The Death

Name: Nova / Series: Arcana Famiglia / Age: 15 / ♂ **************************************************** "Buon pomeriggio, Can I help you? I'm afraid my time is limited, though I can spare a moment for introductions. My name is Nova, a member of the Arcana Famiglia on Regalo Island. I have a contract with the XIII card, La Morte. Aside from that, I am the head of the Cups division, or rather, the security of Regalo island. Any questions you may have can be forwarded to my office, and I'll be sure to get to them eventually. " [[ Independent Roleplay Blog! I will be roleplaying the anime-counterpart of Nova. I'm open to Roleplaying with pretty much anyone. Even those not part of the 'Arcana Famiglia' anime. ]] ****************************************************** Tracks: DeathsArcana Relationship Status: Single M!A: Accepted, within reason.

[fools-arcana]

Hearing his own words come out from Nova’s mouth, he involuntarily tensed up. Scanning the others face, before quickly looking off elsewhere and swallowing nervously. That curtain of his seemed interesting enough to use as a distraction. “…” Unfortunately, no matter how interesting he tried to convince himself they were, he couldn’t shake off the strange feelings within’. Did he really just insinuate that the stupid Chickpea COULD stay? In the same room nonetheless? Alone? Possibly in the same bed???? “Y-You’re not…” Struggling to find the words he was looking for, he shook his head nervously. ” Serious are you!? I can take care of myself, and I….” Not exactly sure how it happened, he realized that his eyes were now back on the blue-haired male, completely fixated upon him. Watching his every movement, he grew more nervous by the moment. At this point the pounding in his chest had grown audible enough for him to hear, and feel. He’d only hoped that it wasn’t as loud for Nova as it was for himself. ” I’m not a child, Nova,” Things must have been bad if he forgot to address the other by one of the many colorful nicknames he’d come up with for him. ” You’re more childlike than I am! “ Was that comment really necessary? Maybe if he made him mad enough, he’d just storm out. At the rather demanding command the other gave him, he narrowed his eyes, his cheeks still stained with the pure red heat of embarrassment. ” I’M NOT UNDRESSING IN FRONT OF YOU. ” Practically jumping up to his feet, he shook his head furiously. ” If you REALLY insist on staying, turn around so I can change! “

[deaths-arcana]

My those were some very interesting curtains, weren't they? Not interesting enough to catch Nova's attention, unfortunately. Crossing arms and sighing softly, he glanced over to the other, arching a brow. Libertà was never this quiet.

It was only when other started fussing about how he 'wasn't serious', etc. Turning his sapphire eyes over to the other, he blinked. Libertà was... staring at him. Without realizing it himself, when his eyes met the other's teal, his cheeks reddened slightly.

"Of course I'm serious. Why would I joke about something like that?" A genuinely curious question.

Luckily enough, the blonde's males heart wasn't loud enough for Nova to actually hear, though the color of his complexion told enough. Not a child, he said. Ha! It took all that Nova was not to snap back with a sarcastic comment for that. 

You're more childlike than I am!

"Childlike? Says the one throwing a tantrum right now?" He glared slightly, "Just because I'm a bit shorter doesn't make me more childlike. I think childishness resides within the personality. And your's is full of it." He scoffed.

Glancing off to a random space on the wall, he sighed. This was going to be difficult. Not only was Libertà being... Libertà, but Nova was having an honest, hard time trying to conceal his feelings. His cheeks were also a slight scarlet, which is the very reason he was no longer making eye contact with the other.

Blinking, it was then he looked back in confusion. He wasn't going to undress in front of him?

"What, are you afraid I'm going to find out that you're secretly a woman? We're both male, what does it matter if I turn away or not? ... ... Or are you...." Glances down to Liberta's crotch area, arching a brow, before his cheeks reddened all the sudden, causing him to swiftly look away. 

"Fine. Fine, I'll look away." Getting up, he turned his back to the other, doing his absolute best to hide his bright red cheeks.

[deaths-arcana]

af-bambina started following you.

