[enosleonheart]

“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”

         “ No shame in that, I don’t think. ”

Enos laughs softly, just a notch under polite. Just how many people knew about the operations behind the anxious inventor? The things he’s created to aid the likes of a certain phantom thief and further their goals. Just how many people knew their past, present, and future, where being a ‘good person’ isn’t necessarily how one should go about their life. He is a follower, and always has been. Following orders to survive, regardless of their kind or cruel equivalent in practice. An invention of his design had been used in attempt against his brother’s life. . . . In a life where death was around every corner, being ‘too kind’ opened some doors that were otherwise permanently closed. But that never meant that was all he has in him.

The inventor scratches nervously at the back of his head, sending his disheveled hairstyle into further disarray. 

          “ Besides, erm... Even if it’s ‘too kind’, wouldn’t you rather be treated kindly than with blatant suspicion? I-It only makes sense... ”

[enosleonheart]

“You look tired.”

“ A-ah... Aha... I suppose I do, huh? ”

He’s buried nose deep in an intricate collection of parts and pieces. A yawn peppers his words, followed by a tired laugh, lazily shifting his gaze to the speaker. Enos smiles and returns his gaze, skillfully mending a broken component of his latest infatuation. 

In truth, he isn’t quite certain anymore what such tired expressions stemmed from. From his work? His present circumstances? His future? There were too many variables to say for sure. The inventor furrows his brow into his work, contemplating the thoughts that stream through his head. He focuses again with intensity at the pieces in his hands, then promptly lays them aside to consult blueprints and calculations he’d made prior.

        “ To tell you the truth, I’ve uh... been pretty tired a lot more often lately.           ... Ahh... Maybe I’ve just been overworking myself.            .  .  .                                                              That’d explain it...”

[enosleonheart]

“Aren’t you happy?”

         “ D-Do I look unhappy? … Ah… ”Enos knits his brows, working together the meaning behind the question. He rolls together the implications, each choice of word, and the connotation behind it, becoming visibly confused by the question itself.

Isn’t he happy? 

Against his better judgement, the anxieties of Enos’s mind tumble over each other in a drunken dance, wondering why he would be addressed of something like this of all things. Is it something he’s done wrong? Some way he’s portrayed himself? How he carried himself? There’d be nothing of the past to influence his behavior–each day was its own, after all.

He swallows nervously, realizing he’d been hesitating much longer than what could be deemed socially appropriate. A beat, and he twines his fingers behind his back, relaxing his expression into an easy, if a tad hesitant smile.

         “ I, ah… Don’t have a reason to be unhappy. Everyday is different, and I, uh…           I’m the kind of guy who can never look back at the past. Right? Yeah…           So, uh, yeah. I think I am happy? At least for, erm… this moment… ”

[enosleonheart]

“How much death have you seen?”

It’s a question that catches him off guard–it’s startling and so personal. Though Enos’s gaze holds little change other than the subtle twitch of nervous lips, and eyebrows upturning themselves in their usual anxiety. He fidgets with his long sleeves, casting a glance down at the ground as he rolls the question in his mind, trying to form his answer.

Just how much death has he seen? 

Orphaned at a young age. Living on the streets. Going up against gangs as children. His home was the slums for how many years of his life? And even after escaping all that, even after honing his ability and mind, becoming an incredible thinker and inventor… It does no good to look back on the past, but… 

A smile returns to his lips–polite, cautious, and calculated. His expression is knowing, perhaps bordering on teasing despite the memories associated with the simple question.

         “ Aha… ”–he smooths his jacket in a twitch. He’s assumed a formal posture and expression with the simple nervous laugh.         “ You could say more than my fair share. ”

[memeroundups]

Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously!

“Is there someone you hold dear?”

“Don’t you feel any guilt?”

“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”

“There must be something you fear.”

“Do you have a home?”

“Is there someone you like?”

“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”

“Aren’t you ashamed?”

“Aren’t you happy?”

“Who do you despise?” 

“How do you sleep at night?”

“What do you think of kindness?”

