softspoken

Affiliated with Unionem

[fireflyht-blog]

no need to cry trees anymore, i can cut those down but im a ceremonial sword so dont do that

[fireflyht-blog]

He finally allows his arms to drop down by his side, emerald optics keeping their gaze as he gives a nod to the female. All she needs is someone to help her with the errands and he doesn’t deny it at all. "Then I shall help!" He looks around the area to see if there’s something that she needs to do close by, the male finally standing right next to her in which he speaks once more. "What is our first mission! We should go, we should start~." It’s on her command when he’ll begin to move, knowing that when it comes to doing things like this.

Within the time span of his time at the Keep, he would do chores and tend to farming and even horses when he had the time. "Is there something around here we must do, leave it to me always! Alwaaays!" These are promised words he doesn’t think of going back on now since the female needed someone, he is a sword that’s helped millions of people. So she would be someone that could be helped by his blade as well.

"You have me by your side, I don’t mind doing this for you everyday! As long as I can have a snack, I don’t want to starve. Okay? Okay! You can trust me to make sure you’re taken around safely when with me. I shall allow no harm!"

[lissomex]

A little boy toting around a large weapon, eager to be something of a bodyguard -- Olivia should've probably asked where the boy's parents were instead of enlisting him for a service. Since living here, however, she learned to ask questions outside of the typical. His air of earnest and promise was unlike any children that looked to be around his age.

So she simply nodded once at his words, taking them with more than a grain of salt, and proceeded to traverse onward to their next destination. Thankfully that this was her last stop anyhow: Pottery Barn. Didn't look too much like a barn at all, honestly.

"My name is Olivia, and...thank you." She sighed slowly as they cruised along aisles of crafts and porcelain animals with keen smiles. "I'll make sure to repay you for this. Snacks you said, right? There are a lot of places to eat here -- it's rather dizzying...!" And all of it exotic. Going from bear and potatoes to supreme pizzas; mutton to a 30 pack of tiny cheeseburgers -- bizarre. Picking a clay pot up from the shelf and examining it briefly, she wondered if this person would ask for such things. 

"Are you a native here? Do you know what it means to 'have it your way'? The king of burgers seems to say it a lot...this is a very peculiar place, and I've lived here for quite awhile. E-Eh...Forgive me for all of these inquiries..."

[fireflyht-blog]

no need to cry trees anymore, i can cut those down but im a ceremonial sword so dont do that

A salute is given to a pink haired maiden that Hotarumaru has found around in some sort of shopping area, she stood out to him because it seems that she’s distressed. "Ma’am." He starts off, "Are you okay, has someone endangered you to the point for you to shake in such a manner?" He has to look up but his back is straight and he’s slightly standing on the tip of his toes. It’s a miracle the sword that is attached to his back has yet to pull him down. Though it’s late and he sees that the sky is nearing towards a sunset, he’s sure in a couple of hours that it will become dark soon.

"If Master was here, Master would tell me to stay right here in order to help." A nod of his head as he’s yet to remove the salute towards her. What a small little general he’s being, though not many of his companions are here and this world is entirely different to him. Having seen none of the monsters that would try to attack him and the others, not only that there was no Keep around nor was the Saniwa Sage here for them. 

"How about you staaaaay with me, out here, and I can find something to make you smile!"

[lissomex]

She'd get nowhere if she didn't put any effort in, thus was why Olivia made it a point to venture out on excursions where she knew that the faces were many and her tensions were high. But with trial came error -- eyes had lingered on her far too long for her comfort, and so she shuffled in her steps until slowing to a stop entirely smack dab in the middle of the shopping complex. The only movements she made were when she shook like tree branches in a winter storm. But a voice pulled her out of an impending meltdown with a start; the woman jumped out of her skin looking around frantically for the source, of course, until she looked below.

"E-Excuse me...?" What a small boy; smartly dressed beyond his given years. And that sword! How could he carry that around without faceplanting? But he had asked if she needed help, and Olivia wouldn't turn down a helping hand. She nodded quickly and swallowed hard at his suggestion.

Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, Olivia fixed her attention to the little officer, cracking an awkward smile. "I...well, I need to run some errands. I'd be very grateful if -- if you accompanied me."

[lissomex]

starter call! cap is at 3

[kekkonroku-blog]

❀ i take my coffee black, like my soul. [open]

[kekkonroku-blog]

As if the embarrassment of his violent impulse wasn’t enough, the fact that he’d struck a woman only served to make matters worse. On top of all that, she was clearly very upset, shouting and condemning him right there in the street. Not that he didn’t deserve it, but it felt brutal nonetheless. 

”O-Of course you’re not a… trash receptacle!" He replied, his eyes flicking between her and the bin her finger pointed to. "Like I said, it was an accident, I really didn’t mean to hit you! I’m very sorry!" He bowed deeply in apology, sweating and burning in the ears. She must hate him, the passerby’s and witnesses surely must imagine him as some sort of misogynist. There had to be some way he could right this terrible deed.

”M-Miss,” he said, standing upright again, looking her in the eye and speaking with unparalleled seriousness, “There’s no way for me to undo the humiliation and distress my reckless behavior has caused you, but… You have my permission to give me the same shame! It’s not you, but me who should be among trash! So… if you would be so kind as to put me in my place! I will not resist, I’ll bear through every miserable second!”

He paused and took a deep breath, hoping his sincerity was getting through to her.

”Please! Put me in the trash!”

[lissomex]

Now people were staring, whether they gathered or walked by with mere glances was relative, and the only purpose that served was to make the dancer recoil into herself further; she sank herself deeper into her coat much like how a turtle seeks refuge in its shell. All the while with great fervor did Olivia shake her head at the young man's words. "N-No. No way...!"

Damage control, Olivia. She wasn't about to dump garbage all over this person's head no matter what. And the miasma of confusion and offense had slipped off her skin, replaced by the revolting feeling of exposure: all she wanted was to get out of here. Quickly. "Just...just come with me," She shifted in place and swallowed hard.

"Y-You're forgiven but I -- let's go, please! For something warm? Erm..." What was it called again...? "Coffee!" There you go. "I-I can get you a new cup!"

[lissomex]

Flax // Fair

[arozxid-blog]

   Getting up early was habit, by now; back home she had an inn to run after all. Rising early in order to complete her household chores and prepare things for the day, or to practice her swordsmanship, was a normal thing for Fair. Now that she was in this strange other world, she didn’t have the inn to worry about (directly at least; she hoped Lisher and Lushean could handle it while she was gone) but she wanted to at least continue her training.

   It was early enough in the day that people wouldn’t be about, or so she hoped; she didn’t have the grounds she had back home anymore, so she set off (quietly) to the courtyard, sword thumping comfortingly by her side. It was a piece of home in this strange new world, if nothing else. 

   Of all things to see upon her arrival, however, seeing her new… mother, such a delicate woman, wielding a sword so gracefully was not something she’d expected to see. 

   "Olivia?"

   Calling out (her name, of course; Fair had never had a mother that she could remember, it was be too strange to call a stranger by that title) was instinctive and of course, she caught the dancer’s attention almost immediately. She winced as the other jumped, hoping that she wouldn’t injure herself, and was quite impressed to see her keep steady, for the most part. Well.

   "I could say the same to you… I didn’t know you could use a sword," Approaching slowly, she unsheathed her own blade, letting it hang by her side once she had. "I came down to practice. Do you mind if I join you?"

[lissomex]

Taken aback by the request, violet eyes widening some at it, but she recovers from the surprise and nods; sparring with a partner would be the most practical in honing her skill. And perhaps...this was bonding? Such a petite thing, the girl was, Olivia hadn't previously pinned her for one to wield a sword or any weapon for that matter -- looks could really be deceiving in that way!

"Taking up the sword proved necessary for a time before this." She dabs sweat from her brow before she retakes her stance, feet spread and sword drawn at the ready. She's now focused rather than timid, the switches flicking in her mind. "I'm no warrior but a dancer, and while I was able to use my talents to aid my companions...ah, I-I suppose I no longer wanted to rely on the others so much in battle."

