iāve had the thumbnails for the very first page for the last year and just now managed to finish this really dinky comic. ace cares for his weirdo a lot, thatās his weirdoā but that does not change the fact that thatās a whole weirdo who keeps getting into weirdo situations and heās tired.
(gia goes on to fall for this trick at least 4 more times in their life.)
His words may be snappy, he may sound bored when he speaks, or his seemingly lack of interest when you speak may hurt you. But his hands show how softly he loves you. He traces the shape of your face oh so gently. His fingertips lightly brush over the apple of your cheek, the bridge of your nose, the line of your jaw, and the shape of your lips. He silently marvels at how soft your skin is, at how warm you are. His fingers may end up in your hair, playing with the strands like it was second nature. Some may think he would tug on the strands to get a response out of you, but instead he tenderly rubs your scalp with the tips of his fingers.
Leona Kingscholar loves softly.
He remembers small things you mention without a second thought. Like how you may prefer this color over that, or how you donāt like how this brand of clothing feels on your skin. After you mention such small things, you may notice how he begins to get you small gifts. Like how he got you a sweater that wasnāt scratchy and was instead soft, muttering how he ādidnāt want to hear you complain about being uncomfortableā because, in his words, āit was annoying.ā And yet, you soon noticed how the sweater was your favorite color.
Leona Kingscholar loves softly.
He remembers what brand of lotion you prefer, or what hair products that you may use. Whenever you offhandedly mention how you ran out of something, a brand new bottle of lotion has suddenly appeared at your doorstep, neatly placed in a box with your name on it, making sure you knew that this gift was for you.
Leona Kingscholar loves softly.
Some may assume that heās rough with someone he may love. That he would be distant or ignore them so that they would chase after him. Instead, he canāt seem to keep his hands off of you. Whenever youāre both in a crowded room or hall, his hand always finds its way to your lower back, gently keeping you close to him. Whenever youāre hanging out at his dorm, he will have you resting in his lap, his chin resting comfortably on top of your head. His hands rest either on your hips or are wrapped around your midsection and resting on your stomach, his fingers occasionally flexing like he was making sure you were still there. His kisses are soft and lingering, his lips are warm as they press against your cheek, forehead, hands, or nose. Whenever youāre close, he canāt help but lean in and take in how you smell, the perfume that you used was now stocked up in his closet in case you ran out. And maybe, just maybe, he wants to smell a little like you too.
Hey so I wrote this like 3 years ago now but Rook has been on my mind lately and I also liked how this one came out so um
CW for Minor Book 5 Spoilers, Chris trying to pass as a boy (they are not a boy), Rook ig (I mean this affectionately ofc) and general sona lore
But yeah tell me your thoughts if you want lmao
The castle adjacent walls of the Pomefiore dorm building was a usually beautiful and elegant sight. It would still be that way were it not smeared by the presence of someone dressed so slovenly, or at least thatās how they imagined Vil would say it. Chris slouched over their phone with their back leaning against the exterior wall of the building. There was no message from Deuce, but still they waited, hoping something would change. He and Epel had been out for a long while now and Chris couldnāt help but worry. What was taking them so long? Were they not coming back? Couldnāt they have at least said something by now?
Chris stowed away their phone in the pocket of the old hoodie they wore, an article of clothing that Ruggie insisted was a hand-me-down from someone in the Savanaclaw dorm. Theyād gone to him for ideas about how to piss off someone as stuck up as Vil. The concept of clothing that wouldnāt get Vilās approval was Chrisās idea, though they were leaning toward dressing like a punk. Ruggie was the one who came up with the idea of just wearing old lazy clothes that youād lay around your room in while playing a handheld game. Heād mentioned how most of his clothes were comfy hand-me-downs and gifted Chris with an old and faded copper colored hoodie. It came with hastily made thumb-holes at the ends of the sleeves and a spot on one sleeve that was less faded from some sort of patch that had been removed. It had everything.
Chris smiled at the memory of Ruggieās laughter as the duo schemed through the afternoon. They had used up a lot of ideas that the two had brainstormed, and could only think back now to the things theyād yet to do. There had to be some way to get back at Vil, for working everyone to the bone, for his attitude,
for bringing Epel to tears.
āMonsieur moineau, are you still waiting for them?ā
Chrisās attention was brought back to reality as they looked up to see Rook standing next to them with a worried expression.
āYou want them to come back to a familiar face thatāll welcome them,ā they began, āOr do you want them to come back to the same venom that drove them off in the first place?ā
āMon dieu, such cold words.ā
āI know youāre not stupid, Rook. Just let me be the one to welcome them back, okay?ā
Rook frowned but nodded. āYour intentions are very thoughtful.ā
āYouāre not mad?ā
āNon, but you are.ā
āNo shit.ā Chris couldnāt help but crack a cynical smile before glancing back down at their sneakers.
āYou care deeply for your friends, so much so that you would be the buffer for Roi du Poisonās scolding. Itās trulyāā
āāDonāt.ā
Rook wasnāt offended by being cut off, almost like he expected it.
āI never cared about being ābeautifulā or anything so donāt just slap that label onto something about me that you donāt hate.ā
āā¦You were never one to care for such things, yesā¦ but thereās a sort of beauty in that too.ā
Chris turned to argue with him but was quickly shot down.
āAnd no, this is not some sort of label for me to give you in an attempt to stay positive. I mean it.ā
There was silence before Chris huffed and sat down in the grass, not expecting Rook to join them.
āLet me do this on my own.ā
āIām afraid I cannot.ā
āAnd why not?ā
āGrim asked that I keep an eye on you. I gave him my word.ā
āā¦Okay but the real reason?ā
āYou donāt believe me?ā
āI donāt believe that thereās nothing more to it, Hunt.ā They looked up and met eyes with the boy. There was a light in his gaze that they hadnāt previously noticed, or maybe it just wasnāt there before, only having flickered on recently.
Rook raised a finger to his lips and smiled softly, his tone lowering to a whisper.
āIt would be impolite of me to leave a young lady out in the cold by herself, would it not?ā
I made height charts for all of the dorms +the faculty and Grim because I couldnāt think about their heights correctly in my head and Iām a visual learner.
I thought this might be helpful to everyone else too :)
If anyone has any other specific combinations of height differences they want to see Iām totally open to putting those together too, you just have to ask! <3
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