𝓬'𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓮.

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝!

[heavensickness]

All my lovers who didn’t love me back, Part 9

[allthingsshabbyandbeautiful-dea]

[shinees-deactivated20190406]

I’ll smile for you. Not for anyone else.

[charmantecats]

[dinsintegration]

[theclothes-blog1]

[spaacemusings]

                                           We are all made of stardust. 

                                        Yet you somehow seem to shine                                                        BRIGHTER                                                     than anyone else.

[littlesati]

[tvgif]

[duskfloret]

 「 ah? 」 ‌:

He took a moment to rub his temple with an air of frustration and compose himself ( lest he fly off the handle even further, and though Nona seemed to be terribly relaxed individual, especially with so much on her shoulders - or so he believed the very burden her existence was, in all his ignorance - he had no desire at all to scare her ). 

❝ Mmm. There’s that. Small blessings, at least. ❞ 

Mildly good-humoured. Angels who break rules seemed to him to be an understatement, when so many found themselves overstepping the boundaries of the smaller guidelines each sun - but there was no need to get into that, not really. It was…surprisingly nice to at least have her trying to understand, though it wasn’t possible for her to know very much. It truly did mean something, upon reflection, when someone raised in the human world he’d once despised with every fibre of his being was far, far more reasonable than his own peers.

Zacharael shifted his posture slightly, a little concerned with his own thoughts at the present. He’d definitely said too much by this point, and was in the right mind to shut it down completely.

❝ …Live in the comfort that you’re much kinder an individual than your guardians will ever be. I’m sure that, whoever your father is and whatever he’s doing now, he’d certainly be pleased to know that. ❞

「 ❦ 」 That, if nothing else, sounded suspiciously like a compliment. It struck her as rather odd, especially as he seemed like the type to have harsh opinions of people, judging especially by how he spoke about his fellow angels. Idly, Nona wondered whether his age made him wise or jaded, but he seemed a lot nicer compared to how he’d acted when they first met. Maybe he was simply the type to have a rough outer edge and a softer core. She’d certainly met quite a few people who came off as intimidating, just to discover that they had plenty of warmth inside. Sort of like a big cat, she mused.

“Right... okay.” The only other point of reference she had for how kind her guardians were was Tzaphkiel, who had always been plenty bright and positive. But perhaps other archangels weren’t? Though she had a hard time imagining it, he probably knew better than her in that regard. Maybe she should ask Tzaphkiel for a second opinion...  “Um, thank you.” How her behaviour compared to that of an actual angel--well, she’d never given that any thought before, nor did she particularly intend to. As someone who hung somewhat awkwardly in the middle of angel and human, she didn’t feel a need to; she did, however, compare herself to the rest of her mortal companions. “I... hope so. I mean, I just try to be the best person I can, so I’m glad you think so.”

[duskfloret]

 「 jazzy! 」 ‌:

The optimal spot to settle in, as the beta audience, is in front of her, for immersion’s sake. Bit to bit, as anticipation builds up, attention fully centres on the instrument and tune once she begins to play, strumming. Pensive, chin placed over his fingers, he tries to judge the first musical snippet; catchy, bubbly and pleasant to the ear; the second, albeit sadder, lonesome traces making its way through the song, it seems to hold more meaning, feeling, elegance even. Explain his thoughts won’t be simple, nonetheless.

“I enjoyed both, you’ve got talent! Still, if I must choose, I prefer version two. There’s a nice blend of sweet and bitter tones, quite balanced, and from my point of view, it kind of tells a story; a yearning, a hopeful voice unwilling to succumb. Then again, version one would be fun to dance, the rhythm reminds me of a song I used to listen. Why not keep both? With a few changes, they’d be vastly different, don’t you think?” Has his opinion been helpful, somehow? On a matter as subjective, complete certainty is not possible.

「 ✽ 」 Upbeat dance music tended to be more on brand for her, which was part of the reason she opted to ask a stranger instead of someone closer to her; after all, she didn’t want the opinion to be influenced by what the person expected from her. ( Initially, at least. She was bound to ask some friends later. ) And he gave such great feedback! What a pleasant surprise! She didn’t expect such detailed criticism.

“Thank you very much! Hey, the first one would sound good electronic, yeah? With the second being acoustic.” As she spoke, she strummed the strings of her guitar absentmindedly, humming as she considered his words. “I’m pretty satisfied with the second one, so to make them more different, I’d tweak the first, then? I’ll get right on it!” As soon as she got home, at least. “Are you hungry? We can go get something, my treat. Or we could get ice cream.”

[duskfloret]

 「 alfred 」 ‌:

Alfred blinked, figuring her idea seemed much more practical than his. “I was gonna suggest we chop everything up into little pieces and toss ‘em in a bowl like a salad.” A bagel-y…fishy salad. “Aw, heck. Let’s go with that. Your method’s better.” Believe it or not, he’d crafted over a thousand sandwiches since the sandwich had been invented. “And…done.” Two plates holding their assembled meal sat waiting. “Will you do the honors?” He gestured at the parsley.  