"Now...frankly, I do not trust our...bullish housemate for even a moment. So it seems that the blade calls for my hand once more." 

[lissomex]

replies here and on yui will be trickling in for the next few days -- the holidays are over and i'm feeling better, so a lot more activity will come to pass. sorry for the wait guys!;;

[lissomex]

Monkshood // Yuma

[delinquere-blog]

While the woman’s words may certainly seem stern as her entire disposition seemingly changes on the spot, the scent of nervousness, anxiety, and fear are still very prominent in the air. It’s almost laughable that while she manages to speak up for herself, it’s apparent to Yuma that she’s still very tense around him. In fact, it’s enough so that he actually does let out a chuckle, having it fade out before making eye contact with his new wife—refusing to let it break.

"Heh, so you stood up for yourself after all. It looks like it took a lot out of you, huh?" Yuma steps forward, pushing her back more and more until she’s against the wall. Slamming his hand on the surface just beside her face, the vampire looms over her small frame as some sort of intimidation tactic.

In all honesty, he doesn’t actually care about what this woman has to say to him; there’s just no reason to. After all, she’s not even the Eve he’s supposed to be after and as a result, the role she would play in his life is absolutely useless and meaningless.

"But do you really think that some human like you can go up against a vampire like me?" He smirks, placing his free hand on her shoulder near the base of her neck. "And with such a skimpy outfit like that—it’s like you’re practically begging me to suck your blood."

[lissomex]

     She grimaced because, in a way, he had been right. To summon such resolve on the spot was taxing; to keep that resolve up? Even more so. Especially now in this position with no feasible means of weaseling her way out from under the domineering presence. Olivia was barely able to meet his eyes when she had thought him just another dastard -- barrel-chested and toting himself entitled, nothing more than a barbarian. But then all at once the blood drained from her face, and the dancer had become ashen once again.

     Vampires. Old wives tales told to Ylissean children to get them to go to bed early and not cause a fuss about it. Olivia never believed them herself either for she had grown up -- but then she became a soldier. And if half the things she had seen with the Shepherds were conceivable, then it made her feel ill to think that Yuma's claims held ground. And after all, she was no longer in Ylisstol: anything goes at this point. There, the question stands in mid air, hanging heavy; could she go up against a vampire?

     He touched her and immediately her body seized, disgust contorting her features and terror freezing her stomach when she batted the hand away from her flesh. The touch's sensation lingered and stung like frostbite. Nearly fruitless in her effort does she command words to leave her dry mouth in a hurried string, weighted with fear and purpose. 

     Her chest heaved, shallow and quick, and the stress of it all threatened to bubble over from the corners of her eyes. "I am...I am afraid. And I doubt I could best you in a scuffle -- but even so I will not let you bully me for your own sick game! I refuse to let my time here be full up with being at your mercy -- or lack thereof. I am not a toy, and I will be treated as your equal! N-Now get away and forget whatever twisted plots you had planned!" Olivia proclaimed, either foolishly or valiantly, through gritted teeth as not to let herself stutter. Truly she wasn't sure which she had done: stand her ground or carve her epitaph. Whichever it was, the adrenaline would not relent, and so all the while she shook like the last leaf on a branch.

[lissomex]

White Poppies // Therese

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     Contemplating her wide array of choices (more than she could ever really need, if truth be told — though the beauty of the variety doesn’t pass her by unappreciated) for a brief spell, the woman purses her lips, brushes some hair from before her face and to behind her ear. She cannot imagine Shuu would have any preference for this sort of thing - not without stifling some amused smile, anyway - and even if she could, she would truthfully be disinclined to have it count for much anyway. Laid out before her now is a shameless wealth of options, almost to a dizzying extent…

     But it cannot be said that she isn’t finding a sort of peace even so within all this.

     Idly, she toys with the small coin bag tied about her waist. It might well be that she cannot get anything for her foreign coin anyway, and the worry elicits the faintest of frowns. She can browse, if nothing else; she can keep hold of that rather silly little hope of hers.

