subtle knock at the imp's front door was the only thing that alerted the other of his presence. vassago had kept his mouth shut during the sentencing, whilst one had the power of a goetia, once the seven sins came to a decision, all authority he had was washed away. but no matter how hard he tried, the parrot simply couldn't sit idly by any longer. he'd bitten his tongue once, he shan't do it again ...
"stolas? amigo, you in there? ..." voice sounds from the outside of the door. nevermind the fact he's somehow managed to find the imp's address, with all the hullabaloo and uproar caused by the trial, it shouldn't have been too hard. "it's me, vassago. i just want to talk, is that okay?"
" oh, miss. i believe you dropped something. " the magician appears to be reaching out until he did a masterful flick of the wrist and out appears a white rose seemingly from thin air. a whimsical wink is granted. ( from lyney if that's alright with you ! can be for whatever verse you'd like :3 and also hiiii )
unprompted ask / always accepting / @corcnaiism
Queen Elsa came to an immediate halt as soon as she hears a rather pleasant voice, noticeably laced with a bit of odd urgency, call out to her. She turns her head, peering at the source of the voice. She looks upon him with a regal expression of indifference, though nothing else reveals a hint of what is happening within her guarded mind. Intrigue allows her unsmiling lips to slowly tug upward, breathing life into her icy facade. It's almost a smile, hovering on the edge. She inclines her head to the side, a silent invitation for him to speak.
Shouldn't he know that it's required to wait permission to speak when speaking to royalty? She is startled by his forwardness, unable to help herself from stopping. She is thankful that the guards assigned to her were told to give her space, though they were still quite close. Lord Peterssen, the same man that served as her regent, told the guards to dress up as discreetly as possible to avoid drawing attention to their queen. No matter how careful Lord Peterssen can be, he always knows what to do, no one can stop the threats of gossip and scandals. Thankfully, no one from high society is present to hunt for whatever pieces of information they can use to spin a harmless interaction into a juicy scandal...
To the public, scandals are entertaining gossip. But to the people in high places? It can make or break their entire world, infecting everything and everyone they deem important. Words have power, more than any vision or delusion. More than her mystical power, the same power that has been with her the moment she was formed in the womb. The creation of languages and communication, in her opinion, were much more fiercer than any sword.
Words can break you into a millions of pieces, but they can also reforge you.
He looks like he's dressed like a performer, though my second guess is a minstrel because he does have a nice voice. Either way, shouldn't he know better— No, the quality of his outfit looks like he has enough coin in his pouch. He should know me, but... Does he really not recognize me? Elsa feels herself begin to relax at the mere idea of not being recognized. It is a breath of fresh air, nearly blowing away her all the tension in her bones.
"Oh?" Elsa's hint of a smile drops as she looks down. "Are you sure that I'm the one who dropped something?" A brief panic rushes through her, chilling both her blood and the temperature. In a brief moment, she automatically believes she has dropped her teal gloves. They were still on her hands, how silly of her, but the fear of losing them somehow ran very deep. It's why she looks down, but she quickly looks up. Perhaps she did drop something, perhaps he was indeed faster on his reflexes.
Blue eyes widen as the stranger pulled a white rose out of thin air. Surprise takes over her features, clearly not expecting to receive a performance. She is not accustomed to being given magic tricks, it simply wasn't something an heir got to experience, so it took her by complete surprise. Though she is still very suspicious on the stranger's intentions, she cannot help herself but admire the flower. White isn't her favorite color in the world, purple will always remain true to her heart, but the sight of the blooming rose still brings a warmth.
Or was this warmth due to the wink that he cast her way?
"That is a beautiful trick!" Elsa speaks up, forcing herself to not address the said wink. Part of her wants to address it, but... She is woefully inexperienced in that field of conversation. It wasn't a good idea to do, especially in public. Even with her watchful guards ready to take down any physical threats, there is danger in being exposed to many eyes in such a massive city.
"I'm sure you must not reveal your tricks, good sir... But how did you do that?" She inquired, allowing herself the moment to truly smile. It wouldn't hurt to smile. She gazes at the flower, almost wistfully, but she does not move to accept it. Elsa has already noted the way the stem of the white rose was clipped of its thorns, such a subtle detail doesn't escape her gaze. She only allows herself the pleasure of admiring the delicate flower from afar, gloved hands instinctively clasped together in front of her body.
@corcnaiism - "are these the same people that came after you last time?" ( lyney @ lynette bc protective twin ) / PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS
( 🐈⬛ ) OF COURSE HE had followed her when she'd told him not to. she had wanted to do this herself . . and while she had she didn't want to be seen like this. not the first time with blood on her hands nor would it be the last but . . the feline hybrid having the blood on one of the men that . . that . .
CLENCHING VIOLET HUE'S shut she pushes herself up from the ground , letting go of the pipe from her hands ; ears swiveling as it clattered loud to the marble floor 'fore her gaze sat upon her hands. swallowing , she nods as porcelain skin dotted with crimson turned to look at her elder brother.
