女神

{Krista/Historia rp blog for snkrpfamily}

[goddesskuri]

Pretty in Black [Mikasa - Christa]

[asilentresolve]

Christa gave a small laugh at Mikasa’s surprised reaction, her crystal blue eyes gleamed with amusement. It’s you! she chimed in happily, clapping her hands together. Mikasa was already amazed by how different she looked, but apparently Christa wasn’t quite finished with her. She gestured for Mikasa to turn around, then picked up another case from the pile. It was filled with peachy compact powder. Mikasa didn’t know what it was for - but the other girl surely did. She picked up a brush from the table and started dabbing it to the compact powder. Mikasa closed her eyes slightly as Christa began sweeping the powdered brush lightly on her left cheek.

Do you know if he feels the same way for you? Eren, I mean.

"Huh? I…" Christa’s question came so suddenly, that Mikasa wasn’t quite prepared for it. "I- I don’t know." She blushed and stared down at her lap intently, suddenly feeling it hard for her to look at Christa’s all-knowing smile. "I- I mean… he’s my family, and he always said I’m a family too… so… I… he… doesn’t that mean he feels the same way to me?" As she spoke, her face only grew redder at her words.

[goddesskuri]

Christa bit her lip in confusion at Mikasa's response. Even with little romantic experience, she still knew that Mikasa's knowledge was lesser. Gently, she swept some of the blush onto the apple's of her cheeks, letting it fade off into her porcelain skin. Christa remained silent for a few moments, carefully thinking out her words before speaking. 

"I... I'm almost certain that family members share a different sort of love..." She began, "I'm asking if, maybe he would think of you as more than family? Once he sees you at the ball, he surely will."

Christ knew little of love. As a child, love was a swift sharp strike across her face from her mother. Then, it was the quiet, warm brown eyes of the horses on the farm. As she grew older, it morphed into laughing with a friend, or whispering with her fellow trainees through the darkness in the early hours of night. But now... Love was much more. So much more complex and sickeningly confusing. Love was sweeping glances through the crowded mess hall, and love was that painful ache deep in her chest whenever she would watch him go about training. Love was far more daunting, love was much more unyielding. But above all, it was more blind than anything else she'd ever experienced. 

"Maybe he'll ask you to dance," Christa giggled, speaking partially for herself and her own wishes.

[noctemv]

"Levi" by the author of “hirunaka no ryuusei”

[goddesskuri]

Pretty in Black [Mikasa - Christa]

[asilentresolve]

For what seemed like forever, Christa didn’t say anything to comment on her words, as Mikasa’s cheeks continued to blaze of embarrassment. Then, she felt the other’s small hand on her chin, lightly tilting her face up. Mikasa instinctively opened her eyes, and she found Christa’s pair of blue orbs staring at her, lighting up with a smile. Surprisingly, it didn’t seem like a mocking kind of smile, but rather an all-knowing, but caring, kind of smile. For a while, Mikasa’s mind wandered as she tried to recall where she had seen that smile before. Only when Christa softly brushed her stray black hairs out of the way did she remember.

Carla. Carla had also looked at her with the exact same smile once. A gentle, motherly smile of a woman looking at her daughter. Maybe, Mikasa realized by now, maybe Carla had also known back then what she had felt toward her son. And just like Carla back then, her feelings toward this particular boy must have been obvious to Christa. Mikasa sighed, relieved. Christa was  certainly someone she felt secure sharing her secrets with. Unlike some people, she never judge. In a way, Mikasa felt a particular kind of tenderness toward her. It was like she was looking at sister, almost like what she felt for Armin, except of course, she had known Armin for way longer than she had known her.

A few more things to add, of course…

Mikasa blinked a few times, as Christa’s words suddenly returned her to present moment. Glancing a bit to her reflection in the mirror, she almost couldn’t believe what she saw. Her face looked different now - her eyes had a sharper definition around the lines and the edges. The matte brown eyeshadow contrasted against her pale skin, making her eyes look bigger and fuller. She certainly looked different, striking to say the least, yet it wasn’t too much.

"Is this me…?" she muttered, in a silent amazement.