     In good time, she returns to the kindly young shop assistant, that soft smile of hers resurfacing. To look wouldn’t hurt, no: in fact, it can only really do her some good, help take her mind off things somewhat. “Have you any favourites of your own?” Her question is honest, just as would be her gratitude for any more particular suggestions offered. After all, she hasn’t been allowed a wealth of choice for anything, and for several years now at that; left to her own deciding, she might even be liable to spending the whole afternoon delighting in the colours and aromas.

     "…Where I am from, I have only what the local nature offers to me. This is all quite overwhelming, if truth be told."

[lissomex]

     Her favorites? Well, it was not as if Olivia were never posed such questions -- frequently she remembered the tactician at dinner having all of the Shepherds, each from varying walks of life, to answer such inquiries in the name of frivolity and camaraderie. Olivia indulged in such things, or wished too, but when the opportunity came up she simply blushed and quietly mutter "Pass."

      Oh how time's change, and yet they don't. This time she couldn't pass. Not as a shop assistant and thus a member of the work force. So the young woman flared considerably, cracking a ghost of a smile as violet eyes turned their attention to fuschia stained blossoms. 

     "They're...called sweet peas, I believe," She nodded, looking back to the regal aired woman. "They're not of my home country, nor region or continent, they're completely new to me. Ah...but they're warmth, their color...they certainly remind me of many precious moments."

[kekkonroku-blog]

❀ i take my coffee black, like my soul. [open]

Winter really is the devils season. Despite the numerous religious holidays that took place during the cold months, there was absolutely no denying it. At least that was Heisuke’s perspective. Although he had to admit that with the medicinal and technological advances that had been made since his time, it wasn’t quite as terrible as it used to be. His attitude at the moment, however, was just as negative as it had always been, if not worse. 

He had not yet purchased any of this “modern clothing” that seemed to be all the rage now, and he’d left the house with the intention of finally obtaining some. But of course, this being the holiday season and whatnot, he failed to take into account how crowded and busy the streets would be. On top of all that, he’d paid a visit to a coffee shop while he waited for the crowds to hopefully begin to thin out as the day went on, only to find that coffee was not nearly as good as he’d ben led to believe. Even so, he still held it since it was a great source of warmth.

He leaned against the side of a building now, out of the path of the streams of people, grasping his steaming cup closely. He really should brave the mobs soon just so he can find some thicker clothes, as his tattered, outdated robes were no longer as cozy as they used to be. As he skimmed the ongoing current of people in search of a gap to fall into, he noticed someone reaching toward his coffee cup. Initially, he thought they intended to steal it… until they opened their palm above it and dropped a small amount of coinage into it, and walked away.

Heisuke stood looking into the depths of this cup for a few seconds, processing what had just occurred. Did they.. think he was homeless? What just happened?!

“H-Hey!” He called after them, angry and mildly embarrassed, “I don’t need your money! I don’t need your pity!”

Without thinking, he hurled the cup at the culprit. As it soared, its contents rained down upon a few innocent bystanders, and the cup itself nailed it’s target in the head.

“A-Aw crap,” Heisuke gasped, running to the victim who now lay, stunned on the sidewalk.

“Hey! Are you okay? Th-That was an accident I swear, I didn’t know I could aim like that!”

[lissomex]

      In spite of her situation she found some solace in putting her best foot forward despite all odds -- that, and the impending holiday here seemed none too different than that of Regna Ferox, although more of an emphasis on gift giving and merriment and not so much...green. And red. What an odd color combination. But on this day where there was no work to be done, she had decided to brace the crowds and do some shopping. She didn't know her new family, and truth be told they were an odd lot, but Olivia felt somewhat confident that she had picked out gifts they would appreciate. Hopefully.

     Two gift bags were nestled in the crook of her arm as she took this opportunity to take in some of the downtown area's sights, when all of the sudden her vision was impaired briefly and quickly. Olivia had no time in between turning rather sheepishly to address the distressed voice and the moving out from the blow of a Styrofoam cup.

