Perception and Intelligence

Queen Tracking quiesetclaritas

[quiesetclaritas]

Ways to Forget [Queen + Trey]

There was nothing Queen loved more than a large collection of books. There was something almost dignified in being surrounded by so much knowledge, so many written words and experiences of people long since passed. These people who were gone physically but through their works had gained a sort of immortality. Despite it being the weekend (and one with particularly good weather at that), Queen had sought out the noble silence of the library to the noise of the streets. The sound of her footsteps was accompanied only by the rare page-turn or cough from one of the library's other hidden patrons. To say that Queen was at peace in this place was an understatement. Between these rows upon rows of books, Queen was able to consume copious amounts of knowledge until her eyes strained. It was exciting. To her, a visit to the library was the same as an amusement park or concert. Perhaps others would have found that odd. Most likely, many did.

One slender finger trailed along the spine of a book detailing various medical terms and practices. Queen had been meaning to study up on that subject, after all. She was seconds away from pulling the book from the shelf when a flash of gold in her peripheral vision caught her eye. Turning with just enough time to glimpse the source, Queen felt her body tense. It had been years, but she recognized that person. Even if he'd grown up. Seven had said the others were most likely in the city as well. The book fluttered to the floor as Queen turned on her heel and started after that familiar back. There was no way. It was too coincidental. He was quite a great distance in front of her, lacking the leisurely pace that any adopted in the library. Had she been someone else, she might have run after him or called his name - disturbing the serene atmosphere of the library. As it was, Queen picked up her own pace.

"Trey..." She murmured his name in the hope that he'd somehow hear it and stop. She'd been so focused on the male that Queen ran into another person - causing them to drop their books and fix her with a venomous look. Stammering an apology, Queen sidestepped them with just enough time to see Trey slip into one of the rows. It was now or never. Nearly diving into the row herself, Queen was pleased to discover that he'd slowed his pace down as he gazed at the books. Without thinking about the consequences, Queen reached out quickly and took hold of his hand in her own to stop him from walking any further. "Trey...?" Only now was she aware of how awkward the situation would be if it turned out not to be him. That, coupled with the fact that he hadn't turned to face her yet, made Queen swallow nervously. Oh dear. And so she stood there, frozen by both anticipation and fear.

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Afternoon Tea [Queen + Utsuro]

It had been a rare opportunity for Queen. Usually when she arrived at her apartment after school, Utsuro was there to greet her at the door. Today, though, was not the case. He hadn't been with her for a particularly long time, but even if he had Queen was unsure she would be used to being waited on hand and foot. The worst for her, though, was the fact that he never seemed to accept anything in return. Surely her parents must have been paying him, though. But he'd refused even the smallest offers - dinner, tea, anything that would cause her to have to put in any actual effort. That was why today was such a blessing for her. She'd snuck around the apartment from the moment she'd opened the door - turning each corner only after ensuring he wasn't around it and avoiding wide open spaces where she could be caught easily.

What should have been less than a minute's walk to the kitchen took nearly fifteen minutes when all was said and done. Still, she'd succeeded - no Utsuro in sight. Filling up the tea kettle, Queen placed it on the stove and turned it on to heat the water. Then, as quietly as she possibly could, the teen dug around in the pantry for snacks. It would be a nice surprise for Utsuro, after all. She hated the fact that acted like her servant. Truth be told, she preferred to think of him as a friend than anything else. Queen had just placed out a collection of cookies and other such items when the kettle began whistling. With a grimace - no doubt he'd heard that - Queen removed it as quietly as possible before gathering the final items needed for tea. Perhaps luck wasn't on her side today, though. Queen had taken hold of the honey too tightly (most likely due to her nerves) and as a result it ended up all over her hands.

And then the despair-filled whining began.

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Shut the Horse Up, Diego Brando [Queen + Diego]

[dinohelm]

What? He wasn’t sure he heard any of that correctly. She seemed like nothing of those wishing to ride in the past. He expected the typical unmotivated brat that were usually forced to take horseback under his wing. That or the presumptuous preteen that just really liked horses but had no real riding ability whatsoever. Diego’s expression was dull for the most part but it shifted into dumbfounded. She was literally nothing what he was expecting and that was speaking volumes of what he usually received. It had been a while since he taught private lessons since the last one had left a sour taste in his mouth. His mother listened to his ranting and ravings over and over again for about a straight month. Thankful for the money but not very pleased with the amount of time he wasted. Perhaps this was his saving grace. He surely wished it was.

