{ ❥ } — Immortality had always been one of those things that Yue almost did not miss, remembering what people can do if they discovered there was a way to obtain it. But her immortality would have meant that she could return home and being able to return home was a dream that she had gained since her exile. What were Miyuki and Tess doing? Other names began to run through her mind and she sighed.
Walking through the streets, she glanced at her phone in her pocket for the time before heading off for a place to eat. That is, until she walked into a plush on the ground. Sad that it was left behind, she lifted it and glanced around for where the owner may possibly be.
Holding the companion in her hands, she stared at it before tilting her head and remarking, ❝Now, I wonder who left you behind?❞
Yue stiffened when she felt a shift in energy. It made her recall the power of the “kings”, something that she had not seen in many, many years. Righting herself, she took off in a run toward the source, and it wasn’t until she was several blocks over did she hear the crashing sound of something being knocked over.
Skidding to a stop, she turned on her heel and ran into the alleyway until she found a green-haired woman stumbling her way through the alleyway and obviously debilitated by what she could only guess. She seemed familiar and Yue had resist thinking long on it since it appeared as though that whatever was weakening her was in the area.
❝Come.❞
Handing her the companion to hold onto, Yue scooped the girl into her arms and began to run. Even though that this woman and Yue were of the same stature, height, and build, Yue still retained the strength of what was expected of an angel. But then, she also did have her magic helping her out and was entirely grateful that the moon was still growing.
She would keep running until she was sure that they were far away enough from the device. Eventually setting her down, she took a few steps back and looked her over to make sure she was all right, ❝Are you all right, miss?❞ Once she answered, she sighed a breath of relief before she raised a brow. ❝You looked extremely unwell… I was not entirely sure of what may have been the reason for your illness, but… I hoped I had guessed correctly.❞
The sudden presence of another being so very close to her caught her attention. Had they caught up? Or was it just a normal person? She was unable to place the differences.
A woman appeared in her line of sight. Was this a hallucination? If so, it was a very descriptive one, for she could see the details of her snow white hair that helped those rose zircon eyes of hers stand out— fair skin like a doll.
A familiar aurora was sensed.
There was something about her.
An almost-sigh coming from her, the pressure in her head became just a little less to handle. Her boot-clad feet moved on their own accords until C.C. lurched forward at the stranger, eyes closed as she held Cheesekun.
Why would a stranger do such a thing?
Her mind suddenly became black, as did the rest of her world. Albeit being unconscious and fevered, she was still able to grasp a vague sense of her surroundings. It felt as though she was being rocked gently and in rhythm— like she was in a boat, out in the ocean.
How funny that she wasn’t able to pick up on the scent of the salty sea breezes. Or— was she still on the shore? It was difficult to get a sense of her bearings, other than the slow, rocking movement.
She stirred lightly as Yue continued carrying her. Her fever was beginning to slow down, her temperature dropping gradually every five minutes. With her mind no longer her own, there came various snapshots of her life and with faces of those who had stepped in and out of her life— all of which she had forgotten sooner or later. Memories flashed in her mind’s eye, some that she wished not to see, and some that the girl cared not to spare a second thought for.
Suddenly, C.C. was wretched out of her memory and thrown into another hectic scene, and then another memory, and then another one that left her dazed and nostalgic all at the same time. She didn’t remember what it felt like to be young and fresh once more. Reliving through her memories was like taking one quick plunge through cold water before deciding that the feeling — though refresh and cooling — was too much to handle all at once. It was supposed to be a process, careful and precise, which was a reason why she rarely chose to take a walk through her gallery nowadays.
A voice echoes inside her mind, a familiar voice she assumed came from one of the portraits in the gallery of memories. Eyes suddenly snapped open in alarm, fluttering wildly awake. W-where was she? Whatever was going on was helping the pain go away, just how did this female know exactly what to do?
Once the running ceased, she was let down as boots made contact with the pavement. She nodded to her question, this woman had seen a side not many would ever see if she could help it. "I see, a guess."
She snorts.
A faint smile settled upon her lips. “So, why would you help a stranger?” No, the real question to be asked here was—
Happy OOC Day! Here's a question: what are some of the ways that the muse and the mun are alike and different?
Difference between us would be the pizza obsession! I am so not obsessed with pizza maybe at one point in my life I was but right now I would choose ANYTHING over pizza. Not immortal. Physical looks are a no.
