Eyes Forward

"Not on the ground. Keep your chin up...and your spine straight. Understood?" links for mobile! open RP blog for Chise Hatori. affiliated with Arietta

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For every ϟ in my inbox I'll tell you a random thought my muse has about yours.

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dancing-duelist:

Inigo swings his head in the negative. He doesn’t bother to ask where this ‘England’ may be. The unfamiliar name confirms what he suspects - that Chise is far, far removed from the world(s) that Inigo’s familiar with.

Belle perches on Chise’s head, crossing her legs neatly at the ankles. Her feet dangle just in front of Chise’s eyes as she makes a nuisance of herself, as fairies are wont to do.

“I–” Two identities. Two lives. Which is him? Which does he introduce himself with? He’s already gone with his given name but… “I’m from many places,” Inigo answers finally, with a brief, nervous laugh. “But my current home is a place called Nohr! It can be gloomy sometimes. The sun doesn’t really come out and things don’t really…uh, grow there. But what’s lacking in nature is made up for with the people.” Inigo thinks of Xander and Peri, Keaton, Effie, Arthur… Of course there’s always Odin and Selena, but they don’t count as 'Nohrian’ any more than he does.

“Do you have a family there? In England?” Chise looks young enough to still be with her parents but Inigo notes that she hasn’t actually mentioned any. 'Teacher’ had been her operative word, not 'mother’ or 'father’.

The smile which flickers across Chise’s face at his light laugh is an encouraging one. Odd that someone with such a bright smile as Inigo could possibly live in such a dark place, but she doesn’t really have any room to comment. Not everyone is an obvious product of their environment.

“Um…in a way.” It’s an evasive answer, dancing around the actual question he’s presented her with and giving her time to think. He’s probably asking about her biological family; that’s who people her age are expected to live with. But how to explain the nature of the people with whom she’s surrounded herself without generating that look of disgust she’s all too used to? Her own nerves begin to squirm in her stomach.

“My family’s gone.” Chise admits hesitantly, trying to downplay her situation. “I used to live somewhere else, in the East. But Elias – my teacher - brought me to live with him in England, so…that’s a family, I guess you could say.” Not to mention her familiar and the silky, who are family in their own way. “It’s nice to live there. It can be kind of awkward at times, but it’s a good place.”

Having a fairy on her head effectively prevents her from casting her gaze down and letting cherry-red hair obscure her eyes during her answer. As sweet as Belle is, Chise can’t think of any fairy who would appreciate being slighted. Even accidentally. So she’s left to look straight back at Inigo and let her smile fall into repose. He’s a stranger; no need to cause him worry about her state of affairs.

“You should probably go back to him.” This time, she addresses the iridescent weight on her head while she plunges a hand into a pocket to rummage around for a prize. Without any fanfare, she pulls out a delicate crystalline flower. Light shines through impossibly thin stems and petals, the physical manifestation of Chise’s magic. “Here, you can have this. I’ve got more than I know what to do with.”

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ooc;

yo im back

like this if you want a starter; message me if you want to plot or whatnot

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csinvigilator:

The next thing he knows, half his weight is against a stranger and the rest wants to settle upon a leg he can no longer feel; Julian hobbles until the snow stops giving beneath his feet. He can shuffle better than he can walk but she asked after something else entirely. “I’ll manage.” Any movement, no matter how trivial, helps keep the cold at bay.

He barely registers how they get to the cave: Someone trips at some point and pulls the other down with them, they nearly get impaled by falling spires of ice, and it may not have even been in that order. Point is, he clambers towards the open fire the moment he feels it rushing past his skin.

He lays beside the flames, curled up on himself like a cat.

Soon, he imagines, soon he’ll be able to sound the words trapped in his head, locked away behind unresponsive muscle fibers; he watches the girl with frantic eyes, torn between thankful and suspicious.

The embers curl up towards the sky, flickering out of existence as quickly as they appear. Her legs feel bare without the solidly familiar warmth of her familiar wrapped around them.

Having Ruth there would have also ensued that she wouldn’t be sitting alone on the other side of the crackling fire, silence perpetuating a gaping chasm between her and the stranger. Yes, perhaps talking aloud in a one-way telepathic conversation might lead to odd looks, but it’s nothing she’s not used to. It’d still be better than this standoff.

The way he eyes her like a wild animal despite the ineffectiveness of his thawing face pulls on her heartstrings. He’s in no position to retaliate should she mean him harm, a situation which would make anyone with an ounce of self-preservation nervous. She chuffs. There’s no reason to fear her, not as they are now.