"It’s a pleasure, Queen. Don’t worry. You’re in good hands." Diego’s tone was almost stale although he did mean what he said. He had gone through this ordeal several times. But she seemed competent enough to go through with the lessons themselves. He nodded agreeing to her statements, she was right on the mark. Aside from her little accident she seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. Although he wasn’t ready to abandon the intimidating bravado just yet. She could after all surprise him with something he isn’t expecting (and he often expected everything to come at full frontal force). For now he would calm down, it was going to be okay. Hopefully. This can’t get any worse can it? He preferred that it didn’t. Diego still had several lessons to go, this was just the first. It wasn’t necessarily a hefty day she could have probably gone home early. Unfortunately for the both of them, this was not going to be the case.

He cast a downtrodden gaze at the woman, considering her size her horse was perfect for her now that he thought about it. However, that was going to wait. She was not going to get on the horse muddied. At all. He was not going to allow it whatsoever. Diego sighed and responded, “No. It’s fine you can come inside. My mother can help you out. We have all day.” He grimaced at the end of his sentence, they really did have all day. Until he was fed up with her or until she cried which was what he saw the most on the first day. Although he didn’t see this in her. She could have the potential. He wasn’t going to underestimate her now. Queen’s personality was already a complete shock to him. She must musing the fact that he might only be a few years older than her. Regardless of his age he was rather adept at what he did. That was not something he was going to downplay. He was proud. One did not have question his modesty because he wasn’t at all.

Did she just speak to the horse…? That’s rather unusual. Well, not really. He always spoke to the horses but someone else doing the same? Although, it wasn’t something you would say to an animal. Diego was rather confused. He was going to disregard that but at the same time… It was almost touching? He rethought his impression of her for a moment. He wouldn’t know exactly what to think of her until this was all over. He found himself wanting this to be over and done with but at the same time he was moved to teach her. Which was rather odd to begin with.

"You don’t have to clean up the mess you leave behind. That’s not what you’re here for. But thanks for offering anyways." Diego turned and motioned to Queen. "You can wash your hands inside and try to get most of the mud off. Just follow me." This was something that happened often but usually it was either a) A rider trying to get on their horse or b) Falling off the horse. But in this case it was neither. But then c) Accidents happen, like slipping. He wondered what could have caused this to begin with but he wasn’t going to ask about all the minute details anyways so he shook it off. First things first, she had to get clean. Or clean enough.

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A look of discomfort crossed her face as Diego spoke, but Queen did her best to try to swallow it back. After all, it wasn't as if he was suggesting something strange. It made sense. After all, getting on her horse while dirty would only make the horse dirty as well. Silently, Queen cursed the fact that she'd been foolish enough to be scared by the horse in the first place. If only she hadn't leaned close to it like an idiot. Lifting a hand to adjust her glasses, Queen was made aware of the dirt and mud on her fingers - forcing her to slowly lower it back down with a grimace. Violet eyes slid from Diego's face back toward the horses. Well, at least they both seemed happy for now. Her own horse still hadn't stopped looking at her. Queen was unsure if she should feel strange about the fact that an animal was watching her so intently.

Something Diego has said, though, caught her attention. His mother could help her? The female swallowed nervously. "B-But..." Not only would she be meeting his mother, she would be meeting his mother dressed like this? "A-Ah, wait...!" He was still talking about her going inside? "I could ride like this. Really. If we just wait a little while for it to dry. It should not take too long. It is sunny today, after all." Even though he'd already shot down that idea, Queen stilled gripped at it in desperation. The last thing she wanted was to impose. Brushing at the drying mud in hopes that she would be able to clean it off, Queen grimaced at the way it smeared even further. That had not been the best idea. Frowning down at her clothes, Queen was aware that she was most likely only irritating Diego further. His tone when he'd first spoken was less than pleased, after all. "I suppose I do not really have much of a choice, do I?" The fact that she was going to meet someone who wasn't her instructor in this state made Queen's chest tighten. What a horrible first impression to make.

