Baby bird

Sweeter than heaven, ʜᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇʟʟ

[nonaryworks-blog]

@edealy

      This was not how Shirou intended to spend his evening.

      For one thing, he was in the wrong place, namely not in Fuyuki with Fuji, Sakura and Rin preparing to celebrate the holiday. Instead, he was in this wretched hive of a city, at a dance he wanted little to nothing to do with. A scowl adorned his face for but a moment before he returned to his neutral expression, eyes carefully surveying the dance floor. He still couldn’t quite fathom the purpose of this event; but he would remain nonetheless, in part because it seemed polite. Far be it for him to try and make enemies when there really wasn’t anything wrong with this event, in spite of his own misgivings.

      As he weaved towards the door, hoping to perhaps salvage his intent on a quiet evening, Shirou was approached by a woman who… seemed to have already taken… other measures to enjoy the evening. Groaning at the turn of events and making sure to tilt his head slightly from the scent of the woman’s breath weaving onto his skin, Shirou attempted to sidestep past the woman, only to find a hand already clasping his arm. Mind racing, he attempted to discern the proper course of action 

      “H-hey, what’s with this…? Why are you grabbing onto me of all people?”

[edealy]

❧ ● Edea is surely to let out a groan, a mistake on her part for not watching her part of liquor through and through. Still, she needed it. When thoughts of this city permeated through her mind, there was no way to relieve one from the increase of stress. Other than to drink--and in truth the wine was a supplement far like anything she had drank before. If she could thank anything of this new world, it would be the variety of liquids they brought to her in taste.        She’d been lost in those thoughts but also as well, that she wanted to hide away some where quiet. Far too many people looked upon her, and not because of anything ill but rather that she was a mess to begin with. Her incursions with Alternis and others at the dance, left her with much discontempt. So here she was, accidentally hugging close to this strange male, to whom of which she initially thought was a pole of sorts.

❝    Oh--You.. Y... You talk?? Why are you talking?        Aren’t you--ah? Oh! Youre a person... A people...        A boy? A BOY? Whoa-- Mm... Hic---                       ❞     Edea’s grasp of the situation came in slow moments, as she was trying to size up who this was. Her hand had gone about tapping across his face, uncertain of what was going on and upon her realization that it was a talking boy--she had mildly jumped. Though, not without wobbling about and clinging back to him, afraid that her dizzy spell would cause her to fall forward.  ❝    M... Mm so sorry.. I... Could you--- Help?        Where--oh...... How do I get home?? Home?    ❞

[anazelknight-deactivated2016090]

     『✽』— Watching the festivities from a distance, Alternis should have expected Edea would be here. The moment she called out to him, he felt like flinching. He always would feel his heart leap when his name passed by her lips, but now… He felt anxious. Perhaps more so than he was letting on as this was not only was a bit too discomforting of a scene for him to take part in, but the dark knight was hoping to spare the awkward conversation that they had on their last encounter. Too late. He was donning his comfortable armor excluding the helm with his face on full display; his obvious discomfort and sullen look could be seen miles away. No doubt she could see it too.

     "No.“ He spoke bluntly, all the while his fingers began to nervously kneed at his bodysuit-covered thigh. "I am not to fond of the idea of joining in all the merry fun with complete strangers. That, and I came here to do something, but once that something has been fulfilled then I shall take my leave of this place.” He was referring to the flowers, which sparked a partial interest of coming to the ball. Alternis was unsure if Edea was the type to care for such colorful weeds, but he would try to break the ice— if only his actions could speak louder than conversation.

     "—I-I uh… I hope that you are enjoying yourself, Edea… Considering once in a while we need to… Let loose.“ The statement itself felt questionable passing by his lips since he can’t really recall taking a break or having ‘fun’ in this sort of fashion. Hanging around a big crowd wasn’t what he truly embraced as any form of relaxation. His relaxation was with family. If not family, then with his myriad of drawings which kept him company for many a night.