[goddesskuri]

Christa laughed lightly at her astonished reaction. Christa herself was amazed at how different Mikasa looked- elegant and sophisticated, but her natural beauty still shone through the layers of makeup. 

"It's you!" The blonde exclaimed, clapping her hands together with glee. 

She gestured Mikasa to turn back towards her, and Christa fished a small compact of peachy blush from the pile. With a poufy white brush that had bristles softer than fur, Christa began to swish the pink powder onto the tool. As her hand guided the brush to sweep over Mikasa's left cheek, she paused as she drew the brush away. 

"Do you know if he feels the same way for you?" Christa asked quietly, "Eren, I mean." 

She had always wondered what went on between the two mismatched friends. The way they looked at each other, the way he casually would let his fingers glide through her hair, or the way she would sacrifice anything to keep him from getting hurt. They both showed affection in differing ways, obviously, but Christa couldn't ignore the evident sparks that would fly between the two Zhiganshina refugees. 

[goddesskuri]

// does anyone wanna plot?

[taupey]

oh heeeeeeeeyyyyyy guys 

[goddesskuri]

// more krista cosplay by me uwu

[papermoon2]

クリスタはもうやめたの　by　BUMP

[attackontitans]

↳ Before I am your daughter, your sister, your aunt, niece, or cousin, I am my own person, and I will not set fire to myself to keep you warm. ~Things to remember by  egracely~

[goddesskuri]

Pretty in Black [Mikasa - Christa]

[goddesskuri]

Is there someone you’re trying to look nice for tonight, Mikasa?

[asilentresolve]

That question sure was unexpected. Or maybe, it was just to be expected. Was she too obvious? After all, she had never even tried so hard to look nice… not until tonight. The difference must have been striking to someone as observant as this little blonde girl. Unknowingly, Mikasa blushed at Christa’s straightforward question. “Uhh,” she replied, trying not to open her eyes as Christa was still applying the light dusts of eyeshadow on her eyelids. 

 ”I just… wanted to look different,” she answered finally, not quite able to ignore the heat on her cheeks. I’m such a terrible liar, she realized. Christa giggled and immediately reassured her, but for some reason, her comforting words only made Mikasa even more restless.

There was a boy she wanted to look attractive to tonight - yes, there was. A certain brown-haired, green-eyed boy, the same boy she always had her eyes for since childhood, and the boy who always seemed not to notice her even though she was right by his side. Mikasa took a long breath

"Eren…," Mikasa suddenly muttered, blushing, her eyes down to her lap. "I- I wanted to look nice to impress Eren." The heat on her cheeks was growing stronger, and she deliberately avoided Christa’s eyes, afraid of her reactions. Will she laugh at her? She certainly did sound silly, didn’t she? It was so not like her to be like this - wanting attention from a boy, wanting his eyes to look at her with wonder, appreciation - wanting him to look at her differently.

Not a sister, not a childhood friend, but differently.

She didn’t know how different, but she knew she just didn’t want him to pass her as a sister or a friend anymore.

[goddesskuri]

Christa's eyes widened momentarily at Mikasa's response. She'd already expected the answer, truthfully. She smiled to herself as she felt the surge of warmth under the other's skin, her cheeks flooding with scarlet. Christa stopped her hand's work, brush lighting off of her eyelids. 

Christa tilted Mikasa's chin upwards with little fingers, waiting for her eyes to rise back up. Christa offered another serene smile as they did, feeling motherly in a blind, unknowing way. She smoothed more of the stray, black hairs back.

"We'll make sure he can't take his eyes off of you," Christa whispered, voice sparkling with giddiness. "I promise! He won't let you out of his sight."

With that, she raised the brush back up, dusting a bit more peachy pink onto each lid. She stood back to survey her work, then went back in with matte grey, dabbing a bit of the pigment on the outer corners of her eyes. She swept away the fallaways gently, and picked up a small pot of black liquid, used for lining. The tiny brush was stiff, and Christa had to hold Mikasa's chin to keep her lines steady. The deep black lines swept outwards at the edges, smoldering the deep brown of her eyes and commanding attention. 

Once again, Christa stood back, hands clasped together. "Looks really great, so far!" She informed, happily. "A few more things to add, of course..."