A few similarities between me and C.C. would be the fact that we can easily be indifferent after a few things happened in our lives, the fact that we were once a little girl who just wanted to be loved by someone since we didn’t received any from our parents and well there is the fact that I have the geass symbol tattoo on my chest. Oh a giant cheesekun plush too if that counts.
Hey lovely person! Valentine's Day is here so have a basket of chocolates for your pleasure. It's all kinds thrown in the mix for maximum enjoyment. *leaves a basket of chocolates*
Thick lashes fluttered as gold hues ascended from her crouched position on the bed, a new set of chocolates were now received. Such an act had been abnormal to her nowadays, of course were it to happen to anyone else then normal would be the word.
Again it wasn’t pizza but who would be willing to give a box of pizza on such a day when the world had it in their mind that chocolate was the sweetest thing to give along with maybe a heart shaped balloon and a stuffed bear.
“Thank you,” C.C. finally spoke with a slight tilt of her head.
Slender fingers absently brushed against the plush at hand in private remuneration. “—…Seems like centuries ago, had things not changed,” she softly divulged. Her history would remain personal and unspoken, but she allowed him a glimpse of the shadows. Slender arms shifted as they hugged her companion as if to ward off the cold and sudden self-consciousness. Timeline had shifted but she'd never bothered to see the new life he had. Becoming involved in someone's life always brought disaster to them, she'd deprive him of that this time; reason for it would never be said out loud or known.
Just how many lives had she strolled into without a single care.
Reminiscing was quickly cut short, she wasn’t able to think straight. Multitude of stars and bright, glaring lights danced in her vision as she tried her best to keep walking straight. She could only manage one or two thoughts at a time; any more and she’d get an extra headache to add on top of the one that was currently pounding on the insides of her head.
”—Nngh.” What was happening? Was she… sick? No. She was immortal, and being the bearer of the Code meant that she wasn’t vulnerable to any kind of illnesses nor diseases. But this, she knew, was more than just the average common cold. No this had happened once before, that group of people that once tried capturing her. They contained an upper hand with their newly found device, it might not have had the power to kill her but it unleashed something much worse.
Her precious companion quickly made contact with the pavement as it was released from her grip. Oh she'd have to apologize for that later.
Hands grasped roughly at her forehead, feeling a sheen layer of sweat right over her fevered forehead. Her body was reacting harshly to something given to her, she was able to make out that much. Her thoughts were broken as a loud, crashing sound shook her out of her reverie— was that a trash can that she had knocked over?
Placing a slender hand on a bricked wall, the witch stopped to catch her breath. Her legs felt like molten lead, moving sluggishly through honey— thick, golden honey the shade of her eyes, now closed in weariness and concentration. The sudden footsteps around her were ringing loud in her head. The device may have had it's perk against the geass but it was no tracker.
She had to move, she had to run before they found her.
Her heartbeat erratic, she stumbled forward a few steps, her movements shaky and almost uncertain. The voiced— they were getting closer and closer by the second.
A look of confusion graced her facial features briefly, blinking at the woman before her a couple of times. With a slight tilt of the head, she used this opportunity to give a short glance at the cash registers to her left. Huh. That was funny, she thought that the only place to give her credit card would be at those machines set up over there, as she has done for the past couple of days. And even so, it was only for a moment; either she herself sliding it through the small machine or the cashier doing it for her. A signature would be written and her card would be given back.
"You see, it is reassurance for us in case you think of shoplifting something."
Ah. So that is what it is for. “I see!” She gave a bright smile, now understanding the situation—or so she thought, anyway. Placing the pile of clothes in her arms onto the ground, Kougyoku rummaged through her small bag in order to find that piece of plastic that apparently holds money inside of it. Once it was found, she held it out to the green-haired woman. “Now, I’ll be taking this fitting room then!”
A faint arch of her eyebrow as she saw the younger girl hand her the card. Having a female hand over a credit card was seen harder than with a male. “Alright — take your time” The amount of clothes she had only ensured her that this petite had plenty of money to spare. A single card wouldn't make a single dent in her life, now would it? Glancing at the card, she grew silent. This name was of none other than from a Royal family, she was a princess which she found odd; a princess alone in this kind of place.
Kougyoku Ren the Kou Empire's eighth Imperial Princess.