"I refuse to leave a mess behind in your house." Her voice, which had been polite and a little nervous, slid into something much more firm and commanding. Not rude, of course, but her tone made it clear that she would not budge on the issue in even the slightest way. "I came here for lessons, yes, but it is my duty to ensure that I conduct myself in the best manner possible. If I leave a mess behind, it will not do. Therefore, when the lesson is over, I will clean the mess I have created in your home. I am sure I will have a little bit of time after the lesson is over. If I am careful, it shouldn't be that big of a problem." There was still a distinct look of nervousness on her features despite her best efforts to look neutral. Starting toward the house behind Diego, Queen fidgeted as he unlocked the door. This wasn't exactly an ideal lesson for her. It wouldn't have been a problem had it not been for the fact that she was currently covered in mud and would be tracking said mud into their home. Standing at the doorway, Queen sighed before closing her eyes and swallowing back her nerves. "Pardon the intrusion..." And with that, she stepped inside.

[godlywarrior-deactivated2013100]

Come Tell ME what you think of how I RP MY muse, I can only publish.

I’m curious to know! Do you like how I RP as them? Do you hate it? How can I improve? SEND ME AN ASK; LET ME KNOW!

[quiesetclaritas]

List of Drabble Prompts

Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason

Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave

Dream: My character will have a dream about your character

Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.

Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.

Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.

Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.

Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.

Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer

Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.

Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.

Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.

Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.

Take me: My muse will kidnap your muse.

Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.

Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.

Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify.

Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.

Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.

Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.

Rain: I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.

Kill: I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.

Love: I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours.

[sexynerdy-bolin]

Introducing the mun:

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Name or nickname: Ari Twitter handle: @megurinelukas Gender: I'm a girl!!! Sexual Orientation: Cute! Fandom(s): Well, I have a few. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Oyasumi Punpun, Fatal Frame, uhhhmmm??? I have a lot, really, I just can't remember them all! Muse(s): Reika, Queen, and (soon to be) Lucy Steel OC friendly?: Yes! Multi-fandom friendly?: Of course! Will you ship your muse with any sex?: Pretty much! A lot of it comes down to what a particular muse wants and likes, to be honest. Are you open to SFW rp?: Sure am! Are you open to NSFW rp?: WINKS LOUDLY but no seriously I'm down for it. It just needs to be discussed and there needs to be a reason and comfort is a thing???? Can people come up and start a conversation with you?: Heck yes! I'll talk your ear off and you'll be like "wow please shut up" but of course you can! Can they be your friend?: don't touch me you nerds YES!

[godlywarrior-deactivated2013100]

Come Tell ME what you think of how I RP MY muse, I can only publish.

I’m curious to know! Do you like how I RP as them? Do you hate it? How can I improve? SEND ME AN ASK; LET ME KNOW!

[quiesetclaritas]

Shut the Horse Up, Diego Brando [Queen + Diego]

[dinohelm]

Expecting a visitor in a secluded place was something surprising for the Brando household. Diego’s mother enjoyed the company even if it wasn’t for her, it made things lively especially since the only noise were the conversations between mother and son or the nature that surrounded them. It was sort of lonely. A soft motherly voice graced the silence that both figures sat in, “Aren’t you taking in a new student? From that nice family I heard it’s their daughter…” His eyes shot to the side, he remembered receiving a call not too long ago inquiring about horseback lessons. He never rejected them as they were often from families that paid extremely well. However, his run-ins with these types of people were often in person. He would ride to Kairos from Paralia he was always bombarded with questions to people that had taken lessons from him would often refer their friends to him.

Diego never took the money for himself, it always went to his mother. She would often be dismayed that he never took a cent for himself but after a while she’d smile and accept the money regardless.

"Ah, yes… She should be arriving momentarily. Although everything is prepared. Her parents even bought a horse for her as well…" His voice wavered by the end of the sentence. Younger horses were prone to more accidents and this one had a few habits that worried him. It was a smaller breed, perhaps his student was smaller in stature? That could be the case. Diego needed someone willing to learn and if she wasn’t then there was nothing he could do. He closed his eyes to the thought and folded his arms against his chest reclining back in his seat. Diego’s mother smiled, "Are you worried they’ll get hurt and you’d have to pay for the bill?" He scoffed. Accidents happen. Especially for new riders it wasn’t entirely uncommon. His mother took it as a ‘no’. An expected response from him.

