Celine immediately tried to glance under the maid skirt (I'm so SORRY for her behavior) - @asea0fmxses
"OI!" Aaand he immediately pulled the skirt down with a frown. "Don't even dare."
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Celine immediately tried to glance under the maid skirt (I'm so SORRY for her behavior) - @asea0fmxses
"OI!" Aaand he immediately pulled the skirt down with a frown. "Don't even dare."
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It starts with a drop of rain, landing right on Grim’s eye.
And then another, leading into another- and then, a rainstorm comes, absolutely dousing the feline in water; fur becoming heavy and wet, the flames on his ears dancing even more violently with every raindrop that falls onto it.
“It’s raining!” The direbeast cries, quickly moving to his hench-human’s feet, trying to not get any more wet then he already is. “Oi, hench-human, take us somewhere dry! I can’t let these flames extinguish!”
Frederick... does not know what to think of Elise Viraldi.
Of course she's suspicious. Anyone who claims to work for the manor - this place where games of life and death and suffering are eternal, and there is no escape to any of the three - is naturally someone he's not inclined to trust.
But Frederick hasn't spent much time with her until now, and hasn't let his suspicions progress into anything but mere whispers at the back of his mind. He doesn't know if it's because this place is too incomprehensible to understand, or if the weight of despair that he's experienced here has consumed his thoughts too greatly... today, though, is different.
There must be some way to escape. That's the lie that Frederick is an expert in telling himself - and he has plenty of practice in it to speak of. This isn't the first time he's felt like he's reaching the end of his rope, frayed and about to snap, but each time is just as unbearable as the last... and, he thinks to himself wearily, it's finally time to do something about it. He has to at least try.
"What do you know about this manor?" Frederick demands, having cornered Elise in a corner of the Manor he knows people rarely pass by. He has nothing to threaten her with, but there's a wild intensity in his eyes, and his voice is venomous as he spits out the words nonetheless.
"You must know something. Nobody else suspects you, but I'm not so easily fooled. Is there a way to escape that you're not telling us? Tell me!!"
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@asea0fmxses liked for an event-based starter!
A flowy white dress and flowers intertwined in her hair from from decilate ribbons trailing down from the flower crown that sat on her head, Yuzuki felt a little giddy.
It wasn’t everyday she could dress up and for a moment she did feel a little happy in such a pretty outfit. However that pleasant feeling was being brushed aside with a new one.
Nervous. Oh she was so very, very nervous as she pulled her knees close to her chest as she continued to just ramble beside Ellen.
At first they sat in silence after the other had given her the flowers to complete her look, but the longer they sat the more Yuzuki’s thoughts had begun to surface. While she would be Ruggie and Grim, what if something went very wrong? Knowing their luck it was possible, what if they got separated? Or worst?
“-I don’t even know anything about...Dealing with fairies or royalty or just anyone super important,” the magicless student mumbled before playing with a strand of her hair, “I mean, I’m not going to be the center of attention, but what if something happens? What do we do? What are we even allowed to do? Do we bow if we run into someone ‘higher’ up?” Her fingers were brushing through her hair, nearly pulling the flowers off as she kept speaking.
Usually she would keep quiet, but there was so much on the line the longer she thought about it. This wasn’t some situation with another schoolmate, this was a situation that had a queen...An actual queen they would have to steal from.
“What’s the customs here? What’s right?”
[x] // " Despite whatever you may think of me, I do not have any desire to harm if there is no need for it. "
Hands raised, noting the way @asea0fmxses speaks is heavy with hostility that he cannot simply walk back from. ( Not unwarranted, he can understand that, but certainly makes their situation less than desirable ). Distrust was expected, as many would between strangers encountering one another, more so as it seemed as though he stood as more a hindrance than help.
Threat acknowledged, Zane remains where he was. With no recognition of exhaustion, his arms remain where they are. He is now just left to observe the scene. " I will comply for now, but you still have no answered my question. I just want to help. "
@asea0fmxses shanted: Celine studies him closely, taking small steps as she circles the machine, her expression unreadable. 〝 We need to find you something else 〞She says suddenly, clapping her hands. 〝 Don’t get me wrong, the fabric is exquisite — clearly made by experienced hands. 〞 They didn't mind seeing Tide in a dress at all, on the contrary. 〝 But you can give much more and this dress is holding you back. 〞 A different shape or cut could help — come to think of it, should she ask for his ring size too?
“Holdin’... me back?” High Tide parroted after a few moments, looking at himself with a puzzled expression. He honestly thought the dress was fine, thankfully it wasn’t obscene or too short. The skirt was long enough to cover his pedes and not too tight to his body to allow for easier movement, along with the sleeveless look on the top half of the attire.
“I don’t think I undestood what ye meant...” He took a few steps back and threw a few punchs and hooks in the air, finishing with an air kick as high as his leg could reach before bending it for balance, the fabric of the skirt swooshing with the sudden movement. “I feel fine with it.”
"I'm sorry, Emil."
Ada has never call herself someone who's had a crisis of conscience in her life. She's had doubts, and her moments of uncertainty, but they've always been resolved quickly - usually, only strengthening her belief that she's on the right path, whatever that path might be.
But today, for the first time, she finds herself overwhelmed by sorrow. ...She doesn't regret anything she's done to Emil, since all of it is what led them down the path of being together like this, now. Emil chose to be with her - that, she firmly believes. Even a choice paired with great pain is a choice made by oneself, proof that you're alive; that your existence means something... Many see Emil as weak, but truth be told, Ada thinks he's extraordinarily strong.
No, it's not regret that she feels, exactly. But she wonders if she could've done some things differently. If she'd taken the time to look inside herself, instead of just her patients, would she have spotted what was lurking there a little sooner?
"Because of me, you..."
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