“What do you think of hatred?”

“Why do you fight?”

“Why do you live?”

“How much blood have you spilled?”

“How much death have you seen?”

“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”

“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”

“Can’t you tell they love you?”

“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”

“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”

“You’re not tainted.”

“You’re not alone.”

“You’re awful.”

“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”

“You’re an emotionless robot.”

“You’re just a lap dog.”

“It’s not over.”

“He/she needs you.”

“Stop lying.”

“Stop fighting.”

“Stop pushing others away.”

“You’re cruel.”

“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”

“You depend on him/her too often.”

“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”

“He/she is bringing you down.”

“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”

“You need to listen.”

“You need to speak up more often.”

“You’re weak.”

“You’re too proud.”

“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”

“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”

“You can’t cheat death.”

“You can’t hide forever.”

“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”

“That person is only holding you back.”

“They’re too good for you.”

“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”

“It will get better.”

“You look lonely.”

“You look bitter.”

“You look tired.”

“You’re hiding a painful burden.”

“You’re perfect.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“You will always be worthless.”

“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”

“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”

“You’ll rise above them all.” 

“You’ll find your place in this world.”

“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”

[enosleonheart]

--{ WHOOPS college kicked someone’s ass. who’s that someone? me, probably.      i’m back though and hopefully to stay. sorry for that inactivity! }

[teovaldo-blog]

Teo mentally cursed. Well, wasn’t this just flat out awkward. The subtle shift of a smile into a frown made his own lips tug down to mirror them.  He hadn’t meant to make this situation so completely aggrivating to be part of, it should be expected for this to be a more positive occasion (but lets be honest, who didn’t see this coming a mile away). Purposefully, he made himself flatten into a smooth expression. “Nn.” He grunted. Oh that was great, Teo. He could almost taste the blatant discomfort in the air

“Yeah,” he said finally, voice coming from depths inside his throat that hadn’t been scratched in years.  “It’s nice to see you,” a glance. “And that’s information I’d have to charge for.” the smile that he attempted after that statement was wobbly, just as awkward as his attempt at a truce. 

[enosleonheart]

At the visual and vaguely vocal cues Teo presented, Enos wills himself to mimic the smooth expression his brother presents. Though it doesn’t take long for the veneer to break, upturning his eyebrows and offering a smile of the apologetic sort.

It wasn’t anxious by any means (one might consider that a feat had they only recently been invited into Enos’s good graces) but of the sincerely regretful type. Of this situation? Of their past? Their history? It was hard to say. He can only assume Teo knows there are no anxieties between them, only what the tension in the atmosphere dreams up. 

         “ Aha. Not a problem, then. I’ll take what I can get. ”

The unspoken truce is met with understanding without missing a beat. No questions, then. Not that Enos particularly minded--it’s best to live one day at a time. Questions of the past satiate curiosity, of course, but it’s moving forward that builds bridges. Makes progress. It’s time that heals wounds.

         “ ...--Ah! I’m in room 301 if you ever, erm, want to. ... talk. ” --A particularly nervous fidget that ruffles the fabric of his sleeves.          “ But, uhm... Have you heard about the Masquerade? ”

[enosleonheart]

--{ ive got some time before class so i’ll hop on that example! intro time!

my name is linnette or linna and i write your local nervous wreck, enos from lieat! i’m also considering bringing tsurugi from servamp, but he’s one of those muses i need a feel for the setting before i shove him in. anywho! i’m 19 and am in my first year of college. i’m undecided but looking into film studies or psychology or planetary science or--a lot of things! i love music, games, servamp, and rp lots and lots! so i’m actually super excited to get down to business and rp with everyone. you can find me @greedpair on twitter any time fam i hope we can all be friends! }

[diamondborn]