     Bullseye: it hit right between the eyes. No pain except for losing her balance and falling right onto her back. For a moment she laid there, staring up at passing people and the passing clouds of impending snow fall, wishing that she could melt into the concrete. Her face beet red from both cold and falling. In public. The voice that now frantically addressed her, she remembered. And his visage -- he was that downtrodden fellow! The young beggar with warrior's garb!

    "W-W-Why?!" She blurted out with equal fervor and insistence. Shakily she rose to her feet, dusting off her backside and checking to make sure her bobbles were unharmed from the impact. "How could you...that was extremely rude, sir! I am not a...a...trash receptacle!" And for emphasis, her gloved index finger jutted out to point at, conveniently, a trash can that seemed to have been rummaged through a night previously. She was more embarrassed than angry, truthfully, so her brow furrow deeply and she reclaimed a civil tone. "I...apologize, but I don't...? What did I do to be ambushed by such a means?"

[memorisa]

❀ shine flower, like a star so bright, drooping petals so white. ❀

[memorisa]

Hearing the female decline is sad to hear which Mary continues to work on what she’s doing. She doesn’t mind giving it away, she had so many more to do and she wants to help the other feel better. Sometimes her friend would approach others and give flowers and such to those who looked down and upset, Mary always wants to follow in his steps so she wants to do the same. Seto is something of a major factor for her and honestly, if he never existed, she possibly wouldn’t be who she is now.

"H..huh!? No.. It’s free.." She repeats again, her small hands finishing up the crown which really didn’t take her too much time since she’s nothing but use to this. Once she looks it over to make sure none of the petals are able to fall out. It looks nicely done, she likes how it looks and peering through the opening to look at the fragile other, Mary gives a small smile. "It looks like it’ll fit you so .. I don’t mind, it can be for you! I hope you feel a bit better.. I don’t want to intrude but." She states, holding the crown out for the other to have.

"If you won’t take this.. at least let me teach you how! Or .. you can make your own to keep!" Mary was determined to allow the other to have a crown of her own to keep, really, she just didn’t want the female to go empty handed. The younger doesn’t believe in a price than the usual, “When.. I make artificial flowers, I charge them for five yen.. but this is a crown.. so it’s for free.” She tilted her head with her eyes closed, nodding with her own words.

"Unless.. you think we can find someone else to give it to.."

[lissomex]

     Olivia noted the crestfallen expression that had riddled the young girl's features and automatically the woman frowned. The girl with hair like lamb's wool was earnest -- she wasn't going to take a no for an answer, and honestly, Olivia did not wish to decline her again. She was kind, after all, offering her creation to her in the first place. So she took great care to take the crown from her, mindful of the blossoms -- pinching them too tight would surely bruise them.

     Awkwardly so but warm no less, she smiled at the flower bearer and even put the creation atop her head. She had to admit that in doing so she felt a lot better...

     "Ah...i-it's very beautiful," Violet eyes glanced up at the flowers and then back down at the little girl, nodding once. "Thank you very much...I can tell you worked very hard... Are you the owner's child? I-I actually have an interview with them...they had posted a summons for able workers."

[lissomex]

Flax // Fair

     The sword should be the extension of one's self -- that's what she kept mind when she found the time and safety to bring out the silver blade. The courtyard of their apartment complex proved to be a space open enough to thrust and cut at the air without fear of anyone getting hurt or scared off by seeing such a thing. A blessing indeed it was that at this time of day, most people were either working or at school. Most importantly, this time of day was a haven away from her husband -- though truthfully, and she felt a pang of guilt rise in her chest for this, she had made it a point to seldom be home whenever possible.

       Guilt because in doing so she was leaving her new daughter to be thrown under the griffin's talon. And additionally, having so little faith within herself: she was no longer in Ylisse, yes, but that did not make her any less a Shepherd. Olivia, with beads of sweat collecting on her brow as she kept an even pace with her one woman swordplay, vowed to retain her strength and fortitude within her heart. But refreshing her verse with the blade did not hurt either.