A stick from their stash pokes at the fire under her direction, Chise casting it away into the flames as soon as the end starts to burn red. “Those bugs, they’re called snowflies.” Her voice is rough, the back of her throat scratchy thanks to the smoke in the air. Perhaps an introduction would be more preferable than an explanation, but it’ll do. “They sap away your warmth and feed on it. If you’re not able to get them off, they take too much, and you could die.”

“You came even closer to it than I did. There was a whole swarm on you; I only had the one. We got lucky.”  Her eyes crinkle as she looks at him, presenting more of a smile than the slight turn of her lips. “Are you feeling warmer, though?”

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semi-hiatus ✨

Okay, so I know that for most people, the end of the semester means that they’re able to be more active and stuff. Unfortunately, that’s not the case. For me, it means I have to go to my family’s house where any and all wifi use is highly regulated and restricted - meaning I won’t be able to use tumblr or anything of the sort. This will be the case from now until the 6th or 7th of January.

My plan is to hopefully, hopefully get over to the public library at least once a week and upload replies. I’ve copied all that I owe over to word documents, and in the event that I’m able to get those done + acquire wifi....I’ll put them up. Simple as that. A grand deluge of replies. It might be possible to start new threads, but we’d have to talk on that. Speaking of which -

I’ll probably be able to lurk on discord and twitter every so often using data, and if you’ve got my number you can do the texting thing. But replies will be slow in coming. (I probably could have gotten away with saying just that. My bad.)

I hope you all have a safe and enjoyable holiday season, and I look forward to jumping back into the thick of things upon my return!!

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satanaelesque:

It’s not long before they call his name. Akira lifts his hand to get the barista’s attention as he heads up towards the counter. She smiles at him, as per the job’s requirement, and he smiles back of no obligation. Hers grows brighter as he grabs his order and strolls over to his table.

Chise seems to be enjoying herself. There’s a smile on her face, however polite, and it must be nice getting the chance to experience a normal day in a normal life. Well, as normal as being whisked away to another country is.

He rubs at his aching shoulder when he settles into his chair and silently bemoans the fact that he’s not getting any younger. (He’s not even out of his teens yet but all those nights of tricky acrobatics come with a cost.) Akira sighs before taking a sip.

“We need a name for this place.”

The chill from being outside has long left her bones, but that doesn’t prevent the warmth from her steaming cocoa from blossoming in her chest with the first sip. Her impatience is rewarded with a scalded tongue. Her cup makes a quiet thunk against the table as she sets it down to cool.

“For what place? The store?” There’s a multitude of things Akira could possibly be referring to, since any given statement that he makes seems to hold some level of enigma. Responding to his question without any sort of clarification would only lead to her feeling as though she’s messed up somehow. Failed.

“Oh, or do you mean the dreams themselves?”

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csinterdictor:

From past experience he knows that, so long as his extremities continue to hurt, it’s a good thing. It’s when he begins to feel nothing at all that he should start to worry. For now, there are nerve endings alive enough for him to feel pain. 

The thin shirt does nothing to keep him warm. The cold has always been a hindrance to him, but it’s become one of his true weaknesses now. Vibrating the molecules in his body to create warmth through friction can only do so much and eventually, as he trudges through knee-high drifts, he slows to a ‘normal’ pace.

Finally, in the distance, Barry catches sight of a golden globe. Closer now, he re-categorizes the globe as a 'bubble’. Whatever it is, it exudes warmth like a beacon in this barren landscape.

His plan had been to put his hands against it like he would a fire. What he didn’t expect was to fall through the skin of it and land in a snowy heap on the other side.

His fingers and toes kick up an instant fuss in the heat, the pain doubling. Barry hisses through his teeth before dragging himself to a seated position. A soft voice catches his ear and he turns. The fall of red hair and the warmth in her eyes reminds him of his mother, but the girl is far too young to be anyone’s mother, much less his.

“Haah, sorry,” he says, shaking snow from his hair and shoulders. “Didn’t know this one was taken…or that it even could be. I could go, if you wanted?”

A dismissal of his offer comes in the space of a heartbeat. Even a cursory glance is enough to tell that he’s hardly in any shape to get up and dart back out into the blizzard outside, and trying to force him out in such a condition goes against the intent of these golden sanctuaries. “No, no. It’s fine.”

He looks only a few years younger than Ruth had appeared to be when they first met, but that admittedly small difference does nothing to erase the same weary look staining the skin under his eyes. Her heart clenches with a surge of protective concern, which prompts her to slide over on the rug she’s claimed. She pats the freed spot beside her in invitation. The woven cords of the rug are thick and warm under her palm.