"Ah, Princess. I was wondering when you'd show." He said with an indifferent expression. 

[fools-arcana]

In reality he had expected Nova to drop it and, not push any further. However, when he felt the others finger against his cheek once again, his ‘condition’ only grew worse. His teal eyes darted over to the other, before quickly looking away in embarrassment. “Oi, usually…. Someone would see how embarrassed they were making someone…. and knock it off.” He quickly retorted. He didn’t need this subject to be pushed any further seeing as he was already feeling completely ashamed for having such conflicting emotions within’. In one instance he wanted to slap the stupid Chickpea away and, order him out of his room…Though in the contradictory instance, he really didn’t want the other to leave. In fact, he wanted to get closer to him. Too close even. Those thoughts were exactly what was driving the teen to feel panicked. ” … ” Grasping at minor straws to excuse for the way his facial tone continued to get even worse, he backed away. ” Ah, yeah. Sick. ”

Staring at the other sheepishly as he held onto his hand, he gulped. What should he do know? It didn’t seem as though Nova was exactly struggling to get Libertà to let go. He should let go right? It was only right! It was weird to be holding onto Nova’s hand, no matter how soft it felt. Without realizing his own actions, his eyes focused on their hands curiously. ” … ” Jumping out of his thoughts and releasing Nova’s hand immediately when he heard the others voice, he nodded eagerly. ” Mhmm… Though…Are you gonna stay here all night and watch me, Chickpea?” He stared at the other completely serious. That was his attempt at kicking the other out, but he realized that the tone and, everything may have come off a lot differently than he intended.

[deaths-arcana]

Staring in curiosity, completely oblivious to the fact that he was embarrassing Libertà. What exactly was he doing for that matter anyway? Shaking his head at the thought, his glance moved downward to their hands as well, feeling his own cheeks flush slightly at the feel of the other's labor-worn hands. 

It was only when the blonde abruptly tugged away that Nova's attention snapped back to reality. Glancing up to catch his teal gaze, he quickly averted his own. That was embarrassing, what if Libertà had caught sight of his dumbfounded expression, with blush to boot?

He'd almost literally ignored everything the other had said prior, as well as his actions. Shaking his head to fully bring himself back to attention, he scowled slightly.

"Stay with you all night?" He reiterated, as if taking the thought into consideration. While that notion did cross his mind earlier, he felt he couldn't afford to show off any kindness or concern... Although--

His desire to be near this idiot was getting worse. Why did he feel this way? Why did he want to be close to him? And why did he get so flustered while holding his hand...? It was a simple gesture with no meaning behind it, right? So, why?

Sighing, he reached down to untie his shoes. "I suppose, it's better someone keeps an eye on you, and I can almost guarantee Dante or Fel won't do it. Now get changed and get into bed, if you're sick the best thing you can do is rest and not push yourself to stay up like a moron." He lectured, before tugging his shoes off. This was going to interesting-- 

Strange, yet interesting. And at that same thought, Nova was actually a bit... happy. He couldn't place his finger on why, he just felt rather content inside. Though he couldn't help his wandering gaze from inching over to stare at the other's lower regions, biting the inside of his cheek nervously.

[fools-arcana]

The comment to his facial tone caused Libertà to panic within’. The contact only caused him more distress, especially when he realized that Nova really did have a soft touch, he could tell that with just a simple poke. Why did he turn to face him?! How could he forget that he was so red?! He got caught up in trying to convince the other that he’d been listening regardless of his outburst, that he forgot that his face was beat red from the rather perverse thinking he’d just been doing moments ago. Tensing up, he quickly shook his head.

“N-No it’s not!” He insisted, ready to make up some excuse as to why he was red, when the other did it for him. Silently sighing in relief, he nodded his head. He’d just go with his excuse. ” I-I guess it’s just because…. I…feel tired, that’s all! “

Staring in shock at the others friendly expression, he actually smiled once again himself, despite the situation.

