#eulalos

[gunnhildred]

“ sometimes when you look at me it’s like…it’s like you’re staring straight past my flesh and into my soul. ”

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❝ OH.❞ THERE’S NO OTHER WORD FOR IT. No other word that seems to encapsulate the level of surprise that has spawned from so damning an observation. It wasn’t as if Jean had ever intended her gaze to be quite so piercing; nor had she considered that those placid blues might’ve taken on so ferocious an intensity that it had permeated flesh to sear its presence in the noble soul shrouded beneath so much secrecy. 

Still, if there was ever to be a person to call her out on it, it was only fitting that it be Ms.Lawrence herself. In another life perhaps their roles would’ve been reversed; perhaps it would have been Eula herself that was staring; looking beyond a lifetime of animosity and lineal rivalry. Mind you, now that Jean thought about it, maybe Eula would’ve had more sense than to be so careless in her actions. She wouldn’t have been so naively obvious when it came to scrutinising an ally, no matter how begrudging. 

❝Was it really that intense?❞ Sheepishly the blonde grimaces, her expression softening into one of the utmost apology (and perhaps even a hint of embarrassment) as she tried to rationalise the thought process that lay behind so serious and piercing a stare. ❝My apologies.❞ Like clockwork the apology comes unbidden, a necessary resolution befitting any diplomat or member of the aristocracy — but what follows is far less decorous and perhaps quintessentially that bit more Jean. 

❝If I’m being honest, I think sometimes that’s exactly what I’m looking at. I know we ought to be at odds with each other. That every step along this journey, the city and its history have seen fit to castigate and paint you as an enemy. But you still have the heart of a knight underneath it all, no? Someone loyal and brave and stubborn to a fault — but a good person nevertheless. ❞ Is that fondness tugging at the corner of her lips? Maybe if you squint. 

[scarletooyoroi]

Eula wasn’t the absolute greatest when it came to gifts, but when she did try to offer gestures, she did her absolute best. On the outside, it was a medium-sized box wrapped in red and kept together with a green bow. Its contents were red tissue which kept hidden a red jewel that resonated strongly with pyro that he may inlay upon any weapon or article of clothing he so desired. With a smile, she hands it over.

“I hope this works wonders for a warrior’s spirit. I went through my family’s treasury to find this.”

Their time in her personal quarters always found itself decisively more lively. How there was a certain cadence to her refined steps, how either her words or shining gaze never failed in stunning him with a welcomed measure of fondness. It truly dawned upon Thoma just how much of an influence their involvement had for each other. By now, that joyous beat within his chest refuses to cease, and only heightening it's measure whenever they had time to spend together.

To Thoma's very being, that is one of the greatest gifts he could ever ask for.

"There you are." He calls the instant he takes note of her, a sense of ease warming him from the sight of that wintry hair, only for that expression to briefly uplift into a moment of surprise in what Eula carries upon arrival. The sight of its packaging was pristine, holding a classical festive flare, befitting for the Nation of Winds and Hope. Instantly did he find himself compelled to hop up from his seating, pressing over towards the Spindrift knight with a sense of wonder.

"Hadn't known you found yourself missing my cooking this much. A present for my efforts?" The tease was gentle in nature, the blonde's tone being a clear indicator that he's trying to repress his own excitement due to the act.

It's best shown in the way he handles the gift, holding it as if the state of her packaging was rife with fragility, as if this was a blessing bestowed above anything else. For a moment he allows the melodious note of her voice swim through his hearing, giving him a moment to simply bask as he stares down the gift. True to his nature of handling personal gifts, this wouldn't be wrapping that's tore.

Oh no, he's neat and concise with the dissection.

"Eula.. this."

Thoma's voice finds itself ceased within his throat, simply awestruck as the magnanimity of the jewel budding akin to a rose's bloom. There was a distinct, prideful spark of scarlet that finds itself breathing in growing synch with his mother element. Invisible threads of fire were weaving in that invisible plane, allowing for a sudden pulse of energy to make this ruby's light hum with growing life. Tilting his gaze back towards her shows that instance of shock as red light briefly swims his features.

