#despaircrown

[tankluv]

❛  what do you want from me?  ❜

he cracks a smile, a genuine one, but his contented eyes seem to be staring anywhere but into hers. " awww, were you thinking about me? no worries, miss sonia! just talking to yours truly is enough for me. " if her question was asked with concern or malice, he certainly didn't catch it.

[mudskip-muses]

@despaircrown cont. from (X)

To Kazuichi’s surprise delight, he was met with a smile instead of a sneer, the mechanic so very sure that his past behavior was unforgivable and that Sonia would live out the rest of her days hating his guts. He would have understood, of course, he had been rather...vile. A lengthy intervention conversation with Hajime and Fuyuhiko is when he learned just how badly he was acting, Kaz genuinely not realizing just how uncomfortable he had been making her. Social cues often went over his head, and with his only role model being his father, well...

It took quite some time, but eventually he realized the Sonia he said he loved didn’t actually exist anywhere but his own mind. He did his best to explain as much to her once reality came crashing down on him, not to excuse his actions, but to explain them in the hopes it would show that he had realized his wrongs, and that he wasn’t about to make those mistakes again. To him back then, she was perfect, someone that his father would no doubt approve of, and maybe he would finally think something of his son if Kaz had gotten with someone like Sonia. 

But now? His dad was dead, killed by Kaz’s own hand in the throes of despair. There was no one left to fear impress, it was just him now. Many of them were the last of their family after what had happened, Kazuichi could still remember Gundham’s screams after he awoke from the program and the memories slowly trickled back. He had killed his mother in a mercy, to keep her from seeing what the world had become. They struck an accord that night, Kazuichi having been the one to find him curled up in the corner of his cabin. Their relationship was still rocky, but after a heartfelt talk where they both confessed they never actually hated each other, a friendship had begun, slowly but surely. 

An idea struck him then, as he turned the coconut about in his hands, seeking a soft spot to pry it open, a grin growing across his face as he turned to Sonia with renewed excitement. “Hey, I got an idea! Dorklord hasn’t left his room in forever, right? Maybe...maybe we can drag him out, and he can help us find some fruits in the forest, and we can make a whole feast of this! He knows where a lot of stuff is ‘cause of his animals, we found a shit ton of melons out there once!” That was back when gundham had left his room on his own for the first time, Kazuichi refusing to leave his side with the state he had been in since waking. It felt like so long ago now...

“Unless you think we shouldn’t bug ‘im. You know how he’s been since...” Everything.

[princessonia]

@despaircrown. 🌹

Gentle fingertips intertwined delicately between long, blonde strands, tying the beautiful golden tufts in a pristine crown braid. As was often the case, surely mother and father would fuss and say such personal attendances were to be left up to their handmaidens, but should there ever be a person in this world she'd bend the rules for, it was her beloved twin. Pinning the trail in place, she then put her hands lightly upon the girl's shoulders, leaning down to look over her shoulder and into the mirror.

The reflections gazing back were two identical sets of azure optics. Sonja, the older, smiled upon Sonia, the younger. She ran an hand down the silken strands for good measure, and not a single knot remained.

"Beautiful as ever, dearest little sister."

[redemptioninterlude]

[ BRUSH ] sender brushes / styles receiver’s hair

domestic intimacy meme ( no longer accepting ) + @despaircrown // sonia

oh! how the mighty fall~ sonia, darling, who sits behind her to brush her hair, junko's signature pigtails pulled out and loose to be admired, all golden blonde, like sonia's own. only everything about her is fake... the smile, THE HAIR, the everything. sonia, though... she sits there with all that delicate ease, as if she hadn't a single worry... perhaps, because that was the way that junko made it so. warping her mind, twisting her heart. sonia truly thinking, now, that she was here doing her kingdom good!

when really, it sat in ashes by their feet, outside these walls. tall, tall, the castle sits, the princess and THE ULTIMATE DESPAIR within it. untouchable and problematic, the future foundation would find no place within here to make purchase. the brush combing, rhythmic... and junko wonders.

should she feel bad for WHAT SHE'S DONE to these upperclassmen of hers? is there a twinge of guilt, of remorse, of regret?

