#bhanshi

[upboundline]

@bhanshi

"... tristan...? that name doesn't really fit you. shouldn't you be mordred?"

[daybreakrising]

@bhanshi: “ darling, beloved sister... who certainly cares for me so much... won't you go shopping with me? ♡ and let me use your card? ♡ because it's been soooooooooooooooo long since we hung out, hm? ♡ ” @ obsidian. watch out guys its the actually evil twin

Nails drum lightly upon the side of the wine glass currently resting upon the table beside her, each little clink echoing in the otherwise quiet chamber, the deep red liquid rippling within. She uncrosses her legs, then crosses them again, head tipping to the side as she breathes out the kind of sigh that suggests a deep-seated exasperation, as though this is some kind of hardship she must suffer through.

"It's been two weeks." Eyes alight upon her dear sister, lips curving into a smile that most find unsettling, but she will only find familiar. "You came by to root through my closet, remember? I'd quite like that coat back, by the way."

There is the flash of teeth, a feral grin that wouldn't look out of place upon a predator. "You know, Tristan, I might start to think you only visit for my money." Another sigh, this one wounded, as though her sweet sister has delivered her the most damaging blow. "But... well, I suppose I can be convinced to fund this little shopping trip of yours. I hope you have something to offer in exchange, especially if I'm to gift you the delight of my company too."

[titlacahuans]

@bhanshi

people weren't always afraid of me. ( to caster :) )

Mouth.

She doesn't know what that is like. Where Tristan was feared by the fairies Caster was only hated, and hated them back as well, even as she followed their words and did their best to make herself useful. There were things that could never be fixed once broken, and a small part of her wonders if she could ever have turned up like Tristan had she not had Oberon during that single year of her childhood, the meeting that would mark the person she would become. Still, she's heard rumors, whispers. People said "kinder that even Sir Tristan" like a matter of fact, and not one of them was lying that time. Thus, she cannot help but to wonder what it is what happened to said kind girl to become the tightly guarded woman before her now. Still kind, but only under the thorns she was forced to put up to protect herself.

"I'm not afraid of you. Never was." she thinks it's little consolation, but still something she wanted to let her now. Caster leans a bit closer until their shoulders are bumping side by side, "I mean, you are intimidating, but not in a scary kind of way. You're just so... confident and... pretty, I cannot help feeling small in comparison. I wish I could be more like you."

[dnangelic]

scoots closer to him. closer. closer. she cups her hand over her mouth so only he hears her. "have you figured out what a good valentine is yet? i still haven't..."

@bhanshi

blinks . what happened to being "so good at valentines day ?" ( though , if it was baobhan-san , maybe it was better not to bring it up ... )

' a good valentine --- like a person ? ' he's trying to keep his voice in a whisper for her sake , too . ' or a gift ? ' not that a valentines was easy either way . ' to tell you the truth , i ... --- n-no , nevermind . ' ( if it was baobhan-san , maybe it was better not to bring the fact that he actually had someone in mind ... !! )

' i mean , if it's a person , then figuring who feels right , or what face comes naturally to mind is probably the best . if it's a present , then giving something they might like is good , too ... baobhan-san , you're really good at magecraft , right ? '

it's a stupid smile he's starting to give her , but one sincere nonetheless .

' um , your tastes are really refined , and you usually know what you're doing ... so i'm sure you could give a really good gift . maybe , don't think too hard on it --- chocolate's always safe . it's just , for someone like me , i want to impress someone ... so i want to give it my best . if you really can't think of anything , then why not try to make something out of that feeling ? '

it went without saying that he'd cheer her on , too .

[titlacahuans]

bites casters cheek.

"?!?!?!?!?!?!"

[upboundline]

@bhanshi / one evil muse one good muse thus do the scales remain balanced.

"you know... would you mind if i did your makeup sometime? i like your style, i think i could play around with something cool."

[dnangelic]

why do you have antennae. you look gross.

@bhanshi

[titlacahuans]

@bhanshi

“   You could be my loser girlfriend. Do you ever think about that? ” baob @ caster

Unhinged comedic relief.

What.What? what what what what what?????? WHAT

Caster pauses, smile frozen on her face and eyes too wide. She stares, she forgets how to blink, maybe how to breathe as well; all she can do it to stay there and hold Tristan's gaze like particularly petite mannequin. She stares and stares, and she would continue to do so if it wasn't for the part of her that was a people pleaser and knew that if asked a question, it should be promptly answered.

"I..." She what? Did she think about it? Only roughly every second of her cringe life. Tristan was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen in her life— everything about her was beautiful, her eyes, her hair, her hands, her voice, her lips— so how could she be normal about this? How could anyone?

And there she goes staring again, she can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, yet she doesn't avert her gaze. Caster opens her mouth before closing it again, but then something seems to come over her, a memory of something Oberon told her once. She swallows hard, balling her hands into fists and shutting her eyes to take a deep breath. When she looks at Tristan again, there is determination in her yes.

"...I do. I often do. Do... you?"