❛ HE WAS. ❜ she sniffs , wiping blood from her nose with the back of her wrist while her breathing slowly steadied itself. the Lefevere bastard had lied about finishing him off but it didn't matter. she's finished it. it was over.
@corcnaiism wrote: " grunkle stan !! " a gleeful voice pierced the air as mabel scurried over to him and placed a glitterfied version of his hat upon his head. " i made this just for you ~ figured your old one was losing its color, so i made a different one that'll really BEDAZZLE the customers. " ( mabel to stan )
he doesn’t even get a warning before the new clothing item is thrust upon his noggin. the first thing he hears is mabel’s enthusiastic tone, barely having enough time to spin around before her creation is placed on his head. for a second or two, he’s just standing there in stunned silence, but one good look at his nearby reflection as well as her accompanied explanation? yeah, that surprised expression wastes no time in melting into pure joy.
“you kiddin’? with this bad boy, i could just about label MYSELF as one of the shack’s attractions.” it’s so overloaded with sparkles, you could use this fez as a light to guide ships into harbour. but that was hardly a bad thing, the farthest thing from bad. “imagine that, people coming from far and wide to see the sparkliest hat on earth! maybe i could snag a couple bucks from those who wanna try it on …”
with wide smile on his face, single arm is quick to wrap around his grand niece’s shoulder, entrapping her within a hug as the other comes to ruffle those familiar brown locks. “you and that heart of gold, it might just be the one thing shinier than this thing. thanks kiddo!” good luck getting him to ever take this off now, stan might as well just glue it to his head at this rate.
@corcnaiism wrote: puffing out his chest to appear bigger than he actually is, dipper awkwardly positions himself near wendy, clearing his throat in the process but failing as he chokes on air and had to take some time to recover from his coughing fit before he readjusted himself yet again with less confidence than before.
“jeez dude, don’t die on me there! i have enough craziness to worry about already this shift.” then again, when working at the mystery shack, it was in the name for crying out loud, you couldn’t go a day without something happening that made you scratch at your noggin. but having her friend pass out and maybe die on her just for the sake of looking cool? wendy would rather not have to explain that one to their uncle …
still, she’s not worried, in fact, she finds the whole display rather amusing, unable to hide the laughter that sneaks forth at his entrance. “oh you know, doing an awesome job manning the register, totally not slacking off as per usual,” she muses, leaning back against the counter, gaze lifting upwards to the sky as she continues. c’mon, it was only for a few minutes, plus foot traffic had been slow today, that was a good enough excuse, surely.
“guess we’re both due for some entertainment right now, huh?”
@corcnaiism wrote: " with all due respect, stanley — " an exasperated sigh left stanford's lips, pinching the bridge of his nose. " — can you PLEASE not walk around the house in just your underwear ?? " ( ford to stan )
it's too early in the morning for this. ford could have at least waited until he got some coffee into his system before berating him once again, but no, that's not how it works with his brother.
"look, it's a force of habit. i've been the only one here for what, the past few decades? i had no one else around, of course i was gonna walk around butt naked. WHO WOULDN'T?" he almost immediately retorts, closing the fridge door with milk carton in hand, spinning around to face his twin.
the kids were here, so of course he wasn't going to be completely indecent, but cut the man some slack for once. all these new rules being enforced the moment he got back here, he should've seen that coming a mile away. "just ... gimme a damn minute to wake up first, alright. besides, the shack's not even open today, i've got not reason to squeeze into that suit again."
a sudden hand rested upon eden's head, almost instinctively. a rare smile painted his lips until he recognizes his out-of-character action and recoiled as if he had touched a burning flame. sunday cleared his throat and averted his gaze, sensing a wave of embarrassment & confusion wash over him. “ my most sincerest apologies. i . . . don't know what became of me. ”
( sunday woke up and wanted to give headpats to eden for one reason or another sjdnskj )
unprompted. || always accepting
─「エデン」─ the gloved digits landing atop of her head was unexpected, but certainly welcomed more than anything. even though the touch was brief, the sight of his lips tugged into a soft smile already had her HEART skip a huge beat or two if the tender pat didn't do that already. it was one of those moments where time seemingly halted and her mind felt as though ... she had seen that smile somewhere before.
her stellaron heart jumped, a sense of comfort spreading like sunlight in winter. had she felt this very same sensation before ? it couldn't be, right ? how could they have met prior to penacony ? yet, why did it feel like she had burned the sight of his smile into her mind enough times to know it by heart ?
before she could utter a WORD, however, the touch was gone, his hand retracted as fast as they came and his golden hues disappeared from her line of vision. the TRAILBLAZER blinked quietly, mind registering the fleeting touch that still had her left chest flutter in ways that she couldn't explain. it was soft ... tender ... —
— so much that she didn't realize how much she longed to feel his touch like that.
her hand reached out for his own, before gently pressing his palm to her cheek and nuzzled into it. despite how honest she was at times, she had never been this forward before, not like this. yet, there was something about him that gave her a sense of comfort, like she had been waiting for this for so long ...