     She continued her training with great focus, precisely why when she was called to by another voice she jumped and gasped instantly. Miraculously, her grip on the weapon remained firm. She turned on her heel to be met with, speak of the devil, Fair. Olivia recalled introducing herself, but rarely did she find the comfort to speak to her. But now that they were alone, she felt a lot more at ease.

     "Fair," She greeted and tilted her head in a cordial nod. "It's rather early...I-I did not expect you to be up and about at this hour. But I suppose it is a prime time for breakfast...or a stroll..."

[lissomex]

Monkshood // Yuma

[delinquere-blog]

Yuma had found his way to his new home eventually earlier before, taking a short break to get situated with the environment and mostly to scope out the outside, hoping that it would be good land to start some sort of garden around there (he can’t trust this unknown soil will be fertile enough unlike the one back at the mansion). The vampire, after deciding that it would be fine to work with, went back out to get some seeds to begin growing and came back a few hours later with a rather grand entrance.

He doesn’t expect to see the petite woman who he presumes is (unfortunately) his ‘wife’ and sizes her up. The first thing he notices—aside from her small frame—is how… quiet and apparently timid she is just by the few words that exited her lips. In response, he speaks, perhaps 20 decibels higher than her initial tone of voice.

“HAH?!”

With a bag of seeds and other utilities in his hands, he walks to the table in the middle of the room to set them down before turning to face his wife once more. These two… well, they’re going to be having a hard time together.

"Hey, you, it’s annoying and unattractive when a woman can’t speak up." Bluntly stated, Yuma tells her to speak more clearly next time she addresses him and that he could barely hear her the first time with a sigh. Of course it’s him of all people who had to get someone who can barely speak above this annoying whisper, or so he thinks. If there’s anything good that would come out of this, it seems like this woman is complacent and wouldn’t cause much trouble if he were to lay down a few rules or so—but even that would be obnoxious at some point. But, speaking of which…

"Listen here, if we’re going to be living together you’ll have to follow by my rules, got it? So first thing’s first, don’t do anything around here without my permission and secondly…" He emits a low, quiet laugh before continuing. “Since it’s convenient, you’ll now be my toy, okay?”

[lissomex]

     "A-Absolutely not!" Olivia's face contorted in disgust and irritation, anxiety concentrating in the pit of her stomach as it instantly grew three sizes. Her palms were clammy and her complexion a mix between ashen and flustered; a nightmare incarnate she had been paired off with. It sickened her how perversely he spoke; his toy...despicable! Despicable and not the first time she had encountered a man so deluded into entitlement. Truly it was difficult to determine whether she was more horrified or angry at her husband's boorish manner -- but she could not simply let a craven bully her so.

     Timid though she was, Olivia thought she'd sooner die than let her dignity be stamped upon again. Once was more than enough. And only five minutes into introductions? He must have been a brigand, wherever he came from. A cutthroat perhaps, but most definitely a savage. How unpleasant.

     And with another lady in this home, too? This had to be corrected -- quickly.

     Perpetually she was withdrawn into herself, but she projected her voice despite how much of a struggle it was to begin with. Olivia was markedly stern, "I will not 'follow your rules' and I certainly will not be your plaything!" If the gods weren't on her side in the first place, then inwardly she prayed that they would lend her their strength now. Mercy. "Do not think me some...some waif that you may bully without repercussion. You would be even more of a boorish fool to do so; I wish to live peacefully...but I will cut you down if you force my hand." 

[lissomex]

Monkshood // Yuma

     It's all she can do to not both cower and marvel at the imposing young man that had barged into the apartment. And barged was an understatement when thinking back to the deafening silence that filled her new home. Olivia had come in when the place was abandoned -- lived in for sure, it seemed obvious enough that she was the last to make it to the nest -- and she had set her belongings in the room where it was presumed she would sleep with...well, her husband according to this strange place's backward laws. But she prayed to the gods that there could be a compromise drawn up. Or perhaps the person named Yuma would have been gracious enough to relinquish the bed to her completely (though, naturally, she wouldn't allow this).