[edealy]

❧ ● Edea is well aware of the florlorn look the other male gives, how utter disdain he is by the situation. She knew too, how he was so without social incursions that this one did nothing to flatte his appeal. If anything, the woman was certain he felt uncomfortable and wanted nothing more than to leave--always like this. The girl kept herself from having a sour look--if only because she wished he’d have more fun for himself.        Crystals knew, just how wired and strewn up this poor man was. How he never once let a pardon’d moment to feel at least somewhat at ease. It was fundamentally why, when the flowers were pressed towards her. She took the moment whilst they covered over his and her own hands, to put delicately her hand onto his  ❝   You could at least give me a smile when you         gift those... Pff.  You look rather miserable.    ❞      She’d not mean’t the comment to sound a burden, rather it was filled with much concern as the space between them lessen’d. With the comment out in the air, and herself staring upon him with a slight smile. The woman takes the flowers with one hand, pulling them away from them both. She smells them to admire them momentarily, but then places them down at her table that she sat at. All the while her other hand had not left his, and idly tugged at him so she’d follow along.   ❝    Will you give me a dance then?       ❞        There was this lump in her throat, one that she could not feel nor understand its reason to be there. It wasn’t as if she did not want to dance--or would not even with him. Yet, she felt his face marked her with so much unwarranted feeling. It was his--but it also too was someone else’s.  Even if his expression held a firm appeal to it, Ringabel’s looked no different from the shy moments he had felt himself with disdain. It was something that gnawed at her chest, but she swallowed hard and wanted to let her child hood friend enjoy a moment of peace--especially with where they were. Hive city--the city to whom of which Edea saw as a living hell.  ❝    I willn’t let you forget it.    ❞        A smile, though there is a touch of frailty to it.

[edealy]

@roosterlord

@edealy​

So he’s not in the best of moods tonight; he never is, when crowds and strangers (and crowds full of strangers) are involved, and Asch can really only take so much before he needs to escape. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate the spectacle or the people he arrived with, he just – needs to unwind, is all.

Asch heads toward a door to outside, where he’ll hopefully be able to breathe without a painful over-awareness of the people around him. The anxiety bites at him, makes his posture tighten and expression stormy as he wades through the crowd.

Then something bumps into him without inconsiderable force (or he bumps into them, though Asch cares little for the details), and his temper flares.

“Watch where you’re going,” he snaps coldly.

❧ ● She'd been one to enjoy festivities like this; the red dress that endowed her frame would make light of how much she took care to dress to impress. Of course, it would seem the lad who’d come to rudely bump into had little care for flattery. Or interest in the air around him for that matter, it struck her as odd but his cold demanour had come to get this tiny bird in a little tiff of her own.   ❝    Mrgrgrgr, and is that how you, greet someone         whom you’ve just shoved into-- What has got you         in such a sour mood that you’ve to forget formalities?   ❞       Edea is curt in her words toward the other, a stern expression evoked from the red hairs lack of better appeal to her better nature. Though, if he had crashed into anyone else they’d might of dropped the subject here and there. Her, on the other hand was not so practical a person to let such a thing go--nay. Edea Lee was a proud woman and would stake claim on a problem if it laid bare before her--with every means to desecrate it or better yet, fix it.

[edealy]

@anazelknight

❧ ● The taste of Wine hits her mouth, and she finds it a delectable treat to tease. She’d not will the desire to drink so much as to leave her a bubbly mess. Rather, to taste and be pleased with it’s  conception was enough to delight the blonde girl. Settled not too far away from the main excursion, the people dancing giving the girl a sense of delight. Edea was no wall flower, but with much on her mind and not knowing too much of anyone. She kept to herself smiling pleased with how happy the light of everyone seemed to be.        It was in her relaxing debut, that she finds her eyes catching sight of someone far familiar. She recalls their meeting not long ago. A dreadful amount of feeling swirling up in her stomach, but it is not as if she does not wish to see him--at least not entirely. A part of her wishes he was back home, a place to where he was far suited then this caged city. Though, if he went back would he truly be okay?     ❝    Alternis, it is good to see you’ve come to join upon           this evening here. Are you enjoying yourself?       ❞

[edealy]

  ●   New theme. 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　

                   Made by MY BEST FRIEND WHOM I LOVE DEARLY.                                   AKA MEL.  AKA MY QUEEN.