[goddesskuri]

Christa giggled at Mikasa’s disgruntled expression. “A valentine is a really special friend or loved one that you give a present to today! It’s pink because… isn’t pink a romantic color?”

"Have you found a valentine yet, Mikasa?" Christa asked, tilting her head.

[asilentresolve]

"A- a Valentine? Me…?" Mikasa stared down, not wanting Christa to notice the hint of scarlet that had begun to spread on her cheeks. "I-I don’t celebrate Valentine…." 

Indeed she didn’t. She didn’t even know there was a celebration called ‘Valentine’s day’ until now. But when Christa mentioned about a special ‘loved one’, Mikasa knew who she wanted to be with her on the special day.

"What about you, Christa?" asked Mikasa to the golden-haired girl, staring at her piles of cards and boxed chocolates. "Do you have a… Valentine?" Mikasa wouldn’t be surprised if she did. With her beauty, it was not a secret how popular Christa was among the guys. 

[goddesskuri]

Christa frowned, "That's a shame! Maybe you should start this celebrating this year- It's not too late." 

Christa watched as Mikasa began to appear more flustered, and she decided to stop pressing the subject of crushes. It was apparent that she did have a certain person in mind, but wasn't apt to talking about it. 

Christa too, found herself blushing slightly at Mikasa's question. "... Me?" She asked and sighed wistfully, "I have a boy who I'd love to be my valentine... but... I just don't know how to go about asking him to... to be mine."

[goddesskuri]

"Happy valentines day ~♥"

[leonaencristal]

Annie was distracted from her book by the angelic’s voice as she entered the common room. The smaller blonde mentioned something about what Annie knew was a day to celebrate love, back in her hometown. And while to her herself the day held no personal value - for as far as she recalled, nothing special had ever happened anyway, she did see Christa’s act as something someone with such delicate characteristic would do.

Raising her eyebrows with a sheer smile to show a hint of appreciation, she replied, “Happy Valentine,” before focusing back to her novel.

[goddesskuri]

Christa set down one of her many cards, watching Annie immerse herself back into her book's pages. 

"Did you get any cards this year?" She asked, trying to engage the stoic blonde in conversation, which was a strenuous feat on most days. 

[goddesskuri]

"Happy valentines day ~♥"

[asilentresolve]

"What is Valentine…?" asked the raven-haired girl as she tried to avoid a bunch of pink confettis and paper hearts floating down from the ceiling.

"Why is today so… pinky?"

[goddesskuri]

Christa giggled at Mikasa's disgruntled expression. "A valentine is a really special friend or loved one that you give a present to today! It's pink because... isn't pink a romantic color?"

"Have you found a valentine yet, Mikasa?" Christa asked, tilting her head.

[perrytheplatyborg]

[goddesskuri]

"Happy valentines day ~♥"

[aeverto-deactivated20140422]

                      { ♣ } — Wraps her arm around her shoulder. “Christa! Say…Do you have any more chocolate left?"

[goddesskuri]

"Ah! Ymir you startled me-! I think I have some left- do you want some, by any chance?"

[goddesskuri]

"Happy valentines day ~♥"

[goddesskuri]

Pretty in Black [Mikasa - Christa]

[asilentresolve]

Christa wasn’t nicknamed the Goddess for no reason, Mikasa realized as the petite blonde happily nodded at her request. Christa was kind and gentle, sometimes too much for her own good. And she was always eager to help anyone who needed her help. This time was no exception either. Mikasa approached her, and somewhat numbly she sat on the chair. “Thank you,” she said, when Christa complimented her dress. She put her palms on her lap and briskly smoothed out the wrinkles on her dress. “I don’t feel confident in this, though…,” she said quietly, as if speaking to herself./p>

Silently she trailed her eyes on Christa. She was beautiful… adorable. Her pretty blonde hair, soft and shiny, fell softly on her shoulder. Her dress fit perfectly on her petite body, wrapping her delicateness in a tone of silky lavender, making her shine with a hint of elegant gracefulness. She looked like a princess out of the fairy tales book that she used to read when she was little. Christa was almost too dazzling to see, Mikasa couldn’t help but feel dull and uninteresting standing beside her.

