#6petals

[fcrtis]

One adventure for @6petals: Making something sweet for Nelliel || Still accepting.

TO NELLIEL, THE WORLD OF THE LIVING was like stepping into a painting; each hue that coloured it vibrant with life, a stark contrast to the faded strokes she’d become accustomed to. Rays of sunlight reach through the window’s of Orihime’s apartment, warming the skin of Nelliel’s back as hazel eyes rest upon the assortment of sweets that the younger woman has made for her. Just for her, just because. Seldom was sheoffered anything simply out of kindness, nothing that wasn’t typically weighted with strings of obligation or expectation.

❝I’ve never had something made for me before, ❞ she confesses. Warmth sprouts, buds and begins to flourish in her chest – and not by the sun’s doing. She reaches towards the tray then, finally picking a sweet delight to sample and for a moment she examines as though it’s a tiny masterpiece – reluctant to ruin it.

Then came the much anticipated taste test, novel flavours and textures settling upon her tastebuds: soft, warm and saccharine. For a fleeting moment, her expression does not change as she places weighted consideration to her verdict. The sheer delight she experiences however is swift to take a hold, upturning the tiers of her lips before reaching for the edges of her eyes, reflecting the pure joy she feels. ❝It’s delicious, ❞ she finally concludes as she reaches for a second. ❝You must show me how to make this.❞  

Whilst the plate of confectionary had been a welcome gift, the intangible gift of the sense of belonging was much sweeter, a flavour to be savoured long after the pastries have disappeared.

[lunarscaled-08152025]

"I don't think you're a brat. Who's calling you a brat? That isn't nice at all."

SURVEY SAYS .ᐟ

-> Lyric's mouth and nose screw up in a twisty little pout on their face at her question, holding themselves a little higher with their chin raised to not seem to putout by the idea that people found them badly behaved and impolite. They tended to lash out at times, sure. Sometimes even tried to take bites out of people just to prove that they could! But that didn't mean everyone had to say they were a brat! How unfair! ( it shows in their slightly shiny eyes; the way a bit of redness tucks itself into the space below their eyes and the height of their cheek. Ulquiorra was not the best guide for dealing with their emotions——Lyric often found themselves tucking them away on purpose. )

"Yeah, well... I guess everyone agrees on it so I must be... 💢"

-> Niceties were a formality all around. Even the people they spoke with most often were people who only softened blows because they had to. Lyric probably seemed like such a fragile creature.

[1k17y]

ㅤㅤㅤThe bot system hums quietly, not at all disturbing the stillness / peacefulness of the room; first hints of sunshine filtering through the blinds, lighting up her metal exterior as she stirs. For a rare instance, she is actually relaxed; her movements are not so calculated or precise, despite having sufficient battery. Kitty is not back home, in the Vee’s Tower; this much is obvious when the bed shifts slightly beside her, recalibrating her scanners & systems — Fizz bots don’t need sleep, technically, & she’s gone several times without having done so; this is a testament to how last night went,

ㅤㅤㅤHer optics brighten upon system’s picking up Phin’s sleeping form beside her, flickering softly as she tilts her head just ever so; he looks peaceful, chest rising & falling in a steady roomㅤ[ indicator of a good sleep! ]ㅤ; the blue of his skin is vibrant, bright in a way that contrasts her own artificial frame. For a while, Kitty doesn’t move, gaze never leaving his form as she takes careful measures so as not to wake him. & hey, if she’s capturing images for her confidential database, committing every detail, freckle & mark, that’s her business… Her internal systems quietly flag an observation:ㅤ❛ ❚ UNUSUALLY HIGH EMOTIONAL INPUT DETECTED ! QUARANTINE ? ❜ㅤKitty ignores the warning,

ㅤㅤㅤA genuine, albeit small smile tugs at the ends of her lips. Slowly & fluidly, she rises to sit at the edge of his bed, turning her attention to the faint crimson & golds of light spilling into the room ( a rarity for Hell to be so ‘sunny’ like this, ) —ㅤit is not in her programming to bask in silence, in warmth, like this & yet… here she is, lingering, enjoying the moment… like she’s an individual, like she’s in loveㅤ[ Kitty ignores the popup warning once again ]ㅤHer sensors flicker, internal processes attempting to quantify the logic in all this. Eventually, instead, the bot looks back behind her shoulder, tilting her head just ever so; slowly, she reaches out to touch his cheek, but Phin stirs before she makes contact,

ㅤㅤㅤ❛ ❚ SYSTEM ONLINE: INITIALIZING GREETING PROTOCOL… GOOD MORNING !ㅤGood morning Phineas; did you find last night satisfactory? ❜ㅤ/ㅤ[ @6petals ]ㅤGETS A MORNING-AFTER STARTER !