“A—AH… ” There it went again, glancing down to the others hand, he felt his mind going crazy. Quickly reaching down and grabbing the others hand, gently squeezing it, he nodded. ” You’re…right again! Aha..hahaha… I should try to make myself feel good and—-…. ” Closes his eyes. Why was Nova’s word choice so bad?

[deaths-arcana]

Staring in confusion at the other's sudden panicking, he arched a brow, curious as to the sudden outburst. Blinking, he only stared at the other, poking his cheek yet again as proof.

"Yes it is. I can see and feel it, Libertà." He retorted, before taking his hand away from the other's cheek. Nodding in understanding at the other's excuse, he reached forward to gently place a hand on his forehead to check for any sign of fever, frowning slightly with a sigh.

"You're burning up as well, you really must have made yourself sick." He murmured softly.

Once Libertà had gently gripped at his hand, he felt his own face grow hot. Glancing down briefly at the contact, he relaxed his hand in the other's hold, actually rather enjoying the feeling. It was definitely different than his soft touch. Perhaps the labors of the Intelligence division really did make their members work hard. 

Letting a small, estranged noise escape his throat at the contact, he reddened more so. His own fifteen-year-old mind beginning to twist on certain things. Perhaps Libertà's perverseness was... catching. 

"R-Right, you should, so just," Waves his hand, glancing away to hide his own blush and to dismiss any odd thoughts in his head, "Do what you must to feel better by any means necessary. You don't need people worrying about you on top of everything."

[fools-arcana]

Without any movements, he sat on his bed in silence. He was waiting for the tirade of mockery from the other. It was a perfect opportunity after all, and the two boys seemed to not be able to set aside their internal dislike for one another. Regardless of the fact that they’ve gone through many adventures together, it seemed that there was some deep-rooted tension between the two that they just couldn’t sort out. Almost anticipating the animosity, his shock was doubled when the male didn’t even laugh, but instead attempted to offer some advice to Libertà’s problems.

Blinking down at his hands in confusion, and peeking at the blue haired male who was now seated at his side, Libertà felt his face get hot. He didn’t understand why exactly, but what he did know that Nova was sitting on his bed, and for some reason this caused a strange reaction. Perhaps it was his curious teenage side, whatever the case he hated randomly becoming red, unable to keep his ‘curiosity’ under wraps. Keeping his gaze averted so that his face couldn’t be exposed, he attempted to nervously clear his throat.

” … ” Peeking at the other once again at what he thought to be an ‘opportune’ moment, he felt his face grow even redder. If only he had turned his lights on, or even pushed aside one of the curtains in his bedroom, the situation probably wouldn’t be as bad as it was. The light in the room was incredibly dim, despite the time of day; making it almost seem like Nova was in the perverse-minded blondes room at an odd hour of the night.

Though in truth, Libertà was only noticing things that he hadn’t before. Like… Nova did have incredibly soft looking, pale white skin. His eyes quickly darted to Nova’s hands which he of course had resting in his lap.

How would it be to hold the younger males hand anyways? Taking in a deep breath at the thought, though his own complexion wasn’t too much different in comparison, he was sure it’d look much different against Nova’s. He had many opportunities to feel the others hand, but he never once attempted to do so before. That being…Because he couldn’t stand Nova….Right?!?!

Half-listening he swallowed nervously. Why was he doubting himself now, was it those teenage hormones? They were the root of a lot of his problems. Once again he turned so that the other wouldn’t be able to see his face. Maybe even if they did hold hands there wouldn’t be a fair comparison—-I mean it wasn’t a lot of skin and….

Shaking his head immediately at the thoughts racing through his mind, he quickly snapped.

” NO NO NO, STOP—-… ” Freezing up, he arched an eyebrow. What did he do? Now Nova was going to think that he was referring to the advice the other was giving him.

” Ah… I mean…” Scratches the back of his head, would it be rude to say that he was responding to the thoughts he was having—That would imply he wasn’t paying attention which would have probably made the situation worse. Here the Chickpea was trying to be nice, and he wasn’t paying attention?