She blinked, confused at Christa’s question. Mysterious? Natural? She had no idea what Christa was talking about. “I don’t know,” she said, letting out a sigh to admit defeat. She was never good at this – being a girl and paying attention to how she looked. She was so used to fighting, surviving, and training herself to be a soldier, that when she finally got a time off to spare some attention to herself, she didn’t know what to do.  She didn’t even know how to use all these makeups, how would she know what kind of look she would want to go for.

“I just want something that is not…. too much,” she said finally, hoping her vague answer would help even just a little.

[goddesskuri]

While Christa patiently awaited Mikasa's response, she selected a small sample of facial lotion, which was contained in a crystal-clear jar. It must've been from the inner walls, as the wall Sina's trading stamp was etched into the bottom. All of Christa's makeup came from the market, or was sometimes given to her as a gift. She wondered how Mikasa had obtained this- it was a luxurious rarity.

Snapping out of her thoughts at the sound of Mikasa's reply, Christa listened, and nodded curtly. "Of course- you still want to look like yourself, right?" 

Christa pushed Mikasa's bangs back, and applied a small bit of the Sina lotion to her skin, which needed little coverage, for it was as flawless as that of a porcelain doll. Setting the small jar down, she carefully selected a small pallet of eyeshadow, which was an array of brown hues, and a applicator brush. 

As she began to dust the loose pigment over Mikasa's closed lids, she smiled to herself. "Is there someone you're trying to look nice for tonight, Mikasa?" She asked, giggling a bit, "I think everyone has someone they're trying to show off for..."

Christa was a guilty one, because she too had gotten ready for the party with a certain boy in mind. Yet, instead of being nervous of him dancing with someone else, or overlooking her, she was more nervous at the thought of him being swept away by his friends, or she being swept away by hers. She hoped that tonight would be a night where they could all have their own little fairy tale endings, even if the threat of titan's attacking was ever-present. 

Christa set down the pallet and reached for another, choosing a soft peachy pink shadow, and dusting over the inner corners of her friend's eyes, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, though," She reassured her. 

[leonaencristal]

Reiner's Mystery Box [Annie - Christa]

“For you.”

Everyone seemed to leave the dining room already when blonde met blonde, delicate blue orbs greeted colder ones in gleaming wonder as Annie’s pale hand reached out to deliver a small blue box tied with a white ribbon.

“Reiner asked me to pass it on to you,” her tone was flat, with not even a hint of effort to make it sound a bit more friendly. Annie was no social butterfly, after all, and while there were times when she agreed to run an errand for a friend, there was always a limit of the extent to which she willingly involved herself.

And apparently, Christa’s famous angelic reputation was not good enough for the stoic female to make an exception. True, Annie was curious to see what was inside the box; she didn’t ask for any reward and instead, she simply found the privilege to stick her nose and smell the gossip this once just worth the trouble Reiner put her through. However, despising empty chit-chat, Annie required a strongly convincing reason before she could sit and converse without feeling that she let her precious time be a waste.

At first, the fast rhythmic tap of her index finger against the moist surface of the wooden table was the only thing that wordlessly showed Annie’s growing impatience. Seconds passed, Annie could no longer contain her annoyance and eventually broke the silence.

“Are you opening the gift or not? Pretty sure Ymir won’t be pleased if you do that with her around.”

[goddesskuri]

Christa's eyes widened in surprise, her small hands accepting the gift from... Reiner? She broke her gaze from Annie's to survey the dining hall, not finding the tall, muscled blonde boy in sight. She bit back a small smile, and let her curiosity get the best of her.

Turning back to Annie, she noticed that the quiet girl was staring at the box. She seemed to be as intrigued by it as Christa was. The powder-blue parchment wrappings had been carefully done, and the white twine that held it together had been skillfully tied. How thoughtful, she thought to herself, blushing at the thought of Reiner, the adorably menacing brother figure of the squad, slaving away over a small token of affection for her.

"For... me?" Christa asked, her smile widening a bit. "... Did he say what it was?" She shook the box lightly, hearing a small rattling from the box's content. "... Or why he wants me to have it?"