;; ♢ —-

( && ) tawny digits examine a single, sapphire cloth retrieved from the signature coach bag sported. the abandonment of a customary sewing machine was easily countered with the obtainment of  needle and thread. alas, believe it or not, sewing was not on the forefront of the new  yorker’s mindframe, but the extensive observation of the current hotel room that seethed of luxury. dropping the lone cloth upon the occupied bedspread, a hum escapes glossed lips that dared to part – only to purse at the sound of the door opening. cranium ( damn near ) engage into whiplash to place eyes upon the culprit : a frame appearing in the doorway – a male figure. golden brows knit together, own feminine frame easing off of the bed to further scrutinize the newcomer ; this must have been her roommate, poor thing.                          ❛ ya’ know my face isup here, right? not the floor? ❜ arms cross and body shifts, a modest head-tilt to emphasize the query. to hear his statement openly validate her guesstimation sucessfully created a platform for her next response : ❛ yeah, name’s alyssa. so, i’m guessin’ ya'name must be… crap, I know I had it right before… enos, right? ❜

[enosleonheart]

the words strike his ears with a force that makes his stance rigid. they weren’t particularly rough per se, though nerves and insecurities sure had a way with making a man walk on eggshells at the slightest complaint. it was well deserved; a man should look someone he’s to share a room with in the eye, right? probably. of course, he wastes no time in meeting her gaze with the epitome of apologetic grins. the man fidgets a moment, muttering a ‘sorry’ just loudly enough to be audible in the small space. what a mess of introductions he was making, huh?

          “ a-ah... right. enos is... right.               ... ...... i guess we’re roommates from here on, then.              it’s good to meet you. ”

enos closes his eyes, lips vaguely forming silent words of encouragement to himself. deep breaths. breeeeathe. a moment later, he rolls his shoulders back to relax his nerves and shoots her a more confident smile.

          “ did you just arrive, too? i haven’t had a chance to look around. ”

[teovaldo-blog]

Ah

Teobaldo turned, his eyes trailing over to the lifted hand. The familiar cuff around a pale cuff brought the feelings of mild surprise and discomfort to the pit of his stomach.

He smiled despite the mixed feelings. It was a small smile, more of a vague twitch of his lips than a real show of emotion. Never-the-less, it was all he would muster up for this particular person. “I could say the same thing.” It was short, his voice. Crisp but not enough to play tattle on his true feelings. He schooled his hand into a lax wave, letting it drop to his side, smile still fixed on his face. It was odd talking to this person, out of the three in his life that it felt impossible. It was….curious that they’d met here. Of all places. “Enos.”

[enosleonheart]

The finality in which Teo speaks his name causes the makings of a grin to twitch into a frown. It seems as though all at once Enos’s entire presentation shifted from welcoming to almost hesitant. It seems he wasn’t forgiven yet.

As much as Enos refused to look at the past, there was no qualms in his mind that Teo had just as much right to refuse him as he had to extend peace. Perhaps he didn’t agree with it, but things like that--and other people--just can’t be helped.

         “ Be it fate or what-have-you... ” --He waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.          “ it’s nice to see a familiar face. ”

His eyes wander, looking anywhere but at his brother. His chest tightened with nerves at the tension of it. It’ll be fine, Enos. Breathe. Just breathe. He wills the smile to return.

         “ Where are you staying, Teo?            Since the others aren’t here, it’d be good to stay in touch. ” His eyes dart to Teo’s side and back. A nervous tick, or perhaps an observation. He made no mention of the lack of a certain dragon.

[enosleonheart]

@teovaldo​

So there’s a familiar face, after all. Though not one he could say Cyril would particularly approve of, but that wouldn’t stop Enos in the slightest. As far as he is concerned, they’ve made their peace. Even if their sister couldn’t accept Teo again.

With a cautious smile, Enos raises a hand in greeting to his estranged brother. After he’s sure he’s received Teo’s attention, his arm returns to its reserved position, linked naturally in front of his body like a protective barrier. The inventor approaches without much hesitation, meeting his eyes for the ghost of a second before averting his gaze. A moment, and he turns back to him with a grin.