[edealy]

❧ ● The ale has a thick taste, it’s heavy down her throat and carries a weight to it that leaves her feeling light on her toes. She drank it for quite some time, though her age had been a problem at first. Yet her instantaneous desire to prove with words that there was no problem, led to one thing or another. Turns out she has persuasion as a leader even upon this realm. As the Bar tender realized she was one of ‘those’ who ail this world with their presence. There was no earnest reason to deny the girl who’s realm had no laws upon drinking, to not drink on this festive day. As such was Edea’s reasoning to the other, and so she was there drinking. Quietly, much thought heavy on her mind.         She’d caught sight of an interesting woman, figure standing out where no one else’s did. The quiet little pub she chose to relax upon had served well to avoid any stand out figures. Yet here was this woman, who stood out upon all else. It drew Edea to her, and with a husk and shaky breath clearly indicating the worth of alcohol she had succumb into taking. The blonde spoke to the other:      ❝    Might you spend a moment of share your company?            I’ve far too much to drink and am settled upon my             Fifth slice of cake--They are good... It’s soft, moist, and             of the best things I’ve had since my stay here. ❞

@lady-libertine

[inboxmyrp-blog]

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart...

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent 💗 Very low 💗💗 A little 💗💗💗 Hopeful 💗💗💗💗 High 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

[scxthach]

“No one broke into my living quarters to leave behind a package. Perhaps I should consider myself fortunate?”

[edealy]

           ❝       Oh? I hadn’t have anyone break into my home either                             yet I remember fondly last year... He had left                     possibly one of the most fashionable things I’ve come                                 to see...   Do you celebrate Cryst-mas?                  ❞

[springfestal-blog1]

     “Th-They say that ‘Santa’ goes into your house to      leave presents…”

     “I-Isn’t breaking and entering illegal…? B-But how else      will Santa-san deliver presents…”

[edealy]

            ❝       It is... But from what I can telll... Santa goes into                     one’s home through magic and sheer will.❞

[anazelknight-deactivated2016090]

     『✽』— Dragging his feet against the ground beneath him, it was all Alternis could think to do. What could the knight do in such a large city? A common’s man could do anything his heart could desire, but Alternis’s own desires were left in the heart of his home of Eternia. He began to miss the constant winter climate of the Duchy during the times he was pried away from his home. Not the home of his birth, but he considered it a place where he felt welcome and, daresay it, relaxed when his feet planted into a few inches of snow after disembarking a ship prior. A desire to go home to see the family waiting for him back at home. A family… It was something he never had the pleasure of experiencing as his biological family wanted nothing to do with his existence, but his adopted family began to heal those jagged wounds slightly, even if at times he felt that the Grand Marshal deserved to not see him as his son. Not if it meant he would forget to see the other child in front of him that (in Alternis’s eyes) should garner more praise and attention than he… Edea Lee. 

     Even after all that had happened, his infatuation with his childhood friend held no bounds. How could his feelings be chained down? Despite him becoming furious at her reluctance to come home, forcing others away when he needed to sink in the realization of what was occurring, holding back emotion as he asked Einheria to talk sense into the girl, and breaking down completely at his attempt to not lose her by another’s seduction again. He failed. It was all on him. Being forced here too was no doubt his fault as he was taken away from the people he loved and wished to protect most. Even when he could see the long blonde locks of a girl wearing a beautiful red dress, katana strapped to her side— No. It couldn’t be…!