"I... don't think it's Ymir's business as to whom I receive presents from." Christa mused, almost to herself. "I'm sure she'd be excited for me about this too!" Her fingers hovered about the bow, a bit nervous to see what his present to her was. 

[goddesskuri]

Pretty in Black [Mikasa - Christa]

[goddesskuri]

Mikasa stood in the middle of the room, staring emptily at the scenery in front of her. How did it get to this? she questioned silently as her eyes wandered to the pile of mess that had once been her bed. It was time, she’s already running late for Scouting Legion’s Annual Winter Dance, and still she was not even half-dressed. Clad in only a piece of thin white undergarment, she began to slip into the dress she’s supposed to be wearing tonight. It was a sleeveless satin black dress with a low-cut back. To be honest, she was not keen on exposing that much skin, but she liked the way this dress fit perfectly on her body when she tried it on. It was light and smooth, gliding softly against her skin as though made from droplets of water sewn together.

She glanced at the clock and secretly wished for time to run slower. She’s not used to all of this - wearing a dress, polishing her face with make-ups, combing and tidying up her hair, and even… her eyes glanced at a pair of shiny black high-heels that the girls have chosen earlier this afternoon for her to wear. She had refused, but they had resisted, saying that she would look fabulous in them. She could even get Eren’s eyes on her, if she had these pair of shoes on, they had said to her. She guessed that was why she had receded to them in the end.

Now that she thought about it, she shouldn’t have listened to them. She couldn’t even imagine how to walk in those shoes, let alone getting Eren’s attention. The only way she would be able to get his attention is if she fell in those high heels and make herself completely ridiculous. And that was very likely to happen. She sighed. Why couldn’t she just attend the party with her ordinary combat boots? Or her pair of comfortable flats?

She heard a knock on her door, followed by a voice calling her name. Mikasa! It was Christa’s voice. I need some help tying the back of my gown! Would you mind? Quickly Mikasa opened the door a couple of inches and peeked out. Her friend was standing in front of the door, the back of her dress was indeed still open, she could see the bundle stray strings and laces. Her pale smooth skin was visible underneath her open gown. “Come in, ” she said immediately, opening the door wider for Christa to come in.

"Why did you choose such a troublesome dress?" Mikasa asked as the other girl had stepped in. She closed the door and began tying up the back of Christa’s gown. She knew this girl was nicknamed ‘The Goddess’ by the boys in 104th Trainee Squad, Armin had told her, and she could see why they named her so. With a pair of bright blue eyes and beautiful blonde hair falling softly to her shoulders - she was indeed very pretty, like a goddess. And she was even prettier right now when she was dressed up and ready for party.

"Done," Mikasa said as she tied up the end of the last string. "But Christa…," she said, hesitating for a while. "Do you have time? I need help using… all these," she waved her hand to the pile of tubes and jars scattered on the table. Those were all the make-ups she ‘s supposed to be using to make her look ‘prettier’, but honestly she didn’t even know which was what. It would take too much time if she was to try using all of those by herself.

"Can you help me?"

Christa sighed happily, feeling the dress' back stiffen against her spine as Mikasa made quick work of doing it up. She moved her hair to the side, careful not to disturb the soft curl's she'd styled her hair into. 

The mirror revealed two similar girls with different stories, and different emotions towards tonight. Christa radiated with prepared giddiness, while Mikasa gave off an unsure aura of anxious vibes. Christa tried to catch her eye in the mirror so she could offer her friend a reassuring smile, but the stoical soldier kept her eyes down as she finished the last loop of lace that needed to be tied.

"Do you have time? I need help using… all these,"

Christa followed Mikasa's outstretched hand, and saw the assortment of cosmetics that had been scattered about on the polish wood vanity in apparent frustration. She tilted her head, surveying the products, and sizing up the situation.

"Shouldn't be a problem!" Christa said, "Sit down, sit down! I love this dress, by the way... It's very... you," Christa noted, guiding Mikasa to sit on the tufted vanity stool.

"What kind of a look are you going for?" Christa asked, her eyes glittering down at the various tubes of lipstick and compacts of eye shadow. "Something natural? Mysterious? Bold? I chose a sweet look, but I don't think it would really match your dress-" Christa rambled, her curious hands flying across the collection of makeup. "It's up to you, really!"