but is this how it really is? @loose-ended - Tumblr Blog

【❀】Would giggling at such a display be considered in poor taste? If only because of the face she makes when the crafty bird snatches away her food! And, of course, by that he means absolutely no discernible change in her expression at all, and it’s that sort of reaction that tickles him pink. The youth casually walks up behind her and strikes up a conversation as though it were the most natural thing in all the world.

❝ Feeding the birds, hm~? ❞

Mercifully, the brunt of his laughter he expended on the open air, and by the time Leere addresses his companion, he only chuckles quietly.

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Unfortunately, any mirth that the other held in regards to her predicament was not shared with the girl herself. While her expression failed to produce any change, the air around her petite form seemed to grow heavy with the weight of stunned silence... And instead of glancing towards the one who had addressed her, the girl's hollow gaze followed the bird in a manner akin to that of a predator after it's prey.

Once the bird had landed upon the branch of a tree, off the path and to the left, it was then that Cygnette finally spoke. From the parting coral tiers of her lips came a quiet "... No," which was then followed by the not-so-quiet sound of her stomach growling. Feeding the birds? That slice of bread would've enabled her to have a decent breakfast today. Coupled with the cheese she had left over from the day prior, it would have been something to look forward to-- and yet... She was not going to allow her meal to be taken from her so easily. The girl then slowly started to tug up her sleeves, and began her advance towards the tree. "... Want... my food back."

#affido #{ r: Flightless Fledgling }#AHAHA WEEPS #Leere is definitely a cutie #Nettie's just a weirdo #HER FACE she's just looking life she's about to go on an intense life or death mission #but no she's getting her food back from a bird cries #khda also weeps you don't have to match post length with this it accidentally became too long--#djkasdh ;; I didn't mean for it to happen this waaaay-- -tossed-

"As much as I vow, as much as I ----p r a y , I have m i s e r a b l e dreams where little distortions someday swallow you up, for good. I'm countless times more w o r t h l e s s than what you seem to think of me...

so why? Why...

why...?"

For those nights that seem to go on -- through days and beyond-- That I don't think I'll get through May these smiles never c e a s e, your warm touch never leave.

And to me will say the h a p p y you "I will always be here, whenever you fear To color the darkest hues."

#bye #{ Flightless Fledgling }#Eine Kleine - Kenshi Yonezu

forouindo

The silence was honestly longer than Tuya would have thought necessary to answer his question. Something about the girl was just…generally awkward. Especially with the way she got the sack of grapes. That might be too much… Who knows. The captain didn’t specify how much fruit to get. “…Are you…allowed to handle the coin?” the pirate asked after a moment, reaching over to push on her hand a bit. Mostly to get her to put the sack back where it had been.

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Ah. Handling money was at least something the girl seemed to be familiar with. The countless market trips that she had taken with her brother previously, had proven to be useful to her on more than one occasion-- and such was the case with the current situation. In regards to the red head's question, Cygnette simply answered with a nodding gesture, expression ever unchanging as she paused her struggle with the grape sack. ... Did... that mean that he intended to buy the entire sack, then...? What a strange fellow... Usually, people simply took the amount they figured they would need, didn't they? What would someone be doing with so many grapes...?

#{ Flightless Fledgling }#forouindo #; w ; ;;; Aaaah thank you #she's my ridiculous little dork of a muse...#ALSO TUYA'S ADORABLE I want to pet his face ; A ;

come-rika

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"I can live neither with, nor without you."

#{ Colours of Cynicism }#{ Flightless Fledgling }#sTARTS TO SOB

kurai-reii

#{ Flightless Fledgling }#{ Colours of Cynicism }

The occasions where all traces of malice and sarcasm drain from the male's features were much too few and far between. Something heavy appeared to be weighing on his mind, for there was little emotion to be found upon his face. The only exception was a dimming, solemn light within the depths of his unfocused topaz gaze.

#{ open }#-throws this out of drafts also I will go work on my reply here and the stuff on other blogs..-#{ Colours of Cynicism }

"..." Birds were often portrayed as timid, skittish little things. They fled at the sound of approaching footsteps, or in the event of sudden, loud noises. Other times, many of the avian creatures took to the skies when in the midst of another-- non avian-- creature's company. Or so it was said; Nettie no longer believed in such a myth.

How could she? There certainly hadn't been anything skittish or timid about the bird that had flown towards her, and stolen the slice of bread she had managed to obtain for lunch just that morning.

Birds were cruel. "... Aah."

#{ open }#nETTIE bye #{ Flightless Fledgling }

koalapuke-blog

#{ Colours of Cynicism }

forouindo

Tuya’s hanging out in town, mostly just trying to get some fruit before they left for another island again. “You got any oranges? Or grapes. Grapes would be good.”

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"--..." For an awkward beat, the girl found that the only course of action she was able to take was to stare blankly at the fellow before her. In actuality, the shop stand in which she stood at did not belong to her-- she had simply been browsing, until the original shop keep had asked her to watch over the produce while he finished a quick errand. A bad decision on his part; Cygnette had absolutely no experience in customer service. Swallowing the stammer she had felt bubbling within the confines of her throat, the girl slowly shifted her gaze over the selection of fruits before her, and reached, almost mechanically, for an unusually large sack of grapes that she would then struggle to lift. "... Grapes..."

#... I hope this is okay ;;; weeps #she's so lame I'm sorry--#forouindo #{ Flightless Fledgling }