“…. D…Dante isn’t that bad? ” He quickly added, not even sure what direction he was going to go with this now. ” So I’m just…going to have to get stronger…I mean, he’s not trying to be mean by his words, and I know he’s worried, I just…” His face continued to grow more, and more red by the minute.

” Want to get stronger, so that I don’t have to concern him anymore. ” It wasn’t as though what he was saying was a complete lie. Sighing softly he nodded. ” Don’t worry, I won’t think any less of you for trying to help me out when I’m feeling down. ” Grins, looking over to—Completely forgetting the fact that he was blushing.

“Promise!”

[deaths-arcana]

If only Nova had mind reading abilities instead of the power his card did provide him, this would most likely prove to be a much more interesting situation on both sides. Why was it he couldn't stand the blonde haired ball of energy so much? Libertà wasn't a bad person by any means of the word, he wasn't even entirely stupid, yet Nova felt the need to pick at his bad qualities over and over. Perhaps Mama was right, perhaps his fear of showing kindness to others really did get in the way of him making and keeping friends. Though it was times like this, that Nova's real colors showed. And perhaps that was all that mattered.

However, had he known just it was that was going through the tanner boy's mind as he attempted to give him solid advice, and or cheer him up in any way Nova could manage, he'd probably wallop the idiot for not paying attention, however... As for what he would do about the thoughts if he had known, he remained clueless. 

Though Libertà wasn't the only one who found his eyes wandering occasionally. Every so often he'd steal a glance at the other's form from the corner of his eyes. And as if Nova wasn't already feeling strange that day, it only made matters worse, the given situation. The dimly lit room, the fact that Nova was so very close to him, all they needed was some candle light and soft music and... 

Sighing slightly at the other's words, he shook his head. It didn't take a rocket scientist to show he hadn't been listening for most of the conversation, though at least he was attempting to cover it up some what. Glancing over to the other, he blinked in surprise, reaching up to poke one of his cheeks.

"You're red as tomato sauce, are you getting sick? I know how nerve-wracking this whole situation is, but you shouldn't let it get to you like that." If only Nova knew which situation that sentence fit better for, the situation with Dante, or the situation at hand.

Offering a small, gentle smile for the first time ever to Libertà, he gently placed a hand on the other's thigh which probably given the current situation wasn't the best thing to do...  "Maybe you should spend the rest of the day trying to feel better, instead of worrying yourself. It'll probably do you some good."

[deaths-arcana]

"Yet another quiet day... I'm beginning to wonder if there is some conspiracy going on behind my back..."

[fools-arcana]

Half expecting the other to pull his weapon out and attempt to attack him, he quickly glanced to his own sword which he recalled having left near the entrance of the room in between all his moping.

“—!Oomph!! ” At the greeting of his own pillow hitting his face, the force caused him to nearly topple backwards. Luckily catching his balance in time, he sat back up straight, letting the pillow fall down onto his lap.

“… ”

“It’s not Dante’s fault. I just—” Sigh loudly, scratching the back of his head. ” Need to train more. I thought after the Arcana Duello that I’d be able to control my ability more, but…Dante says I’ve gone backwards instead.” Smiles halfheartedly, averting his gaze. Why the hell would he tell Nova this?! He’d only tease him for his lack of progress, and probably gloat about his own strength.

[deaths-arcana]

Had it been any other day, when Nova had his wits about him, he might have just pulled out his sword on the other without hesitation. However, he was feeling a bit... strange? The nagging urge to sit there and find out what the Fool's problem was, was rivaling his overbearing desire to cut him to pieces. This had never happened before, in turn, leaving Nova a very, very confused boy. 

Crossing his arms and watching as the other managed to save himself from falling back, he arched a brow. Finally, he was talking.

Staring in surprise at his response, he could only sigh softly before giving the other a surprisingly, understanding glance. Shaking his head, he moved forward, taking the seat beside him, clasping his hands together in his lap.