        “ Good afternoon, Teo.            With work like ours, I expected to run into you eventually, but...            I never thought it’d be here. Are you on business? ” 

[enosleonheart]

@incandvscence

What a well deserved break. It would be a lie to say Enos isn’t long exhausted from his work and travel, and relief comes in the form of a fancy hotel he would’ve given anything to even observe as a child. My, how the times change. It was true he is alone--the company of Cyril and Gene would have been an immense comfort, but in his work, there was no need of phantom thieves or pilots or anything so fantastical--but...

He’d never leave without them. So why...? He draws a sharp breath as he approaches his assigned room. The thought alone leaves him shaking, but no. It’s separation anxiety. Nothing more.

Enos releases a huff of a nervous sort. A breathless laugh balled with anxieties, but that was nothing new. Muttering incoherent words to himself, he opens the door just wide enough to slip inside, not bothering to look up from his feet. Again, he murmurs the syllables under his breath with a knitting of his brows, absently turning and being met with a stranger. Startled, his soft monologue is interrupted.

         “ Oh--! ... Ah. Ahaha... ” His roommate, right? Err, what did the front desk say, again...          “ S-sorry. ... You’re Alyssa, right? ... Room 301? Ah... ”

[aosrip-deactivated20170730]

one n-n-nervous wreck-- i mean! enos leonhearts from lieat checking in! app is under 01 in the sidebar or /app in the url! you're the best fam

Your information has been processed!

Welcome to Morticia, Enos Leonhearts, we have been expecting you!

According to our computers, you are housed in a two-bedroom suite. On your keycard, you will find that you are in Room 301 with Alyssa Jones! She’s tough ‘round the edges ; but, we promise she doesn’t bite! Everything should be in working order, so, feel free to make yourself at home!

With careful deliberation, you have chosen precognition as your active power and your additional request has been noted.

If you need anything else, please contact the staff. Enjoy your stay!

-The Concierge.

[enosleonheart]

--{ shoutout to the fam who may or may not still be following me      this blog is going to be reused for aosrip so! unfollow if you’d like! }

[sleepytoxy]

oh and i forgot to upload it here but there

birthday gift for eliss, it’s e-ki from shuuen no shiori !

[sundrxps-blog]

          { x }—  Lila was having, quite honestly, an awful day. She had to run a mile in gym, which was hard with her prosthetic but harder when you had to change them to a special running design that made it so much more tellable that she was disabled and she had people staring at her left and right. Definitely a boost to her already seriously low self confidence levels.

          And then at lunch Sylvia was nowhere to be seen, so she presumed she had left to eat lunch without her somewhere else, and ended up eating alone at a table until a group of people asked her to move so they could eat in that very spot that she had been sulking in. She didn’t blame them, though, because she took a whole table and most of everywhere else was filled.

          Then, here she was now, not watching where she was going and tripping over herself, falling to the floor with a ka-thunk sound. She sighed, before a voice popped up and asked her about her well-being. She clung to his shirt when she was picked up, her face flushing red as she realized she must have been very heavy. At the introduction of his name, she turned her face to him and smiled radiantly right back at him.

                             “Nice to meet you, E-ki. My name is Lila.”

[enosleonheart]

There was truth in the fact that this girl wasn’t exactly light, and despite E-ki’s own thoughtless mutter about heroics, he was in no way exactly... Y’know. Surprisingly strong. Averagely strong, maybe. But he’s got practice from the countless film props he’s made and hauled from one location to the next!--at least, that’s what he tells himself.

He notices right away when she clings to his shirt, losing track of his footwork and stumbling just slightly when his thoughts stray along the lines of how lucky can I be today? Cute girl and everything...!! like any high school boy, really. After a moment, he seems to realize his absentmindedness and drags himself from his thoughts, only to be met with that radiant smile.

“Lila!” His smile grows naturally at the response, cheeks becoming a soft shade when he unconsciously registers he’d actually picked up (in literal sense, but even so) and struck up a conversation with her. How’s that for an energetic guy’s social skills? “It’s nice to meet’ya! Must be quite a way to meet someone, huh?”

            “. . ! I was going to the nurse’s office, wasn’t I?              If you need me to take you there, that is!”

[tezerenotameiki]

—let me save your future.