A single thought was given before she decided to leave the store. The heels of her boots clicked softly on the pavement as she made her way out and into the streets of Bunkyo. Would the young princess notice she was no longer in the store once she came out of the said fitting room? Would she dismiss it as it was nothing and call one of her brothers for another card; maybe she even had another card in her bag. "What will you treat me to, Kougyoku Ren." she mused out loud.
If C.C. was to exit her living quarters she would notice a small basket outside. In it is a variety of smaller and larger chocolates, so professionally crafted that one could easily think they were bought, however the taste can only be achieved from a handmade product with lots of love. Along is a card: "Happy valentines day to a beautiful mademoiselle. - Mr. Prince."
It hurts, she thought, the throbs that register within the interior of her temples. Golden hues half-lidded in a stubborn effort to defy the catastrophic threatens to claim her from where she stands. Acicular digits rubbed deft, circular motions against her crown for a small while before it became apparent that there would little to palliate the palpitations. The sunlight only exist to cause a nuisance every morning, it exasperates her to a point.
Noise reached her room from the window, music playing while the sound of laughter roamed the air. “What do you think is going on, hm, Cheese-kun?” she queried with a slight tilt of her head over the silent plush.
Lethargic with the sparse amount of sleep in the past few nights, she delved further into the plush at hand, seeking a certain comfort between the stuffed, yellow fabric. A soft, inaudible sigh slipped through plump, parted lips as a small sign of resignation. Slender arms wrap around the curve of her knees that’ve been drawn to her chest, Cheesekun between them and it’s only when she hears the slow tempo of footsteps does she raise her head from the crook of her elbows with a cant of her head to signify a piqued and wary curiosity. “—-…?”
The chartreuse immortal pulled back the covers slowly before inching out of bed, setting Cheesekun aside, her footsteps light and leaving only whispers in her wake. Golden hues, trying their hardest to not blink extensively from the dull headache forming at the back of her head, scanned the hallway as she opened the door. Seems people were gazing at the small basket right in front of her door.
Rapidly blinking as she stared, a mild look of surprise appearing on her doll-like visage as she tried to figure out what it could contain.
Leaning over, she picked it up and shut the door behind her. Placing it on the edge of the bed as she realized the card there.
Happy valentines day to a beautiful mademoiselle. - Mr. Prince.
Oh that’s right, it was Valentine’s Day. The faintest of smile settled upon her lips, it had been a while since she received any sort of gift without the use of her own geass; a geass she no longer obtain. Plump lips sealed for the time being, the petite trailed the tips of her fingers lightly over the variety of chocolate, they may not have been pizza but the fact that they were beautifully done got her attention.
” Mr. Prince, hmm.” words soft and ephemeral. Just how many stories would you read of a prince bearing a gift for the witch? At this, a soft chuckle slips past her parted lips without her realizing until it’s too late. “Just who could you be?”
You know, you're one of the best CC's I've seen in awhile. I've been heavily contemplating on picking up Lelouch for you c:
Oh man you don’t know how happy I get when people say stuff like this! Thank you so much, I would really enjoy rping with a Lelouch actually but that is all entirely up to you. My witch does miss her warlock even if she’d never admit it out loud.
It had been about a few days after they both defeated that monstrous man, a few days that she requested to stay at his place in exchange of saving his life and he did insist she ask for something.
Unreadable eyes trained on him, her hair falling down all around her, gleaming the color of dried moss. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen him half naked but as a soft smile graced her lips nonetheless.
"You’re up early, boya."
He pulls down his pant in the process of looking for a new pair. “So are you. Can’t sleep?” The fact that she didn’t care much about what she wore— how much she doesn’t wear— caused his gaze to advert.
”Oh, I could all right. If it weren’t all the noise you made.” Glancing at herself in the mirror, a frown marred her features this time as her eyes landed on the Geass-shaped scar that stretched in an ugly manner across the left side of her body. “Seems you’ll have to entertain me for these extra hours,” C.C. whispered silkily, her full lips curling into a devious smile as she leaned closer to him. She leaned in and, standing on her tip toes, gently pressed her mouth to his. She looked up at him through dark lashes, blinking almost innocently.
She’s soft, all curves that meld into his muscles when their skins touch,and there is suddenly something at the back of his throat, like a lump of meat that’s clogging his esophagus, and he swallows before he says, “There is a shirt on the chair if you want it. He can’t help but feel a spark of excitement leaping from his eyes to his groin. Becoming aware of how rude he is being, he averts his eyes from her body and slides backward. “You’re practically naked.”