After a few moments he stood up and excused himself from the table. His mother wished him good luck. Diego was going to need all the luck he could get. He had to get ready and he did just that. If the new rider was late her parents had given him her number. Although it bothered him to an extent. Would he really call a late rider…? In any given situation it would have annoyed him if someone were late but he was being paid for this. He gathered up both saddles and the necessary materials. It was going to be a long day. However, there was one thing he could not deny and that was how much he enjoyed riding. Could he share that joy with someone else? He’d tried it in the past few were successful and others quit either due to lack of motivation or he just scared them off with his attitude.

Before Diego walked himself out of the small house a sharp cry shot through the establishment but before he could even register a single bit of the scenery — Wait. Is this really what he was seeing right now.

A young woman covered in mud stood by where the horses were. He dropped he saddles in disbelief. She’s an imbecile. Why on earth did… How… He stopped asking questions and walked himself quickly over to the female. “… At least you’re acquainted with your new companion there’s that.” Wait, that’s not what you’re supposed to tell someone who is covered in dirt and seems like a stray dog caught on a busy street. “You’re also not getting on the horse that way. You can come inside to get yourself cleaned up. I’m assuming you’re here for lessons? I’m Dio. I’m going to be teaching you so I don’t startle you enough as it is.” Diego was bitter. This was a complete dent in the time he was going to spend trying to teach our little klutz the basics. 

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There were many things Queen could handle without complaint. Her hands being dirty was not one of them. Staring down at her mud-coated palms, the female swallowed back a whine. Maybe there was somewhere she could wash them off? Violet eyes snapped around for a hose or something similar to wash her hands with when she heard a voice behind her. Not even a word of hello. With a partial grimace, Queen turned to look at her new instructor. To say that she was surprised by his appearance was an understatement. She'd expected someone much older than her, perhaps retired. And yet Diego, by her calculations, couldn't be that much older than her. She waited silently for him to finish speaking, her gaze never leaving his face as she committed his words to memory. His tone wasn't exactly welcoming, though. He seemed annoyed with her. Or, perhaps, it was the situation.

"You would be correct, I am here for lessons." Lifting a hand to adjust her glasses, Queen dropped it upon realization she would get them muddy as well. "My name is Queen. I am sure my parents have already spoken to you over the phone as to what our lessons shall entail." There was a touch of bitterness to her own voice at that. Never was she allowed to make her own choices. After a moment, the female bowed to Diego. "Please take good care of me." Manners. First and foremost, always manners. Even if Diego was going to continue to use that tone with her, Queen would have to bite her tongue and keep quiet. Besides, it wasn't as if her life was more difficult than his own. Queen would be irritated as well if she had to teach wealthy children something that very few had any interest in doing. Most children who she had met from her family's income bracket were spoiled and believed themselves to be entitled to everything. As Queen eyed Diego, she wondered how many times he'd been reminded of his station in life by people with too much money. No wonder he was so bitter.

The female was just about to speak once more when a loud neigh sounded behind her, making Queen jump slightly before wheeling around to look at the horse. "I am sorry, but we are trying to have a conversation!" Instead of sounded annoyed or angry, Queen instead appeared to be truly apologetic - as if she'd actually offended the animal. With one hand on her hip, Queen tilted her head to the side and stared at the horse. Her horse. Something seemed to pass between the both of them before the horse finally turned away and trotted off a distance to join Silver Bullet. Unlike his companion, though, the horse continued to watch Queen with alert ears. When she was satisfied, Queen returned her attention to Diego. "I could not possibly enter your home in such a state. I would track mud in." A pause. Wait a minute... "A-And anyway, I do not have an extra set of clothes with me! So I could not change even if I wished to." Surely he didn't think she would be able to fit into anything of his. The mud on her hands was beginning to dry - a fact that made Queen shudder.

"If you insist on me coming inside, then at least let me clean up any mess that I make. It would not be fair to you for me to track mud and dirt into your home and then expect you to clean it." With that, she gazed at him expectantly. Surely he couldn't be mad about that. Again, the same thought rose to the forefront of her mind: how many other people of her family's standing had treated him poorly? After a moment, Queen looked down to her hands and sighed. "We could wait for the mud to dry. I would just like to wash my hands, if that would be alright."

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Shut the Horse Up, Diego Brando [Queen + Diego]

Queen, We have arranged private horseback riding lessons. Please take these to heart and perform well. We expect you to excell. 

                  - Mother and Father P.S.: There is a surprise waiting for you when you get there.