     "Ede—" He stopped his words, his throat making a light noise as if to hold back from saying her name. A clawed gauntlet began to lightly rest on his chest before gripping at his armored torso in restraint. Behind his helm, Alternis could feel and hear as his molars ground against each other as he stood idle. Thoughts overtaking his train of thought. As much as he wanted to see her beautiful face, how calm her voice was, how breathtaking of a person she was at patience end or not— did he really deserve to face her after all that happened prior? Did she even wish to see him? Did she even remember him after he fell off the side of the Grandship that day, feeling dread fill in his stomach that as he fell into the ocean ready to be lost to the waves, he could still hear her scream out his name? Another light scratch against his chest plate brought him back, as he frowned. He was glad to wear a helmet and a mask, as it hide his true emotions. One can hear emotion in tone, but he could fake it whereas he could never fake the colorful emotions that bloomed on his face like a flower… He took one step back, with silence following. Ready to take his second step back, the silence broke as a shaky breathe escaped from him.

     "Edea… Is it really you… Or am I imagining all of this?“

[edealy]

                                  Who is the one truly Imagining?

❧ ● In truth, there was a time and place where Edea herself would wish to see him gone from her sights. Yet here he stood, before her. His own feet seemingly ready to cause him to run off far too apparently afraid of this confrontation. Edea on the other hand, she felt herself glued. Incapable of moving and partially if not, ever so afraid that this was not truly him. In the way the city made it far to apparent that you cannot trust your eyes, Edea herself wanted to in every regard. This was him, wasn’t it? That thought echo’d over and over to her as she stared with a mixed expression towards the other.          Her own teeth seem to grind together, and when she noticed how clenched and tenser her jaw was. It was her sign to relax and kick herself into gear. Falling together into the duchy lead she very well was and knew she could be on matters like this. A broken smile, fell upon her face like a wound that festered together. It bothered her, made her realize how seemingly fake it was despite in earnest she wished to give one to he.        ❝    Of   course  its  me?  Why   wouldn’t it  be ?               Do I really look  all that different to you?                           ...Alternis?                                    ❞            His name felt but a burden considering all that she had gone through. All that she could remember. All that she was terribly frighten over that left her feeling so mixed every time she saw the sights of those that came from her realm. So much of her had such to learn and yet she’d never the time to recuperate from the scars of it. In this moment, she’d remember the memories of someone else, who’s life intermingled and meshed with her own. A remembrance that Hive City was not to be thought lightly of.      ❝   Do you remember whence ...  You came?                   Ah... I’m sorry... That probably wont                    make any sense to you? Will it?          Rather I had mean’t, to ask what do you          remember last of? Eternia? This city itself?      ❞              Do you remember us talking? The thought chimes in as her last question fell from her lips. Wondering idly if this was the man she once met oft but a year ago here. Yet there was this feeling in her chest, that he wasn’t possibly even the man she once knew and felt for. In numerous ways--the way the memories of the other Edea fit so sequentially to how she felt for him now. Confused, frighten, albeit enamored to see his existence before her.

[edealy]