"Perhaps you're nervousness is what's causing that. You want to control your power better, but you're scared, aren't you?" Glancing to him from the corner of his eye briefly, he continued, "You also can't take everything Dante says to heart, either... While he cares for you, he also fears you becoming too strong, and fears you might become too engulfed in your power. Maybe that's why he's being so hard on you." 

Glancing up to the ceiling, he sighed. "Either way, it's not good for you to beat yourself up like this. It'll only make you feel worse." His eyes snapped open at his own words, panicking slightly before glancing off to the side. "I mean it isn't that I'm worried for you or anything, it's just not healthy. That's all." 

[fools-arcana]

Managing to catch the strange tint on the others face, he froze momentarily. His curiosity causing him to completely focus on Nova now. Arches an eyebrow, all the while not taking his gaze off of him. It seemed Libertà wasn’t the only one acting strangely. Tilting his head, his fidgeting with the blankets ceased completely, as his undivided attention was now on the other boy.

”..Ah!! “

Frowning slightly when the other turned his back to him, he inwardly panicked for reasons unknown to even himself. Strangely enough, even if he was just a chickpea, he was company, and maybe that’s what Libertà needed. Nova did come this way, using some obvious lame excuse about how the Princess would be concerned after all, so that showed at least he had some sort of genuine feelings towards Libertà being down.

In a panic, and without thinking he quickly reached over grabbing one of his pillows, and tossing it at the others head.

“OI. IF YOU’RE GOING TO CHEER ME UP, DO IT RIGHT!” That….Wasn’t how he wanted that to go. Just kicks himself inwardly.

[deaths-arcana]

He couldn't believe that the other had even caught a glimpse of his expression. He'd never hear the end of it now. Luckily he'd turned away to avoid any prolonged staring. It was only once the other has tossed a pillow at his head that he froze in place. Glancing down at the pillow that fell to the floor after it made contact with his head, he scowled slightly.

Jumping at the other's sudden outburst, he blinked in surprise, glancing back to him before arching a brow, reddening ever more slightly, before turning away and glaring at him from the corner of his eyes.

"I'm not here for your entertainment!" He growled, grabbing up the pillow before tossing it harshly back at him, before stepping forward, crossing his arms and staring down at the other. 

"I'll ask you once more, what's bothering you? Did something happen with Dante today?" Whether he wanted to allow it or not, his genuine concern was showing. 

[fools-arcana]

Sitting there with his sullen expression, the everlasting silence was causing Libertà a bit of discomfort. Fidgeting with the soft blankets beneath himself, he kept his gaze down at his own lap as he waited for the other to finally say something.

He knew it was coming, after all he was acting strangely. It was possibly a combination of a few things occupying the blondes mind that lead him to this state. Though in all honesty, he didn’t want to burden anyone else with his thought process, and instead decided that resting this state off was the best way to deal with it.

Tilting his head slightly, he shrugged the situation off like some joke; only retorting with a simple.

“Sorry. ” Cracking a smile despite his mood, he finally brought his gaze up to meet the others.

“Maybe I’m just tired? I was out for a while.” Throws his arm up dramatically, falling backwards on his bed lazily. ” I’m beat! “

[deaths-arcana]

Continuing his efforts to avoid eye-contact, he sighed at the other's fidgeting, and lack of talking. Something was up, and it was irking Nova. Why? He didn't understand. Though deep down, he considered Libertà to be a friend, he didn't want those feelings to surface outside.

At the small quip of 'Sorry', the boy's blue gaze glared downward, just in time to meet the blonde's eyes. Not something he wanted to do. Feeling his cheeks redden with frustration, he glanced off to the side.

"Do I look like an idiot to you?" He scoffed, crossing his arms and actually turning his back on the other. "Fine, if you don't want to tell me, forget I asked. I was just trying to be-- ..." Not finishing that, he began making his way for the door, the color growing on his cheeks as he grew more frustrated, and perhaps even for other reasons as well. 