The light of her phone glinted off the lenses of her glasses before Queen clicked it off for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. How many more times would she have to read over that message before her annoyance subsided? Leaning her chin in her hand, the teen watched with bored eyes as the forest sped past her. Traveling by train was preferable to Queen, honestly, but her parents insisted she take the private car instead. And so here Queen was, sitting in a luxary automobile, wearing brand-new riding clothes and feeling incredibly irritated. It wasn't so much the fact that her parents had shoved her into these private lessons without permission. Instead, it was that she was expected to excell. Nothing less than perfect for her adoptive parents. Luckily, Queen was not allowed to ruminate these thoughts for much longer. The car drew to a stop and the driver glanced over his shoulder. "Miss Queen, we've arrived." Nodding her understanding with a word of thanks, Queen opened the door and slipped out of the car.

She'd been expecting something different. Perhaps an actual training center or somewhere with many stables or somewhere with many different horses. What she got instead, though, was a quaint house situated near a stable. "Hm." Well. That made her feel better. At least she wouldn't be under the stress of having a large group of people watching her while she was trying to learn. As the car pulled away, Queen stood awkwardly. Was she supposed to go up to the door and knock? The idea alone made her grimace. She was just in the process of steeling herself to approach the house when her gaze landed on a wooden fence. Or, rather, what was beyond it. Two horses milled around, grazing. When Queen approached the fence itself, though, both animals lifted their heads to gaze at her. One was pure white, groomed to gleaming, about obviously well cared-for. The other one was what drew Queen's eye, though. With a reddish brown coat and a black mane and tail, it looked like something out of an idealistic picture.

"...Hello there." Why was she even bothering to greet the horse? Using the first rung of the fence to boost her height, the female braced her hands on the top portion and leaned in slightly to get a better look at the horses. What she didn't expect was for both to come over to her - causing Queen to lean away slightly. For all the movies and pictures she'd seen of horses, she'd never expected them to be so big. "A-Ah, yes, h-hello there." Again, why was she greeting them? The white horse snorted, turning away from her to walk a few feet and begin grazing once more. The other one stayed, gazing at her. "You are quite pretty, hm?" She hadn't noticed it until the horse had gotten closer to her, but it had a white blaze running down it's face - only adding to the beauty. Hestitantly, Queen lifted a hand and reached out to place her hand on the horse's marking. She most likely would have done it, too, had the horse not chosen that exact moment to nicker at her. The noise startled the teen, causing her to jerk her hand back in fright. At once, her balance was lost and she gave a sharp cry.

And proceeded to land on her bottom. Queen didn't have to look to know that she'd landed in mud. The sound and the sensation were more than enough to tell her that. So much for brand new riding clothes. Even her boots were splattered in it. Closing her eyes in order to keep her cheeks from going completely red in embarrassment, Queen took a deep breath and pulled herself up to standing. "I am certainly not in Kairos any longer." Doing her best to wipe the mud off of her rear, Queen only succeeded in getting her hands dirty as well. Staring down at them, she did her best to remain calm. "No..." Suppressing the whimper as best she could, the female closed her eyes. If there was one thing she hated, it was having her hands that dirty. And so Queen stood there, mud-splattered, most likely looking like an idiot. How embarrassing.

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"If anyone would like, I am offering the chance to copy my notes for one day only! I keep them categorized by importance, ease of learning, and the order in which they will most likely appear on the exams. I do not do this often, but I thought it would be a nice change of pace."

[starcrusades-blog]

… Sure. Whatever she says. The larger male’s always subject to classroom boredom; whatever catch he gets during these dull moments in the academic day is much appreciated.

TO: Queen FROM: Jotaro

>> Here's another nice song for you, then. Impress your friends by playing this at your next social gathering.

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Shaking hands. Sweaty palms. Don't let him know you're not hip and with it, Queen. Don't let him know. Quick. Think of something! You're cool. You're fly. You're swaggy as swag can get. 

To: Jotaro From: Queen

Oh, I recognize this! This is from that rapper, Micklemoray! Are we trading songs now? Here, this is a song that is a little bit unknown but I've heard that it's very popular on the independent scene.

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[starcrusades-blog]

TO: < all contacts > FROM: Jotaro

>> I caught something outrageous on footage. Not for the faint of heart.

>> [ FILE ATTACHMENT ]

[quiesetclaritas]

Is this....is this the popular music of today? Is this what the cool kids are listening to?