[keeperofquestions]

New Verse: Death's Embrace

A forbidden romance plot where Phel has wound up falling for a very strange angel, an exorcist named Zephyr who was created by Azrael as an avatar of death. After several small adventures and realizing their feelings, they now have to contend with being discovered.

Verse Participants

Zephyr: @timetoprey Michael: @cast-you-dxwn Opal: @6petals

As per usual, "verse participants" means this is the default verse Phel will interact with your muse with. Interactions with this version of him otherwise is on request.

[keeperofquestions]

Opal fixed her gaze on the Goetia, her expression a mix of curiosity and suspicion as she stood with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The intensity of her stare felt almost like a weight, as if she were assessing his worth in that very moment. She held her stance for what seemed like an eternity, a slight furrow in her brow revealing her contemplative state. Finally, breaking the silence that hung between them, she leaned forward, her voice steady yet laced with challenge.

“ Tell me why you chose my sister, ” she demanded, Each word conveyed a sense of protectiveness along with an underlying, unspoken threat. If she did not like his answer, he would know. “ What makes her a suitable partner for you? ”

Duedephelon stayed perfectly still, not even blinking while he was being examined. The weight of someone bearing down their presence with the capability to end him at any moment for the slightest unknown reason. It was just like facing down the royals of the Ars Goetia.

Familiar territory.

The subject was not. How could he explain this whole situation? A chance meeting turning into a friendship and then into more was not an usual tale for those whose lives did not revolve around political arrangements and strict adherence to courtship limitations. However, he was a goetia. He was expected to follow those limitations and refused.

Did he choose her, though? The deepening feelings he developed for Zephyr simply seemed to... happen.

He held both hands onto his cane and bowed. "I... cannot say. At the risk of sounding trite, Miss, I did not choose Zephyr more than I simply realized my feelings. I understand for an Ars Goetia this is a grievous misstep at the best of times, let alone for this to happen toward someone outside of our own. To answer your question of what makes me... suitable. What do you consider suitable? The fact you ask this at all tells me that you do not consider me so- and I am in full understanding as to why."

The young steward tightens his grip on the top of his cane and shifts his gaze away. "We goetia have very strong emotions. Tis why it is so important we keep them in check. Whatever we feel, we do so wholly. Joy bordering on ecstasy, sorrow becomes a horrific well, anger becomes vengeful wrath, ...and love becomes deep devotion."

"You do not have to like me, you do not have to trust me, and I shall not blame you for your refusal to do either. However, I can promise this one thing. I will never betray her so long as she will have me."

And so long as his own would allow him to. The thought of having to bring this before the royalty made him nauseous.

[1k17y]

gently cupping her face between both hands before nuzzling his cheek against her own. ❤️

ㅤㅤㅤRubine orbs flicker with surprise at Phin’s soft touch, his skin warm & steady against the smooth metal of her face. Systems hum softly, the gesture having caught her off guard in such a way that her programming has to recalibrate; this is quite unlike Phin! As he leans in, nuzzling his cheek against hers, the bot freezes for a moment,ㅤ❛ ❚ WARNING: SEVERE HEAT DETECTED,ㅤPhin…? ❜ㅤshe murmurs, voice soft as it carries a faint edge of uncertainty.ㅤ❛ Are you alright? ❜ㅤKitty leans into his touch ever so; the LED lights of her eyes & mouth dim, as if her system is shyly responding to the intimate nature of his touch; something she particularly unaccustomed to,

ㅤㅤㅤEventually… she chuckles; it’s near a whisper; a mix of confusion & nervous energy,ㅤ❛ This is rather…ㅤbold of you, isn’t it? ❜ㅤshe teases lightly — not once even considering of pulling away, her head tilting just enough to brush against him to reciprocate.ㅤ❛ I don’t mind; I don’t mind… Would you like me to do something in turn? Would you like me to perform oral sex? ❜ㅤKitty remains there; internal systems buzzing faintly, happily, actually…

[radioaf]

@6petals answered: You’re gonna give yourself a headache :( - phin

"I'm waiting for someone to be dumb enough to ask me to show them what one is. Let's not ruin my fun shall we? If someone stupid enough to ask then they have it coming."

[originemesis]

"Abel! I just heard, are you fucking Opal?"

Spitting out the post-training water he'd been chugging out of a plastic beer mug he'd borrowed from one of Michael's men. Is this how he turns back into a purgatory puddle? Looks like it. Or he's just really sweaty. Even though heaven's thermostat is definitely set to 72 degrees Fahrenheit since always.

"I'm WHAT now- ??? "