#arslivitia

[more-than-a-princess]

@arslivitia​ asked:  “say the word and i will crush his ribs.” [ from akira! just got back home from first day of work, so i apologize for not sending one in sooner, otl ;; ]

When He Was Wicked Sentence Starters - Accepting 1 or 2 more of these!

It was the sort of scene Sonia, in the moments she chose to fret about her friendships, her normal life in Japan, and how it would fit in with what she really was, had worried for most. The sort that kept her up at night when even a good horror movie couldn't lull her to sleep (much less a cozy drink). In the end, watching a serial killer slash away at their victims or an evil presence terrorize a family was far more appealing than watching both of her lives collide in front of her and her, unsure of how to proceed or react next.

Literally. Considering Akira had shown her his usual convenience store and the places where he trained in martial arts (but not where he socialized with his friends. Or friend, she should say: she'd never met Amanome but Akira gave few personal details about him and Sonia didn't feel it was wise to press him further), the area was still not the sort of place the Princess of Novoselic had any reason to be in. Full of organized and unorganized crime alike, it was a neighborhood of mostly lower middle class families and establishments, save for an affluent all-girls school in the area with questionable reviews. At least compared to Hope's Peak, which made every other school in the nation questionable.

To that end, it had been refused for her to walk alone: she'd agreed to allow him to retrieve her at the train station despite the reality of it: a car with black-tinted windows had dropped her off and waited a block and a half away, as inconspicuous as possible. It had been perfect: she simply would've arrived early (as Novoselic custom dictated) and he wouldn't have been any the wiser.

That is, until several hours into their outing, one of her plainclothes security (a demand made by her family once they'd learned the area of Tokyo their daughter was visiting regularly) made himself a little too obvious and stood a little too close to Sonia, eyeing Akira Kijima a little too closely behind his sunglasses. In a moment, her friend had taken down a professionally-trained bodyguard and now threatened to crush his ribcage beneath his foot.

"No! Absolutely not, Kijima-san!" Sonia cried. Truth be told, she didn't know quite how this would turn out. How he'd react, and perhaps even more crucially, how the bodyguard would act. Akira knew Sonia was rich, that was for certain: but she'd kept the rest of it, the important bit, hidden. For as long as she manage it. Clearly that was going to end today.

"You mustn't hurt Claude!" She replied, eyeing the dark-haired man beneath Akira's sneaker. With his sunglasses on and his dark hair, he could easily blend in with the rest of the crowd. However, the blue eyes beneath the lenses were enough to show that the day's security wasn't a 100% Japanese citizen: instead, he was half-Japanese, half-Novosonian, and had completed ten years in the military before Gabriel, the Royal Family's Head of Security, had dispatched him and half a dozen others to keep an eye on the Princess at official royal events (and, Sonia rather suspected, most other times as well, as discreetly as possible). "Please, let him up! He...he works for my family, you see. He is watching over me and doing his job, as acutely as possible."

She sighed deeply. In perhaps an overly dramatic fashion, she'd thrown herself between both men and placed her hands on Akira's chest, her attempt to gently restrain him, if not calm him down. Before she dealt with two very pressing problems: telling him what she really was and communicating home that her personal security was taken down by an eighteen-year-old high school student.

"He was following a bit too closely, but it's the only way I'd be allowed to visit your neighborhood, this area of the city," She explained, taking a half-step back once she was sure Akira didn't plan to murder Claude in an alley. "It's a security risk, for me and my family, if anything befalls me here. We're not...well. We're not exactly a normal family. We've got...quite a lot to live up to."

[more-than-a-princess]

Closed starter for @arslivitia​ (Ryuto!) - Starter Call for Mutuals - Accepting until April 30!

It wasn't often that she truly indulged in the affluent style. Of course, her day-to-day routine always had a bit of luxury: custom-blended soaps and perfumes, real leather in lieu of PVC in her accessories, antique jewelry worn effortlessly. But most of her days were taken up by school or work, anything Sonia Nevermind could do in service to her father and the Crown. Symposiums, meetings, banquets and galas, charities, official appearances, and the rare state dinner or ball comprised the majority of her schedule. And it was the latter that loomed over her now, resulting in a morning fitting at Dior (followed by a series of text messages from both her mother and her aunt, requesting she visit several more luxury outposts in Ginza in order to pick up limited edition pieces they could not otherwise track down in Europe).

Truthfully, Sonia would have enjoyed her day far more post-fitting with a trip to the arcade, an anime store, or a cafe: but she had no time or little tolerance from her family for all of them. That was how, post-shopping and bags tucked away into the black town car's trunk, whisking them back to her dormitory room to be packed neatly and mostly shipped home to Novoselic, she'd found herself at Les Saisons at the Tokyo Imperial Hotel. Her mother had lamented that she'd needed to eat fewer sweets prior to her next ball (if just so she could fit into the sample sized gown set aside for her), but she'd given no further guidance. And with her family caring little about the rest of her day after her purchases were made, Sonia had decided to treat herself to a taste of home (relatively speaking: Novoselic bordered France) with a Japanese twist for a particularly luxurious lunch.

