#5aizo

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INTERPRETATION STUFF! - heck yea

✘ - any unpopular opinions about your muse?

well hmm idk how unpopular it is but i feel like its contrary to the popular belief hes not the perfect guy he seems to be (with this interpretation theres a lot of Negative Habits that actually led to the ‘Perfect’ construct) 

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✿ are we gonna fight or what

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#7: Firm Kiss.

     Charlotte maintains that her composure in the face of disappointment-- at least, in the moment, when it isn’t an act against her-- is unparalleled. Not everyone wants to watch her eyes flutter or hear her laughter from behind a curled hand, and she’s long since learned to deal with it. No use working at someone who doesn’t think to give her the time of day. So long as they were not important or detrimental, she could let them go.

     Sometimes, they follow her, solely to get under her skin, to relish in all the ways she can be prodded at before snapping.

     Her composure when blood pounds in her ears and she feels cheeks burning with anger could use a little work.

     Saizo calls her fascinating and in the same breath sets poisonous words against her nerves, just to see what would happen. He’s caustic, actively works to wear her patience thin for entertainment, or satisfaction, she can’t really tell. She’d come to blows with him if he ever stayed long enough, and he’s far too sharp to wander close while she’s armed to the teeth and burning with a will to fight back in her belly.

     No, he chooses his battles. Only while her hands are occupied and she’s in the middle of work, a perfect crossroads between the serenity she’s cultivated while alone and safe enough for him to tread.

     It takes time, but he sticks around more often after appearing without a sound-- she loathes it, especially when she makes certain to keep an ear open. Charlotte cannot tell why he’s so fascinated in simply toying with her, or what the point of sitting in silence is to watch her clumsily mend shirts or fold them into smooth lines.

     There is no reason, and so she fills the silence between them. No need to put on airs, and so she speaks normally. Complains to him about inane things, testing his patience, watching him from the corners of her eyes.

     He does not respond, and so the tide of conversation turns to him, as she asks questions, pries the same way he seems to do to her. It works; she’s smirking behind a hand until he moves, and she simply believes him to spent, ready to leave and let her peace return.

     He’s level to her and there are lips on her cheek before she can properly react. Saizo’s words are cheeky, and instinctively she moves to grab his wrist, brows furrowed and the back of her neck flushing pink and anger, poised at the tip of her tongue--

     --He’s gone. Only a challenge left hanging in the air in his wake.

     And she rises to it, skulks through the camp seething until she’s found him, pushing polite pretenses back to yank his mask down. Her hands are tight on his shoulders and she isn’t shy at all about tugging him down to her level, to kiss him hard enough to best him.

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5aizo 

alcohol has never bested me before and it will not now

Just don’t do anything too foolish, please.....

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     “...You’ve got to have better things to do with your time.”

     There’s a chance she’s talking to the air as the butt of her axe comes down on the ground with a satisfying thud. Perhaps she’s imagining things, but it is a feeling Charlotte hasn’t been able to shake, of prying eyes glaring at every move she makes, the sensation of being watched creeping down her back. The air is still, and she squints carefully, hoping to catch any flinch or movement or proof.

     “Do I look suspicious at all? Or is it fun, tormenting a lady?”