「 ♫ 」 “We can do that for our second bagels.” Kotone wondered if mixing the ingredients in such a way would effect the taste or quality at all, and her curiosity meant that she had to try it. ( If she didn’t like it, she could just have a third bagel made the proper way. She figured they’d have enough left over, at least. ) But first things first, she picked up two sprigs of parsley and carefully placed them atop the bagels. “There,” she said as she picked up hers and took the first bite.

[mirayama]

[duskfloret]

If you receive this, you make someone happy. Go on anonymous and send it to ten of your followers who make you happy. If you get some back, even better! Have a lovely day!

「 ♔ 」 You know who makes me happy? You.

[duskfloret]

 「 chamuel! 」 ‌:

So these particular beings had preferences? How fascinating! Perhaps they weren’t so simple as he’d thought. It was odd to him, to think of a being that didn’t like feeling the light of the Almighty shining down, though - it gave him something of a bad feeling, although he wouldn’t be quick to write them off just yet if there was a chance there were spirits to be saved.

Going to explore the mortal plane at night would certainly not be a problem, either, for one whose vision was especially good at night. It was practically a different world when the sun went down, one that was more subtly energetic, more secretive; perhaps that was another reason that ghosts found it so easy to wander then.

❝ Oh, I see. Is it just sunlight? I’d hate for us to take light with us and find it displeases them. It would be nice to make a good impression right away. ❞

He was absentmindedly picking up another cookie as he spoke, not drawn by hunger but by lingering fascination.

「 ✠ 」 Tzaphkiel picked up another cookie and munched on it, both as he spoke and as she considered the question. Truthfully, she had no idea: she’d only heard some brief mentions of ghosts being active at night rather than during the day. In a way, they were similar to vampires in that regard, weren’t they? Even though she’d never met one, she heard stories about them. Maybe ghosts and vampires shared the same preferences? If so, it’d be a good idea to know what those were.

At least she had more prior information about vampires. “Maybe we should avoid bringing garlic,” she suggested once she swallowed, “and silver and... holy symbols?” Perhaps she should do more research before they set out on their quest, and she idly wondered if it’d be easier to ask someone or find a book about it. Humans had big fancy libraries that covered a lot of subjects, didn’t they? She remembered seeing some on posters--or whatever the large papers were called. “Maybe they can’t pass on because they can’t see the light. I wonder how we would help them overcome their darkness.”

[duskfloret]

 「 emi 」 ‌:

His response encouraged her, and though she was about to boop him on the nose with the petals, he beat her in reflexes. Even without headphones on, it seemed she still couldn’t defeat him…

But of course, he had to take his victory one step further. Smooth, huh... That’s what Vinnie would have called that move. Effortless, too, probably. It was Fane, after all. She couldn’t help but look away momentarily, cheeks most definitely reddening a bit as her hand reached up to keep the flower in place. It was a gift from him now, so - there was no way it was going back into the original bouquet. “Thanks,” came a soft murmur. While the implied compliment itself was embarrassing, the warmest thing about it was the genuine thought he probably put into it. 

She was lucky, indeed. 

「 ❋ 」 It seemed that Pyrrha’s lessons were starting to pay off; at the very least, he didn’t feel like standing with his face against the wall like he normally would after doing something so bold. Instead, his smile widened, hints of dimples showing as his own cheeks reddened slightly. Hers was a face he certainly never grew tired of seeing.

But he needed to get back to work, so he couldn’t just stare at her all day. With one last content hum, he continued the task he’d started before her welcome interruption. He focused on that for a few minutes, then absentmindedly asked, “Where do you want to go for lunch?” A few hours away, but it’d be better to decide now than to wait, right? Besides, it gave him an excuse to keep talking to his spouse.

[duskfloret]

 「 dae-jung 」 ‌:

His major concern when he asked the question was hospital bills. It sounded silly, since it wasn’t as though Kotone was guaranteed to be as accident-prone as he was, but if anything went wrong he wasn’t so sure a girl in a worn kimono could pay out for the cost of treatment. It wasn’t Dae-jung’s place to judge, nor assume, but he did so anyway - she was so nonchalant and didn’t seem to have much concern for herself, so he figured someone had to be concerned for her.

❝ Well, I, uh…guess I can’t argue with your confidence, can I…? You know best. ❞

Still not completely convinced, but he’d leave it at that. After all, he had only just met her, strange as it all was. A kind girl, but one who was….very strange. And insistent, too. He could only wonder briefly with a slight frown just how these ‘lessons’ he’d be offering were going to turn out ( as fun as it would be to have someone new to share his current hobby with, anyway ).

「 ♫ 」 Kotone couldn’t say whether it was confidence or practicality that led to her being so calm at the prospect of getting injured: perhaps a combination of both, as she felt content with her odds of either not being hurt at all or at least not so badly that she couldn’t deal with it on her own. She had a fair amount of experience when it came to dangerous situations, after all. 

In response, she offered a simple nod and remained quiet for the rest of the walk, focused on following the directions he’d mentioned earlier. Once she saw it, she lifted a hand to point towards the sign. “There,” she declared, then continued towards it. She supposed that he just waited by the sign for the bus to come? That seemed to make the most sense. Ah--look, it even had a bench next to it. How convenient. “You’ll be okay?”