To: Jotaro From: Queen

What a great song. I am so glad you decided to share this swagyolo song. I have heard it on the radio many times but I could not place it.

Yes. Good job Queen. You've blended in seamlessly. 

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Rainfall [Open]

[brynhildring]

The soothing scent of coffee beans and sweet treats brings a certain calm to the teen’s soul, she herself a little thankful for it. To say that she’s feeling nervous is a bit of an understatement, though that isn’t to say she’s not happy. Quite the contrary; Seven finds herself to be unbelievably overwhelmed by the excitement of seeing one of her precious people from the orphanage, but she also can’t help but feel anxious. Queen herself seems to be rather sophisticated (more than she had been in the past) and intelligent, and seems to have benefited quite well from being adopted out of the orphanage.

From the moment she had been adopted, Seven had been expected to quickly learn and take after her family’s business. Due to their own child becoming sick, they had to have another learn of their family’s goals and expectations, so that their business could continue on. Unfortunately, Seven did not express the same interest in learning about the family business, due to its rather shady roots, and the moment their son had become healthier again, she had been told she would be on her own the moment she turns 18.

In a way, she would had been much happier if she had never been adopted.

"Not at all," she quickly responds, her cool demeanor taking over once more in efforts to hide her nervousness. Though, seeing Queen being nervous as well brings Seven some degree of comfort, in some way. “I… Hadn’t been expecting to see you either… Though, I’m really quite relieved to see that you’re doing alright,” Seven herself had been wondering where her fellow orphans had gone, feeling as though a piece of her soul had gone missing when she left the very slim few behind. A pang of guilt temporarily crosses her mind, feeling regret for not searching as hard as she could have to find her fellow orphans—…

—No, her family.

"You don’t need to feel guilt about that; really. All of us… We were happy to see you go to a home with a family. It made us all relieved… Though, I won’t lie and say that we didn’t miss you because we did… I did. Very much,” she responds, looking down with her mauve hues for a moment at her own menu, attempting to preoccupy her worried eyes. "That… Sounds like me, actually. You… All of you, you’re… Very important to me. It didn’t feel right when we got separated, did it? It’s like… A part of me went away when that happened,"

"You… Look well though. Have you been well, Queen? Ah, I don’t know where to start with all these questions…"

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Queen opened her mouth to speak, pausing only when she realized a waiter was coming their way. With a polite smile, she waved him off for the moment - bowing her head in apology - before returning her attention to Seven. What sort of life had she had? Had it been difficult for her? She couldn't tell just by looking at her. But there was one thing she could tell: Seven was nervous. Swallowing back her own nervousness for the moment, Queen smiled softly and brushed back a few strands of loose hair behind her ear. This was, after all, Seven. There was no point in being nervous to talk to her. "Ah, I see..." Her voice was quiet. After a moment, Queen adjusted her glasses and nodded. "I missed all of you too. I..." And here Queen smiled at her childhood foolishness. "When I returned to their house with them, I begged them to go back and adopt the rest of you. They were certainly well-equipped to do so." It hurt Queen's heart to think about. She had been lucky. A wealthy family. They might have pushed her to perform, but at least she never wanted. What if the rest of them had not been so lucky?

Whatever nostalgia that was present in Queen's gaze evaporated when Seven asked her about her current life. "It is all very much the same as before I was adopted, I think. School is still a top priority for me. I was given lessons on violin and piano, as well." A pause. Queen adjusted her glasses before heaving a sigh. "I live in an apartment by myself now. My...parents pay for it, but I assume that will cease once I finish my education. Other than that, there is not much else to report. I have been trying to track down the rest of you, but I am merely an amateur sleuth." Smiling to herself, Queen slid her gaze from Seven to the window outside. "Most of my free time is devoted to finding all of you now. I must admit that I worry about all of you quite often. If you are sleeping well. If you are eating enough. If you are passing your classes. If..." She trailed before a soft sigh left her lips. "If you are safe. You are the type to bear so much without complaint, but if something is unsatisfactory in your life, you can tall me."

