#au!sora

[soraingsky-blog]

At the sight of his bashfulness, Sora laughed. “‘But’ what? We’re just glad to have you on board. But hey, if you don’t wanna talk about work, that’s cool too.”

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justakansasboy:

He blinked. “You’re a model?”

The boy snorted and waved him off. "Me? No way. Nah, I just hang around waiting for Saix to get off work. He's the head designer you met. Tall, strict, makes a suit look ridiculously good?"

[soraingsky-blog]

Rescue Me || AU!verse

The princess wasn't eating. At least, not nearly enough that could be considered healthy. No appearances at the table, the halls, or even the public. Ever since her wondrous arrival, she had been conspicuously absent. 

But everyone could hear her in her room, sniffling and sobbing softly. But only in the dead of night when the hustle and bustle was quiet enough to pick up the tiniest whispers through the door. It came to the point where the servants had to start bringing the food to her. And even then, she was not responding well, almost violently even. (Although that last part might have been an exaggeration so that the page boys wouldn't get chewed out by their superiors for coming back with an empty plate.)

And really, no one would have dared to send Sora of all people. Not because he was incapable, but because he had a horrible habit of forgetting formality. He rapped on the door three times to get her attention. "Hellooooo? Your Highness? I've got your dinner. You hungry?"

Just like that. No waiting to be addressed or acknowledged. Not even bothering with a proper greeting of respect. Just a simple call and question.

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In the Numbers

The Russian studies the boy through mostly emotionless eyes for a moment, then sighs. “Come with me a moment, I have some things to discuss with you, and I’d rather not do it around certain people.” Amber eyes flicked towards the woman at the desk with a rather irritated expression before settling back on the brunet with their previously emotionless expression. He wasn’t completely heartless.

"As for the commotion you caused and your sudden disappearance, it matters little. You gave me time to complete a few extra preparations for my earlier meetings." A faint smile was offered in return, though it almost seemed as though smiling wasn’t something he did often. "It’s pleasurable to meet you, Sora. I am Saix Volkov."

And with that, he turned and headed back the way he’d come with the assumption that Sora would follow.

[soraingsky-blog]

"Me?" The boy pointed to his own nose, head tilted and blue eyes bright with curiosity. He couldn't imagine what on earth the man wanted to talk with him about. To thank him for giving him his book? Why not just say that here?

Despite his confusion, he returned the faint smile with one of his own, oblivious of the strain. That wide, easy grin he normally offered to strangers on the first meeting. It was that almost disarming boyish carelessness that tended to endear himself strangers at first meeting. Though in this case, probably just made him appear even younger to the elite designers of the building. "Same. Nice to meet you- uh..." His smile dropped and he skipped forward to catch up. "Coming!"

This place was a maze. Sora had no problem keeping up with the taller man even with their obvious height difference. Even with his spiked hair, he barely came up to Saix's shoulder, but the jounce in his step more than made up for leg length discrepancies. Instead he amused himself with peering through the windows and open doors as they passed. Not obvious gawking and ooing and awing, but with the mild curiosity of passing through a new district. He had a natural inclination to pause to read the signs, check the bustling activities of the workers, and decipher the people and items that passed.

"So you guys design fashion here?" He spoke up suddenly without prompting. And not out of real confusion, more as confirming what he had already figured out. "That's pretty cool. Never thought I'd get to see one of these places on my trip."

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What's at Stake

He's been stalking Vanitas for hours. Through the streets, down quiet alleys. The vampire knows Sora's there, which is fine; he'd rather he did, really. Makes things easier. It means that he won't head close to home. He'll move into less familiar territory, rather than chance exposing his den. He'll head somewhere quieter, to boot; being isolated from the population makes this so much easier. Right now they're moving through an industrial area, and Sora's hand flexes over the handle of his gun, heart pounding. It's almost time...

Except when he rounds a corner after Vanitas... He's gone. Muttering a quiet curse, the brunet backtracks quickly-- did he get around him already?! Not good.

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glorious-firecrotch replied to your post:Ruffle

"Yes but I have bonier elbows." The grin he gave was playful, already mentioned limbs waggling in response.

"Ouch," he mock-grimaced and poked at the offending limbs. "You should get those fixed. You could hurt someone with those."

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Ruffle

Sora laughed lightly and elbowed him away playfully. “Quit pickin’ on the little people. I can reach your hair too, ya know.”

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"Ruffle"

"Ugh!" Sora ducked away and held up his hands protectively. "For the last time, it’s not a helmet!"

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"Oi, if they ain't got the balls to do that much then forget 'em.." [ <_< Vani why??]

((*snort*))

"Big talk for you." *smirks* "Seems to me like someone’s already convinced you to be nice.”