NAH! because fuck that shit. this wasn't the disney channel, and she wasn't looking for some redemption story to remake her life and prove her as anything other than vapidly empty. her grin, spawning sharp edged and dangerous, reaching back to gently take sonia's hand within her own. "you're so wonderful~" cooing, toxic, acidic, that liar. "let's finish my hair. i want to look perfect when you give the final orders! i can't wait to see you do it with me by your side~ sonia... my sweet, perfect princess of despair~♡"

[redemptioninterlude]

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

everything, everywhere, all at once meme ( accepting ) + @despaircrown // sonia

some things in her life were obvious, and have been since junko was a child. things that come so naturally, that she learns to unpeel the objectives and desires of people around her with STARTLING EASE... ( what, like, it's hard? ) people are so fucking transparent, motivated by self satisfaction and selfishness and they see what they want to, and in junko, pretty girl with a face that moved those around her to tears, she was an angel born with the devil's idleness in her bones...

and everyone only ever saw her as that. BEAUTIFUL. how they'd excuse her curious violence, casually inflicted until she realises that nobody wants to see that. unless they do, and she learns to discern it all with frightening accuracy, eyes jittering, blinking fast. reading, reading, the intent of others and... when she comes to this place, this school, she can do the same with her peers, those meant to be the crème de la crème, and all she can think... is how fucking disappointing that is.

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

this one too. a princess in the literal sense, gaze flickering over her, and there's a smile that settles all sunny bright. she doesn't want to be tortured... she isn't sick, like some of the others. no. this girl, she wants something so much more complicated, doesn't she? SOMETHING REAL. and that's why it comes harder, to a girl used to cheap ends for cheap whores. "oh mi' gawd, like, really? that's like totally a compliment coming from you!" no, she wants companionship. a friend. something more. but not easy. not thrown. hand angled there at her hip. it needs to be a challenge. it has to pierce a lifetime of cautionary signs that she's learned to notice. "you're in the year above me, right? i'm enoshima junko~ and you are?"

[dcgfight-a]

“Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.” 

With one arm in a cast, it was more than a little difficult to perform tasks she wouldn't think much about with two hands. For example, bathing proved frustrating when Iako had been given specific instruction to keep the cast dry.... which ultimately lead to the embarrassing situation of seeking out the help of the one other person she felt somewhat okay with seeing her like this. Er, naked..

Still, being together didn't prevent the raging blush from keeping up her neck at the feeling of Sonia taking a spot behind her in the tub and offering to wash her hair. (In a way, it made her more antsy... worried that she'd do something wrong.) Calm down, Iako, you've faced much bigger and nastier challenges then this...

"Fine, okay..." She quickly muttered when she realized the princess' fingers had paused in her hair, seemingly waiting for a response. Eyes darted to the side, wondering just how long this would take and finding herself unsure if she wanted this to go quickly or for as long as it could.

(Feelings were hard, she missed it when she could go throughout her day uncaring of anything and not getting flustered over some pretty, pretty princess...)

[sakuraprompts]

(lap) - for your muse to sit in my muse’s lap ( mondo )

"Oh.. H-Hey.."

He could feel himself blushing, but he couldn't look away. She was so beautiful.

His arms wrapped around her waist to pull her closer. Usually he was pretty confident when it came to the ladies, but she had him acting all shy. Good thing he didn't need to talk, though. Holding her like this was more than enough to let her know how he felt.

[sakuraprompts]

(piggyback) - for your muse to leap onto my muse’s back for a piggyback ride (Mondo)

"Oof!" Mondo grunted in surprise when he felt her crash into him. "Jeez, woman! Take it easy, will ya?" He sighed, shaking his head but he couldn't hold back a little smile.

"Alright, alright. Where to?"