     However, when he finally made it home Olivia stopped dead in her tracks on her way back to the room. It's her intuition seasoned between interacting with all sorts of people and her time on the battlefield that made her tense almost instantly; she had nary a clue what it truly was, save for his sheer size and the silence being shattered instantaneously, but Olivia understood enough to know that her prayers had fell upon deaf ears. 

     "Uh -- " And then she cleared her throat with the back of her hand, awkwardly so. It wasn't even much of a cough either. The dancer's body grew restless as a continued lack of words ride along her train of thought, so she shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she willed something to come out of her mouth.

      When she did, finally, it was murmured barely above a whisper. And as was her way she recoiled and shrunk within herself as she said it, for it sounded rather silly to her. "...W-Welcome home...?" 

[lissomex]

White Poppies // Therese

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     And perhaps it is just so that Therese von Ludowing - the witch of the Thuringian forest that she is - is more subject to the bite of rumour than most others — through no-one’s fault but her own, she would feel inclined to admit. However silently she does so, the truth remains that she carries the burden of her past on her shoulders with a visible solemnity nonetheless. That so many have felt that compulsion to watch her with careful eye, even here, is nothing she can blame them for: it’s only within the nature of man to fear what they do not know.

     Which has always been quite the shame, of course, for she truly means no ill intent to anybody. Just as long as she is left to her own, she is content (if never quite happy).

     …Not that the distance she habitually keeps from others doesn’t sometimes work to her disadvantage. The woman delights in perusing the simply impressive stock of flowers, unable to help remarking to herself the variety here in comparison to the wildflowers which grew back in the woodland: yet she cannot be sure she knows exactly what she’s looking for, if truth be told. It might only be some foolish dream of hers, to want to at least try to make a home out of what is - in essence - a cage with merely a few flowers (however beautiful). Indeed, she suspects already that her attempts are likely to come to naught in the end — but to occupy herself other than wallowing in her own solemnity would surely do her some good, if nothing else.

     So, when at long last she is approached by one the hands of the shop, she affords a small, polite smile. Whatever melancholic airs had so unnerved the young girl’s fellows seem to fade in their entirety now as Therese half-turns to address her.

     "Oh, would you be so kind?" (It is only within the girl’s duty as one of the hands here to be kind, she knows, but even so, she is not used to kindness.) "I am in search of some flowers to brighten my home, but it seems here… Well, I am quite spoilt for choice."

[lissomex]

     The woman was soft spoken and mild in her matter, and this eased Olivia's nerves to a rather large degree. She sympathized with the other's plight in the form of a small chuckle and a nod, "It is quite a lot for such a small shop...the owners work very hard. They're a family that truly loves their work." Perhaps that was much more information than necessary? Ah, but it was true after all. But even so, Olivia clasped her hands together and brought them to her chest as she recoiled ever so slightly. A nervous habit.

     "Erm...well, we have plenty of seasonal flowers to choose from. Baby's Breath, freesias, carnations and cosmos I believe. Lilies are popular too, and I believe the owner's currently have orchids being grown currently too." She rattled off the names of the flowers, all the while leading the customer through the flower's respective shelves before turning to her once more. "The orchids, however, you would have to come back for in about a week or so. But, um, if you were keen th-then we could call you when they were ready for pick up?"

      And quickly, she made an addendum, "That's if the seasonal flowers suit your taste, of course...!"

[memorisa]

❀ shine flower, like a star so bright, drooping petals so white. ❀

Mary enjoys this place as well, a flower shop owned by a residential couple and their daughter within this place. The male doesn’t talk much but he writes a lot of notes which reminds her of how her brother’s friend does the same so Mary’s grown accustomed to it. Even though he seems scary and at first gave her a type of heart attack, the child has learned that he’s really gentle with flowers and this makes her happy. The female of course, she’s much outgoing than her spouse and always has these crazy ideas of what flowers they all should grow next. The Medusa listens to her stories every time and the brunette’s daughter would agree with her but the most silence of the three always gave a stern look. It’s really scary.