Too bad she was the only one under the age of forty in the restaurant that afternoon. Seated alone in a plush chair at a table by the window, Sonia's view overlooked the park as she nibbled on delicate slices of fish and vegetables, artfully arranged. Several patrons gawked and whispered but as Sonia sipped her lemon soda, she tried to pay them no mind: this was the sort of establishment where she'd always be recognized. That was the price to pay for exquisite French cuisine (complete with both a small dessert and chocolate truffles later. That counted as cutting back, in her view).

Still, she thought as she took a bit of leek and fish onto her fork, it was a bit lonely. She could've asked Byakuya Togami to join her, she supposed, but it wasn't a guarantee that he'd say yes. The same could be said for Celestia Ludenberg and beyond them, she did not wish to make others feel uncomfortable by the sheer refinement and opulence of the restaurant and-

Sonia set down her fork, a bit more quickly than the paper that fluttered out of the pocket of the man who passed by. Or rather...the boy. Someone close to her in age was dining at Les Saisons! That was enough for her to ignore her half-eaten appetizer in order to scramble to her feet, much to the surprise of the staff and fellow patrons alike, in order to gracefully half-reach, half-dive towards the floor to catch it before it hit the ground.

"Excuse me," She mentioned gently, though loud enough for him to hear as she straightened, hand extended. "I believe you dropped this. It wouldn't do to lose it, if it is an important piece of paper to you."

The surrounding conversations had quickly ceased: had they seen it right? A European princess, heir to the throne, insist upon grabbing a loose sheet of paper as if she were a member of the restaurant staff!? Those who knew of the Princess of Novoselic had likely heard of some of her eccentricities, mainly that she had no inkling of snobbery in her veins and a persistent, enduring smile. Her hobbies, thankfully, were kept under a more secure lock and key: it helped that the old and new moneyed crowds alike did not much care for anime shops, horror movies, or haunted locales.

[more-than-a-princess]

Continued from here for @arslivitia​ !

Sonia had noticed it just after they'd finished dinner and dessert (both of which had been surprisingly delicious: she hadn't known that Akira was a very good cook but she hadn't hesitated to compliment him after the first bite. And the last, even if it spoke over the film's English dialogue). On her laptop's screen, Ash's hand had just gotten possessed and then forcibly removed, leaving the hero's arm to end in a bloody stump when Akira had announced he'd needed a glass of water. Just as well: the Evil Dead franchise had its gory moments, but Sonia had insisted that if they were to indulge in the humorous film Army of Darkness, it was essential that Akira see Ash Williams' first two escapades. To better understand why an Oldsmobile had been dropped into the Middle Ages and a gruff, smug American threatened peasants with a shotgun.

But the cheeky response of Ash's disembodied hand wasn't even enough to hold Sonia's attention. Not when finally, under good lighting, she could see Akira's swollen cheek. He insisted it was a bruise but Sonia had been too quick, physically to take his face in her hands and mentally, deducing that it wasn't a bruise. Well, not just a bruise at least.

"I don't doubt your fighting skills, Kijima-san," She insisted, tilting his head some so the afflicted cheek was right under the overhead light. But she refused to let go of his face: if she did, he might not give her the opportunity to help. "But I believe the dishes can be kept waiting. This isn't a bruise, or at least, the bruise is deeper set and cannot heal properly. For you see, there is a small cut above it. One that's infected, one that hasn't healed. You can tell by the color, and by the white peak atop it: we were taught to treat these at home, for during battle sometimes one must keep going, open wounds and all."

She sighed, her gaze downcast as she realized what must be done. Akira seemed so dismissive of it all: self-reliance seemed to be as essential to his very being as oxygen, as water, as food. If she left him to his own devices, could he truly stomach treating it himself? Sonia glanced at his fists, imagining the various cuts and scrapes, broken bones and lost teeth that they could cause. Or more likely, have caused: but being the reason behind someone else's blood, their injuries, was different than one's own. And while she doubted he'd let on if he was in pain, that didn't mean he couldn't, wouldn't, feel it.

"It has to be drained, cleaned, and bandaged properly, if you want the bruise beneath it to heal as well," She insisted, giving him an apologetic look. "I could do it myself, but anything more intricate than that...well, I have a friend I can take you to. No one terribly official, like a formal hospital if you're concerned about that, but she's very skilled in such things: I'd just ask that you mind your tongue and try not to surprise her too much. She's very easily flustered. Being kind and gentle is of the utmost importance in her company."

Even then, Sonia wondered if Akira would be amenable to leaving, much less having someone else get involved. And he wanted to see to the remnants of their dinner still stuck to the plates, but he'd need to do so with a treated injury and not one left to fester. She nodded, deciding the proper course of action as she slowly lowered her hands. "If you could bring me your first aid kit, a clean washcloth, and a bowl of recently boiled water, I should be able to see to this just fine. If not, we may need to obtain a needle and a lighter, or hold it over the gas stove. I shall do my best to make this as painless as possible for you, but I'm afraid it will sting a little. But please, I hope you can trust me on this: I've had practice, during my studies at home."