 “Do you want something to drink? If you focus hard enough, you can make it appear.” Hooking her fingers through the handle of her own mug, Chise drags it to rest before her as an example. “That’s how I got this. It might help to recover from the cold.”

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forbidmenot:

Disbelief nudges his brow before etiquette swats it aside and he schools his expression into something appropriate, something safe and mundane. An inkling of curiosity pinches his lips but Dorian bides his time. People are more likely to swindle you when they can smell your interest.

“Ah, yes. Of course. I didn’t know it was quite so important.” He smiles like an imp. “Should I feel honored for being entrusted with such a trinket?” All the same, he holds the mirror out for her.

The mirror tumbles gently into cupped hands, a fluid motion bringing it to the gaping mouth of her bag. “You can feel that way if you want, I guess, but supplies are meant to be used.”

Her collar grows unbearably itchy under his gaze, under his smile - the combination of which leaves her with the impression of being studied. Chise swivels her gaze to monitor the safe return of the mirror to its proper place. She secures her belongings with practiced ease, painting on a small smile to belie the disconcertion beneath before chancing to face Dorian fully.  

“It’s just...” She trails off, nose wrinkling with concentration as the proper way to express her reservations continue to escape her. “I’d rather be careful with it. My teacher does enough for me as it is. I don’t want him to have to buy replacements unless he absolutely have to.” An unnecessary explanation, perhaps, but words would better fill the void between them than the feeling that her motivations were trivial.

“Still, I’m glad you found use for it. I am a little surprised you wouldn’t have one of your own on hand, though - if beauty can be such a life or death matter.”

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@csinterdictor

The mug lovingly cradled between her palms weaves threads of warmth through her hands and up her arms. Forgotten marshmallows bob up and down in the cocoa as she stares out at the flurries of snow whipping beyond the golden bubble’s shield, her eyes not focusing on anything at all. She’s been taking refuge in front of this inter-dimensional fireplace for too long. Even as she takes a sip of her drink, her muscles are tightened in preparation for the inevitable pop before she’s dumped back into the snow.

A noise - a sort of scuffle - from behind triggers her already heightened nerves. Chise glances behind her. The ghost couldn’t possibly break into these safe zones, right?

“Hello?” she wearily cautions, lowering her mug onto the rug she’s sitting on. She doesn’t make any move to run, not yet. One of her friends might have made it to safety. “Who’s there?”

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ooc;;

I’m going to be mostly absent for most of winter break (more on that later). Until then, I’d love to write some more. So if you want a short little starter, no more than maybe a paragraph or so, like this!

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tagged by @queenofhexes

BOLD any which apply to your muse ! remember to REPOST ! feel free to add to the list !

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tagging @fatebled, @tenebrynhildr, @fightlikeialwayshave, @satanaelesque, and whomever else would care to do so~

[sleihbeggey-blog]

“Well, I’ll try to be more considerate next time I’m saving you.”

Yes, Leo had safely removed the thread of Takumi’s knife held at her throat. She supposes she should be grateful for that, but that suggestion of a sentiment does nothing to soothe the quiet indignation sparking along her scalp.

She wouldn’t have needed saving if Leo hadn’t provoked her friend, tormented him, in the first place.

“Don’t bother.”

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[annielovestohelp]

ella enchanted sentence meme

feel free to change the pronouns and things to fit your muse!

“if you’re going to be ungrateful, i could always turn her into a squirrel instead.”

“i always knew something was wrong with me.”

“you must never tell anyone else. i don’t want anyone using it against you.”

“what’s inside you is stronger than any spell.”

“so? he’s dreamy!”

“just admit you’re stupid and don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“hey, _____! are you a fast runner?”

“i don’t need your chivalry, thanks.”

“why don’t you do what your people usually do? take my land and destroy my livelihood.”

“you’re the first maiden i’ve met who hasn’t swooned at the sight of me.”

“i’ve never been comfortable with the whole…adoring fan club thing.”

“well, i’ll try to be more considerate next time i’m saving you.”

“next time? what makes you think we’ll see each other again?”

“you’ve been acting kind of odd lately, even for you.”

“you are forbidden to ever see her again.”

“anyway, this book…is my boyfriend.”

“i think it’s fair to warn you i’m practiced in the ancient art…of origami.”

“lacking courage as well as height?”

“you’ll have the power to make a difference in the world and you don’t even care.”

“now i know what name to put on the restraining order.”

“i’m going to ask her to marry me.”

“evil plans, remember?”