It’s a tranquil happy family at this flower shop and Mary really wishes her home was like this, but she had to be grateful for what she has. Now one of the owners of the shop then spoke up of an idea, of selling flowers even though it’s getting cold lately. Maybe cute season flowers or something of that notion and Mary does jump up at the thought, wanting to try her hand at it since she’s so use to it at home. Doing things with flowers are a thing that her and a friend would do all the time so she’s nothing but excited.

The idea that’s implemented is flower crowns and Mary takes this in, grabbing various flowers and scrambling outside to the working station. Petals dropping behind her and some even getting caught in her hair as she done this. She’s use to it, she’s had cards and all sorts of stuff get caught in her locks from how thick it is. Going to the table outside of the small shop and sitting down, Mary begins to loop and twist wires together to start the journey to what she loves to do.

Her red gaze raises up seeing the passing people, her feet kicking back and forth on the chair she’s sitting in. Though there’s one person in the crown who seems a bit socially awkward, they pass by the table a few times, a shy disposition and Mary has always been the same. When the female slowly walks back her direction (she doesn’t know if she’s waiting for someone or has something on her mind) the Medusa speaks up, "Uhm.. Excuse me.. are you alright? If not.. would you want this to feel better?" The child asks as she starts placing pink roses within the wire to start finalizing the crown as she speaks.

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     Olivia knew where she's going, for the device in her hand was keen enough to lead her there with just a command of her voice, but even so she passed by the flower shop once. Then twice. And it would have been thrice had not the child with hair like a cloud and a nest, all at the same time, addressed her in a tiny voice. But the dancer was accustomed to such voices for they matched her own, but even so she was rather startled by how sudden the interaction was. What was she offering?

     She peered down at the pink roses and the wire. Putting two and two together caused Olivia to go beet red within seconds, and she waved both of her hands in front of her. "I-I couldn't...!" She protested. "Aren't you working on that? Then that must be merchandise. I couldn't possibly accept w-without paying you!" The kindness of the other had not gone unnoticed, but such kindness and good will was exactly the reason she began to stutter and stammer. Shaking her head then, she balled her hand into a fist and held it up to her lips, squeezing her eyes shut to collect herself. Barely. She breathed out next, opened her eyes and set her gaze on the little girl.

     "...Thank you. But I...oh, I couldn't accept it. N-Not without proper payment."

[lissomex]

White Poppies // Therese

     Gossip, no matter where you go, seemed to be a prominent part of being in any mercantile industry -- to have workers whisper and chatter to each other in hushed tones perhaps was only natural, but Olivia refrained from partaking. But it's today that the two others that she works with in the quaint flower shop pull her into the backroom and thus involve her in their almost ritualistic past time. Though instead of snide tongues, they speak with caution not for or of Olivia herself, but of the woman donned in muted tones out in the store front.

     The taller girl laments that she isn't great at dealing with silent types, and the stout boy simply shrugs his shoulders and remarks of how creepy the customer looks. They ask the rose haired woman to aid the customer, and she relents with an awkward nod. Those two were rather rude anyway.

       Olivia emerged from the back of the shop and took careful, calculated steps toward the woman with eyes downcast. The way her shoulders set when she glided about the shelves and racks of flora brought Olivia back to countless dining halls and foyers of royals; the way this person moved reminded her very much of the ladies of noble birth, and it is because of this that the dancer could feel herself starting to flare up.

     With this in mind, she reverted back to her formalities; Iunctum, Hydread itself rather, was a place far ahead of her time and it was more often than not that she would get raised eyebrows for the way she greeted most -- there were no lords or ladies here, after all. So Olivia tried to adopt a more casual vernacular. She was almost a bit grateful that she could go back to a lexicon she was used.

    Almost because this was someone she did not know. And possibly a woman of high birth, so her nerves were still on edge considerably. With trepidation and respect, Olivia approached the woman and spoke. "C-Could...I assist you, madam?"

[lissomex]

ready to get Ylisse's Next Top Model and everyone's favorite bashful dancer off the ground! it's been awhile since i've played her anywhere and she's a much loved muse, so i'm super excited ( ´ヮ´) *:･ﾟ✧ l

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