hoW DID I MISS THIS, CLOSET IFIT'SNOTTOOLATE

10. Loving kiss.

    ❝       Don’t get me wrong… I am not doing this – Because I want to.   ❞

❧ ● A lie, had it not been? Precariously; situation at hand had brought up a tangent of feelings. Unwanted, unwarranted–the circumstances of their life was a mystery to all who indefinitely wished to understand them. Yet, in her eyes she was nothing to him and she had wished so very much that he would stop with these heedless antics. Placing himself in a position where they would end up so awkwardly like this. He’d not understand, he wouldn’t. Not when his feelings were meshed by his ideas of his ‘perfect  angel,’ clearly dictated by the Edea he knew and loved. This Edea before her was not she and, in earnest she prayed every day that Ringabel would realize this.      ❝                      Honestly, I wish you would stop..                      But here we are….  I will get this over with, then.       ❞        Edea knew he would not move; knew that Ringabel would never force himself upon her. Something no one realized was acquitted to the Pompadour  fool. He was ever so certain, ever so callous, and never a man beyond his word. He treated every woman like a prized being, something to which should be treated no less then a jewel gifted to he–and he did. Despite those frivolous antics, Ringabel was a gentleman and for that Edea would move first.            Except as she turned to look to him, she thought how worthless these actions would be. It did not matter, 7 minutes in heaven and no one would know. She didn’t need to kiss him, her lips did not need to cascade a  dance upon his. Yet she stood there, turned. Hand upon his chest, the leather workings of his straps clutched within tendons. A tug, and despite her rather befuddled look. It had been all needed for the other to lean down towards her level. The difference in height becoming all to apparent as she watched the close proximity of his face lessen.             She chokes a breath of air between her lips, almost forgetting how annoyed she was and is by the warm touch his own lips offered. The tilt of his head, and she motions without his prompting to press further into he. To his surprise, she kisses him with a sense of urgency and is so caught off guard by it that he doesn’t note the thumb sliding along the length of his chin. Her hand, it rests upon his shoulder. Allowing for the simple jest of her thumb to trail along the side of it. Distracted, the oft of her lips cascading in long measurements. Long, passionate, benevolent enough for himself to be lost in the loving passion she provides–that is before it stops too short. All too short, even for her.     ❝                 Enough of this.    This should suffice enough.         ❞            The door slams open, far too fast for him to retort any answer. The past 7 minutes seeming all but a short passing moment. 

[edealy]

~

“ LET ME OUT! “

❧ ● Her fists tighten together, her cheeks are stained with tears--yet no matter how many times she slams against the door. It does not budge. It does not move. It does not open; she’d even began using the wooden sword gifted to her by the damn’d scientists as a way to break down the door. Yet it would not. Nothing she could do in this state would allow her the freedom she so desired, and it did nothing but burn inside her. Fueling her anger further causing her to continue to act out.       ❝       YOU’VE NO RIGHT TO PLACE YOURSELF INTO MY MATTERS              JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONGER THEN ME!!!                  DON’T YOU DARE ----  THIS DOES NOT CONCERN YOU!!!                              PLEASE----                                                                                            ---    DON’T!!!                              DON’T FIGHT FOR MY SAKE, PLEASE!!! ❞         When she could no longer choke back the tears, the girl slid against the frame of the door. Forehead slanting against the rough surface leaving a mark of red onto she. Yet she’d not care, there was only anger to be felt within her chest as she could do nothing. Nothing but wait in silence as someone walk’d in her stead without so much as letting her take a jest at her own fate.            It pained her, so much... Knowing that all she could do was cry. 

[edealy]

~ [DeRosso]

“ I didn’t think you’d come. “

❧ ● Once, she had been a tiny girl. Eyes wandering constantly getting herself into trouble, where she’d escape from her room... Wherein she’d find herself in quarters that she’d not even know existed. Places to which her father boded ill of if she ever wandered into--this was one of those rooms. A place where she was not allotted to stay or peer into, yet every bit of her wanted to fight the heeding of her father... For no other reason then curiosity and being a tiny child making light of her wrongs to make right of them in the long run.... Regardless, there she was.        The door hung ajar, and she’d peer into it to collectively finding a man who met her curious face with a warm smile. It was a meeting that would stick in her mind for the years to come, one that only threaded its way into her heart. Where any moment she saw that same face and his features bearing a smile to she--her heart would be set a flame. It was something not even she understood and with each passing year she’d perchance be able to find him. That flaming spark only grew further, first a crush. Then into a flicker of love, one to which she’d mindlessly find herself searching of him. Until she was older, and until she could no longer contain the feelings within her chest.             So one night, still residing within the walls of Eternia... Still heeding the teachings of her master... She had beckon’d for him, beckon’d for him like many times she had before. Where he’d meet her privately. Reading her books. Telling her stories. A curious thing to which Edea would soundlessly find herself falling asleep to--within his arms. Happily.              This time however, it was different. Edea beckon’d for him to come but had left him a letter filled with feelings of admiration for the other... Heeding to him, desires wishing for her to know more of he. Edea was very blunt and very courageous in seeking out a man she knew was far too old for her... And she knew little of. Yet she was eager to try, eager to commit to these actions, at least before the coming of her graduation where she knew that they would no longer come to see one another. When it was already hard enough, seeing as DeRosso had his own castle and only came to Eternia when Father made word of his importance in a meeting.               So there they were, and she was a bucket of nerves in spite her fiery disposition. In spite her ability to face anything head on without regret, Edea was nervous and could not find the energy to look at him just yet.        ❝                  It means so much to me that you have come..              I’d not think you to even consider my feelings in light of everything.            I understand the circumstances of placing you into this position.               But I had wished--if only once... To share some time with you                   Not as a child ---           But someone to whom you’ve               acknowledge...           So please....       Allow me just a moment                of your time to truly tell you how I feel--and if not show you.                             How important to me you have become....   ❞