”Hmm,” She replied, pulling away slightly. “Was that not clear enough?” She reached up to touch his dark hair, letting her fingers glide through the delicate locks.
Rogue thought he saw a sly smirk grace her delicate feminine features. He was quickly distracted by the flush that rose up his chest, all the way to his face, as he realized that he gain an erection; throbbing painfully beneath his thin trousers. “No,” he answered, swallowing hard, “That’s not what I meant.”
This time, C.C., did smirk, as she pressed herself suddenly against him. He barely suppressed a moan, overwhelmed by both disbelief and desire. His mind felt foggy – almost like he was in a waking dream. Holding onto her hip, he pushes her back unto the bed without a second thought. She looks surprised, maybe a little taken aback - and she grins in the way only she can, that half-condescending, half-smug way she has perfected over the years. She tugs at his boxers, urging him to lift his hips and she slides down his boxers, and oh -
She can feel it brushing against her thigh, warm and moist. Only a little choked gasp falls from her lips when he jerks his hips forward and feels her welcome him, only a little mewling sound, and begins a steady rhythm. She has her hands on his shoulders again, urging him to come closer in a way that Rogue has learned to interpret as an implicit plea to fuck her harder.
His breath is starting to go faster, he curses once or twice, his fingers dig into her hips to hold her still. She can feel his heart beat thrumming just beneath his skin when she fists the sheets. Suddenly there is nothing, nothing but the sound of their breaths, fast now and coming out in spurts, nothing outside the sight of gleaming eyes and searching lips, nothing but the feel of skating fingertips and he picks up speed, thrusting faster, harder and faster.
He keeps going faster and he buries his face beside her head, she smells the spices of his masculine sweat, and when he moans, his voice slides through her stomach to pool golden between her legs. She clings to him closer, closer, licking and biting at his neck now while one of his hands trails up to touch her breasts and she lets him, lets him because she can’t think of anything other than feeling as much of him as she can right now.
She can barely hear him when he speaks. ” I-I’m going to… hah… come soon…”
Another thrust, deep and fast, and his breathing is getting faster, his muscles tensing beneath her, “Do it….”
He curses right before he gasps and his face contorts, his arms catching her into her tight embrace as his hips jerk in fast, almost violent motions. She watches him, looks at his clenched eyes, the expression of euphoria on his face. She only whispers to him and runs her hands through his hair as he shudders and jerks a few more times and then slumps back against the throne, face flushed, hips moving in broken motions before stilling completely.
Eyebrows furrowed before knuckles grazed her lips lightly in thought. Making a few mental calculations in her mind, the petite witch came to the conclusion that she was at least twenty-five minutes away from the nearest pizza place but having this man accompany her would be of bad taste. Gold irises rose to see a faint sheen of pink tinging the male’s cheeks, blinking as he stammered out a yes.
“I’m afraid that won’t work seeing as I’m with someone.”
Fingers readjusted themselves on the handle of her bag as acerbic hues scanned her surroundings. The crowd wasn’t too thick— that wasn’t much help.
A soft sigh elicited from her parted lips. She lifted her head to search for someone — anyone, really — who could come of some help in this situation, when her optics finally landed on a dark-haired female, a spark of mischief glinted on golden hues.
C.C. cleared her throat once, but loudly, in order to capture the disleveled female’s attention. “There you are.—” she called out before she bent down to plant an innocuous kiss on her cheek. Settling back on heels, she clears her throat once more before saying, “Honey.”
Victim was down on her knees within seconds with a rather exaggerating reaction.”What the hell! Lady, you’ve got about 1 minute to run before I hurt you!
Hearing her words, she merely laughed in reply. C.C. watched in amusement as a blush spread across her features before it promptly disappeared. She wondered idly what she had thought of to make it leave so quickly. A sly smile crossed her face; forgetting the man still stood there or even exists.
“Oh come now, hun. You can’t possibly still be mad over that the fact that I asked for some space.” She wasn’t older than 14 at best which brought great amusement to the immortal witch.
A lone brow twitching ever so slightly as Toph heard the last comment. It might have been all fun and games for her but Toph was ready to call lights out on her.
“How about some unlimited pizza? My threat.” She held up the shiny piece of plastic in between them, waving it around. After a brief moment of silence though, as she tapped the card on her chin lightly, she spoke, “So it’s date?”
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