[fools-arcana]

Lazily lounging about in the comfort of his bed, he hadn’t expect much of a response from Nova, which was just fine with him. He’d be back to his usual self in the morning, but as of right now Dante’s lectures were really starting to get to him. He did his best, so why—-?

Glancing over his shoulder at the sound of the others voice, he arched an eyebrow curiously, before pushing himself upright on his bed.

“What did I do now, shrimp?” Stares at, blinking.

[deaths-arcana]

He was mentally kicking himself for allowing his caring to show. Sighing and running a hand through his dark blue tresses, he bit back his desire to make some sort of sarcastic comment, or rude remark. Taking in a deep breath, he crossed his arms, glancing down at the other, possibly one of the only times he'd be taller than him.

"Why is it you're in such a bad mood?" He bluntly asked, his sapphire orbs not even daring to make eye-contact, but instead eyeing a pattern on the bed-spread. "The princess might grow concerned with how you're acting." Nice excuse, Nova. At least, to him it was, if he used Felicità as an excuse, it made it seem like he wasn't worried, right?

[fools-arcana]

Finally making his way into his room, he clumsily dropped his weapon onto the ground; causing a loud clanging noise as it hit. Glancing back at it, he shook his head, before lazily falling face-first into the warmth of his bed. Burying his face into his pillow, he let out a rather audible sigh regardless of it being muffled.

Why did he have to yell at me like that?

[deaths-arcana]

When he noticed the other hadn't come back or even made so much as a glance to him, Nova grew... slightly worried. More so than he'd let on. Had something happened? Libertà wasn't usually one to act so down in the dumps...

Swallowing his pride, he followed after the other toward his room, pushing the door open without so much as a knock, he stared down at the lump on the fine bedding that was Libertà. Placing a hand on his hip, he sighed.

"Oi." He quipped, expecting that to be enough for the blonde to come right out and say what was bothering him. He really... wasn't too keen on this whole 'friendly' thing.

[fools-arcana]

Just continues sulking down the corridor, his arms dangling lazily at his sides as he did so. In one hand gripped his beloved cutlass, which he dragged along the floor behind him.

” Not in the mood, Chickpea. Go away.” Continues dragging his feet, his destination obviously being his bedroom.

[deaths-arcana]

Taken aback by his attitude, the sapphire-eyed boy scowled more, crossing his arms as he watched the other drag his feet, as well as his blade down the hall.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I cared if you were 'in the mood' or not, this must have happened when I wasn't around or something." 

Whether his feelings would allow him to admit that he thought of Libertà as anything other than an idiot, his inner kindness still didn't want to see the blonde in this dismal of a mood...

[fools-arcana]

Bumps into the other as if on cue, glaring. Just continues walking past him.

[deaths-arcana]

Staring in surprise, he scowled slightly in irritation.

"You could at least say 'excuse me', you brainless numbskull!" A bit curious of the other's sour mood, he prodded more, "What's your problem?"

[deaths-arcana]

"My Libertà is being an idiot  senses are tingling..." 

[la-temperanza-deactivated201305]

——❝Milady is just growing up so fast…”

Luca pulled in his arms towards his chest and squirmed, disliking the very thought of Felicitá pulling away from him; he’s been with her for so long!

Luca was off in his own Felictá-less world but to be honest, he was merely worried and of course he regained posture but not before taking a deep breath. His violet eyes upon the other and he blinked.

“That depends, Nova…” He tapped at his chin thoughtfully with a finger. “Perhaps some calzones? Or are you looking for something appetizing?”

[deaths-arcana]

".  .  ." Sighing, he shook his head in disbelief. "You're more like a mother hen to her than Mama, Luca..." He stared at the other, completely serious, "Don't worry. Perhaps when Fel has children, you can tend to them as well."

"Hmm," He mused, thinking to himself for a moment. "She's looking for something filling, perhaps some penne alla vodka? She did say she was in the mood for something with a kick..." 

[my-fandom-my-rules-deactivated2]

[deaths-arcana]

bearsharkoctopus started following you.

"Buon Sera, signorina/signor, how may I be of service to you this evening?"