[brittsmemes]

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[edealy]

closet

9. Rough kiss.

❧ ● Every part of Edea wanted to scream–it was bad enough his personal guise looked adequately similar to her own master. Where his clothes and sword matched to a T, even the tied up hair–but it was obvious the man before her was far more aged then she would have liked. What was he–40? Edea tried to hide her scrutinizing look and was very much glad for the darkened lightning within the closet they were in for the next 7 minutes.         Edea was short, and it would seem the other was the one initiating the initial kiss. She is thankful for that, otherwise it’d be far more awkward with her trying to tug him down from his standing state. Yet even so, when he lean’t forward and she back the mesh of a kiss was far more rougher then she had intended. Perhaps it was because she could not see in the dark, or was it the irritable feeling of his beard scratching against her cheeks.            An annoyed chirp escapes her lips but she promises that this jest of a game would not be lost, she’d win it. Proceeding for the kiss to enter further into the roughness, exhibiting all that she was as a warrior and no touch less from it.

[cindermechanic]

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Send a symbol to hear my muse talk about their: ◖ Ideal Partner

“He’s–well…” If she could, she’d be blushing right now. “He cares more for others and their safety and well-being than he does for himself and his own. No matter how much it frustrates me, I’m actually the same way, so… pot meet kettle, I guess. He’s kind, and he sees past my… unusual extremities. He loves me for who I am, and has from the start, before he knew what I was, before we knew who I am. He’s willing to sacrifice his own happiness and comfort so that he can protect his people. Kai is–I mean… this ‘ideal partner’… oh, whatever. He’s wonderful. He’s good-looking, no doubt about it, but… I fell in love with the man, not the emperor.”

[edealy]

[edealy]

closet

8. Make out on the floor.

❧ ●  Edea was never one to back down from a challenge, especially one where it called for physical prowess’s of sorts ( And she wasn’t one to ever look away from sneaky little games like these) . Yet this was different, at first Edea wasn’t opposed to laying on the floor within the closet. The scent of rubber from the shoes around them taken hold of her scent–that is until the girl had pressed herself onto she. Then a whole different scent corrode with the rubber within her nose. One that prominently was the girls.       Which was where the problems began, her own hands had reached up and without much thinking to it. Tendons clutched onto the horns that were very much real upon feeling their rough surfaces. This had caused to tilt the girls head to the side, and as her own tongue slipped into she’s. Edea felt a sharp prick,              ❝        O-Ow! ❞            Edea choked on those words, as the other had continue the deep kiss pressing her own head into the floor. Blood was certain to mingle with the exchange of kisses, which is what predominantly had Edea press the other back. It was then she realized the other had rather… Sharp teeth.              ❝       You– What on– Those teeth! They’re bound to                            do more damage then good… Pff–   ❞

          Consequentially, she could not help but laugh. In earnest, the woman’s lips were very welcoming but to think that this city truly could bring ample amount of species of people too.