“you will take this dagger, plunge it through his heart and kill him.”

“we can’t be together.”

“you are one freaky chick.”

“a pretty girl like you should be at the ball!”

“please tell me you never want to see me again.”

“______, will you marry me?”

“what’s important is what’s in our hearts.”

“you will no longer be obedient!”

“now open this door before i sue you for everything you own!”

“i’m fine but ______ might not be.”

“i can’t believe i’m saving you after you tried to kill me!”

“stay away from her!”

“_______’s trying to kill me?”

“you saved my life.”

“you can’t go wrong if you follow your heart and end with a song.”

“don’t go breaking my heart.”

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tenebrynhildr:

“More eyes and tee–hey!” Leo tugs at his hand to try and free it from the grasp of the girl, but Chise’s grip is firm. Leo grouses and mutters and makes a fuss, but once he’s figured out that he isn’t spontaneously going to catch a disease and die just for having touched a girls’ hand, he allows it and hides a blush behind Brynhildr.

Okay so maybe this isn’t terrible.

“I don’t like it when it’s bright much either,” Leo comments, obligingly keeping up. “Hurts my eyes. It usually isn’t sunny where I’m from. Do you get a lot of sun where you’re from?” he questions.

He contemplates the game of hide and seek with all the brow-furrowed focus that his future self would use while looking at a battle formation. “Yeah! That could work. I mean, it’s the same either way…” Only that making it a game makes it far more pleasant and the reality of ‘lost’ is easier to bear.

“May-be we can look for both at the same time? It’ll be like two ways of beating the game. We win if we find a town and we win if we find Xander. Whichever comes first.”

“It’s sunny, but only when it’s not cloudy or raining,” Chise informs him, unaware of just how unhelpful her clarification is. “But my papa says that if your eyes hurt, you should wear a hat. Or dark glasses. He tells me and Mama that all the time. So you should have one, too.”

His hand has finally stopped wriggling like a baby snake, and she swings their conjoined hands back and forth as they walk.

It’s comforting to have a companion as she weaves like a river through the woods. Still, there’s a niggling fear in the back of her mind that if she lets go, he’ll disappear like one of the friendlier spirits and she’ll be left alone again. – or that if she lets him lead, he’ll be able to lead her deeper into the woods.

“Yeah! I like games like that.” She cocks her head to the side like a little bird, catching a series of sounds that don’t belong in the forest. A jingling of metal on metal. Maybe a voice, but she might be making that up by hoping to find people too hard. She tugs on Leo’s hand. “Do you hear that? Does it sound like your brother, maybe?”

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fightlikeialwayshave:

     ► A melancholy picture the scene paints; he stands in a clearing surrounded on all sides by barren trees, crimson eyes turned upward and a gloved hand outstretched to catch the flakes of falling snow. The only spot of color in a white wasteland. There is no winter wonderland here, only death frozen over.

     ► ❝Why do people like snow?❞ he asks, turning his gaze down to the melting flakes soaking his glove. ❝It has no purpose. It’s only a burden.❞ Outstretched hand clenches shut. ❝Cold and useless, bringing death in its wake.❞      Looking up as his hand falls to his side, he turns to the presence beside him. She is not Rouge and he has known this since she entered the clearing, but his need to vent had been more important. Even Shadow doesn’t know if he was talking about the snow or himself in those moments, but the words poured out before he could stop himself.      Even so he regrets opening up to a complete stranger. Walls are important. Walls have kept him safe. Only those he deems worthy are allowed past the barricades and this girl is not one of them. He’s drawing back into his shell, posture becoming rigid as he shakes his head. ❝Sorry. Forget it.❞ 

@sleihbeggey

“No, it’s alright. I don’t mind.” It’s funny that he’s apologizing to her, when she’s the one who’s stumbled upon some sort of soliloquy. Her cheeks heat up in being called out, being addressed in her intrusion. It would have been easy to leave and pretend none of this has ever happened, but that particular route of escape has slammed shut.

“It’s cold, and it’s bright,” she replies, rubbing her hands together and bringing them close to her face. A cloud of breath leaves her mouth to momentarily warm them. It’s easier to deflect lingering shreds of embarrassment by answering his question, rhetorical it may be. “Most things don’t seem to like that. They can’t hide, so they avoid the snow when they can.”

The rationalization of a little child still holds Chise in its grasp, but a belief which kept her alive for years might be one to hold onto for just a while longer. Her hands sufficiently warmed, she stuffs them inside the pockets of her thick coat. “So...yeah. The snow’s not all bad. I like it.”