[more-than-a-princess]

How to get me to play/watch something: have either @arslivitia​ or @despairfiles​ write a muse from it, apparently. Because while I don’t often go into fandom/lore I’m not familiar with (mostly due to lack of time), both Livi and Sin have written incredible canon muses that I’ve never heard of and then I had to go check out their respective games/anime/etc. 

This has now happened multiple times so it’s officially a trope over here. 😂

[more-than-a-princess]

Considering how often Sonia is frustrated at being admired solely for her looks (and power, and wealth), when she’s insisting that a muse can discuss her appearance positively?

Whether she realizes it or not, she likes them very much.

Too bad the muse in question can’t understand that. And yet, that’s probably why she’s drawn to him...

[dis--parity]

"Happy birthday, Souji-dono!" Herja beams. "You might think it selfish of me, but I had specifically requested the whole afternoon and evening off just so I could celebrate it with you. My men, however, have assured me the Iron Spears will be in good hands even during my absence; therefore, I shall trust they will be able to take care of all the shipping orders, paperwork, and financing reports while I'm away."

With how excited she sounds, it's clear her enthusiasm regarding his birthday was very much genuine; furthermore, it wasn't often Herja even allowed herself a reprieve from work, meaning the fact she actually got off earlier for Souji was proof she loved him.

『🥐』 With the infectious grin covering his face at that moment, it’s clear that Herja’s enthusiasm is more than shared - as he always believed, the more was always the merrier when it came to his birthday! He could only hope that later in the day, she would be prepared to be joined by some others - but she could at least rest assured that she would get plenty of time alone with him. For when was a more appropriate time for any higher form of intimacy than on his own birthday?

“Aw, shucks, Herja-dono... y’ did all that fer me? You really know how t’ make a man feel special, y’know that?” No sooner would he approach, wrapping her arms around her comparatively diminutive form, calloused hands holding her close by the small of her back. “My family’s settin’ up a whole dinner fer me later today - I got some friends comin’ along soon, as well. My boy Theo, you’ll finally meet - my best friend Alex, too! I’m sure you’ll love ‘em, darlin’. And after that, well...” A gentle smile - he presses his lips to her forehead in a chaste kiss, before taking a step back and allowing his hands to take a gentle grip of her own. “Well... we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, huh? C’mon now, let’s walk - make the most of the afternoon, huh? My parents are makin’ us dinner... but that don’t mean we can’t have a nice lunch together, just the two of us.”

[aaternum-a]

“ what the hell were you thinking?! you could’ve been killed! " [ from akira ]

Strange how the world slowed from up so high, the city traffic a blurry mess her focus drifts to every so often. But that’s not what draws her attention, no, it’s a voice. It brought her here. Honey sweet whispers for help, calls her like a siren does lost soldiers at sea. Its gravity pulls her in, driving her on a journey she can’t remember, the pleas for aid growing in fervor against her ear. Slowly, it suffocates thought, smothers her in a chant that reduces her own voice to ashes. Something’s not right, but she can’t pull free. It’s hard to think; this body – why does it not feel her own? Who was in control? A name dances at the edge of her tongue. It wants to be freed, wrestles with her lips for a way out, but something within her is fighting back. Pushing back at the hand that lifts her blade, trembling digits desperate to unfurl as it lifts to her neck. Her legs feel unsteady, like she’s dropping within herself – or maybe it’s just her heart sinking. Her own voice is barely above a whisper beneath the wicked fever-pitch of the other. Her vision blurs and tunnels around her, the edges turning black. I’m gonna fall, oh god, I’m gonna fall. But someone grasps her shoulders,  yanks her from the ledge and back to solid ground. Her blade knocked free from her hand. And then she hears his voice.

“  K .. Kijima ..!? “

Dancing so close to death, she feels out of breath, one hand at her throat as she hunches over in her attempts to recenter herself. “  It wasn’t hah … it wasn’t me… ” If he hadn’t appeared, she would of gouged her own neck and fell from the height. That was close. Too close. She looks up to him, something deeply unsettled behind her expression. And her left iris was no longer teal, but red. Would he believe her if she said she wasn’t in control?

“   I think something’s inside of me, Kijima.   ”

[burnxngslash]

munday questions meme // open

@arslivitia​ asked:  [ 8!! ]

did you have a muse you tried to play, but didn’t feel connected to? There’s a few actually like genshin impact’s Zhongli. A knowledable man of the universe’ culture and world and I honestly don’t pay THAT much attention to lore outside of my favorite characters. Another example’s attack on titan’s Erwin Smith: great character that really leaves you asking whether he was a man or devil but I dunno man that fundamental connection wasn’t there for me toget into his mindset. Though now I rp as Zhongli as a request only muse, I’m still not confident enough in myself to make him a solid muse for the blog. Haha solid ah the genshiners will get that pun XD.