Once more, Queen looked to Seven before smiling. "I wonder how they are all doing. I know they are out there. I just have to find them first. Perhaps if one of you are lost or in pain, I can do something to help. Maybe. I am sure I could work and go to school to help support one of you, should it come to that." Allowing the words to sink in, Queen suddenly shook her head with a small laugh. "My apologies. I suppose I always think the worst. And I rambled on for much too long. How have you been, Seven? Are you well?" There was another question Queen wanted to ask. It burned deep within her - an annoying distraction to the conversation at hand. With a deep sigh, the female gazed to Seven worriedly. "Have you been able to locate any of them at all? Do you know anything, Seven?"

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Rainfall [Open]

[brynhildring]

The moment the other female straightens herself up once more, her face now in full view, Seven can feel herself lose her breath at that moment. Mauve optics widen slightly as the silver-haired teen instinctively tightens her grip on her bag, unsure of what to say or even do at this moment in time. This person… It’s someone she has been longing to see for a very long time. Of course, there is only a slim few Seven truly considers family and contrary to popular belief, her adoptive ‘family’ is not a part of this sentiment.

No, that feeling purely belongs to the ones she had spent most of her adolescence with. Those children back at the orphanage all laughed, cried and comforted each other throughout their years and despite them all leaving one by one, the connection between them still remained… Or at least, this is what Seven likes to believe.

Surely enough, the girl standing in front of her, Queen, is one of the children Seven had spent many of her childhood years with. Queen had always been a little strict and stern with her and the other children, but she always deeply cared for them. Being one of the oldest, Seven saw Queen as a motherly figure of sorts and she knows that many of the other orphans did as well.

"Queen…" the name spills out from her lips easily, as she had spoken it many times before. Despite the female’s absence in Seven’s life for the past few years, it’s a name she would never forget and she would never want to forget it. "Y… Yes, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?"

For a moment, Seven considers dropping her bag and just running into Queen’s arms, as she would rarely do as a child when she needed it the most. It had been so long… Far too long and the need to confirm Queen’s presence begins to grow within herself, her silver eyebrows furrowing in thought for a moment before nodding in confirmation to the suggestion.

"Yes, let’s… I would love to. We have… I have a lot to tell you… I’m not really sure where to start, but going inside would be a good place to start," she jests lightly, gesturing for the dark-haired female to enter first.

[quiesetclaritas]

In truth, Queen found herself more relieved than nervous by Seven's sudden appearance. The young woman seemed to be doing well - a thought that had constantly plagued Queen's mind. Had the rest of them had a good life? Had the rest of them even been adopted? Queen folded her hands behind her back, looking over Seven with a worried gaze. At the very least, it seemed as if she was alright. That was a comfort to her. "Quite a long while." The words are murmured softly before she realized that Seven had made a move to allow her into the café first. Ah. Right. Adjusting her glasses, Queen gave the other female a brief smile before opening the door and stepping inside.

The scent of coffee was strong in the air, making Queen sigh in relief before glancing over her shoulder as if to ensure that Seven made it safely inside as well. Taking a seat at a table near one of the windows, Queen leaned her umbrella against the wall before her attention was focused fully on Seven once more. What to say? What should she talk about? Her childhood after the orphanage? Her schooling? Violet eyes glanced down at the menu in front of her. And then, suddenly, she felt much too nervous to think about drinking or eating anything. "Ah, so..." Her stomach twisted. "You will have to forgive me in advance. I was caught off guard by seeing you again." A pause. "N-Not that that's a bad thing. I was surprised, yes, but not unpleasantly." After a moment, the female closed her eyes with a sigh as if to gather her thoughts.

"I...hope this will not cause you to think me strange, but I have been spending quite a bit of my time looking for the rest of you." Reopening her eyes, Queen adjusted her glasses before offering up a brief smile. "Ever since I left the rest of you behind, I..." Her gaze flinched for a brief moment before Queen shook her head. "Left behind is not the correct term here. Ever since I was taken from the rest of you and adopted, I often worried about how the rest of you were doing. I always felt horribly that I had been taken when one of you could be taken first."

Queen returned her gaze to the menu with a nervous swallow. "To be honest, I have been searching the city for all of you for the past year or so. Actively searching, at least. There wasn't a day that went by where I didn't look for your faces in the crowd. I know I must sound strange when I say things like that, but..." Inhaling, she glances up to Seven once more. "I wanted to see you again. Not just you, but all of you."

[empathicmimicry]

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[gaainsborough]

六億数千回の両想い | ファルオデ

[quiesetclaritas]

[text] I think I got married last night?

Have fun with your child bride, you literal piece of trash