From the Lawrence clan's gatherings no less? Did she truly find him that level of tro.. no, that's never how she'd think of it, by now the earnest nature of her heart showed as much.

Tender care was made in settling down the box and wrapping to the table beside them. Once tucked, his attention is immediately drawn into impulsivity, to the action of immediately bringing those strong arms about her figure. To truly take a moment in hugging Eula close to him, to let their bodies rest flush upon the other. A smile would hold steady on those lips that grace her jawline, a tender kiss performed before he nestles his face close to her's.

For a moment, he just wants to hold her like this.

"Thank you. Thank you. I give you my word, I intend to let the future I'll share with your gift give a shine that only legends could speak of."

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[myjustice]

ahhhh!! i love love LOOOOVE reading your writing! the thought and care put into every thought is amazing, i get so inspired seeing your unique perspective. you just Get her, and despite all her theatrics you take care to acknowledge her at her core. 10/10

thank you so much for your feedback! i've had the pleasure of reading your thoughts on eula & i'm such a huge fan. i love how you portray & express her through your writing when i get the chance to see it on my dash. it means a lot to me that you think i'm doing right by my princess. furina means so much to me so it really means a lot & try my best to properly convey that. her theatrics are only part of her charm, but most certainly not everything.~ thank you so much again!

portrayal meme / @eulalos

[myjustice]

'How do you not enjoy winter? The snow is beautiful.'

' i-i beg your pardon, it is not that i do not enjoy winter. it simply wouldn't be too much to ask for the temperature to be a bit more...nicer. ' that was one way of saying it. furina did not mind the winter, furina did not mind the snow. in fact, many a winters ago she modeled a new brand of winter clothing founded on fontaine while it snowed. the brand sold out rather quickly the first week it launched thanks to that photoshoot. those clothes were of the finest of silks & received her stamp of approval given how fitting they were for the low temperatures, that got flaunted like it was nobody's business. she had owned some of that brand but after her departure from the palais mermonia she had left them there, not feeling it appropriate or right to take them with her. & now...well now she was subjected to wear so called ' winter clothes ' that felt more like she was gambling with her hard earned mora on whether or not they would keep her warm or not.

this particular set she had on was not doing a good job at it. what was worse was that now she bore a hydro vision & that was messing with how she was reacting to the chilly embrace of winter. furina turned the other cheek & sneezed into her arm, sniffling. ugh. ' what i wouldn't give for a hot chocolate right now. ' she spoke to herself, assumingly. she adored the thought of being by a fireplace, drinking hot chocolate, indulging herself in chocolate covered strawberries, she adored the warm possibilities within the winter atmosphere as well. it was just so cozy. how can she hate the winter when within its chill the possibilities of comfort were endless?

however, she would not be so bold as to treat winter like it were summer, like her respective company here. ' you must be built of something resilient to not feel this cold. ' both admiration & slight pinches of envy in her unorthodox compliment.

winter meme / @eulalos

[scarletooyoroi]

[ reluctant ] sender reluctantly asks for receiver's help

There was a quiet brand of pride that found itself melting away, as if tarnished by scathing elements battling with different ideas. An experienced eye and mind could perceive this brand of heaviness with enough time spent with Eula Lawrence. The time they've spent working to define not only their encounters, but a genuine thread shared between them, one that had to brave tumultuous rapids to find any ground to fasten and refine was now only full display. Being a witness to it all felt like an honor cast upon its own merit.

Thoma knows the scale of just how accomplished the both of them are. No mountain found itself tall enough, no hellish circumstance would render them beyond capability to fight. Yet, the differences were the many reflections that settle upon this said surface of their relationship. It dawns to Inazuma's Fixer just how foreign the idea of leaning into help could be.

There was knowing. Then there is understanding.

When it wasn't fastened by concepts such as duty or obligation, by the worth of coin or even woven by an intermediary companion. No. What's settled between them is a raw sense of vulnerability that carefully treads these waters.

..And here Eula was, willing to risk that.

"Eula.." Her name kindles warmth and daring frost to settle upon his tongue. That precious weight of who she was, of the opportunity that anyone could rightfully attempt to gorge upon, it was being risked on the note to expand her very low circle of authenticity that didn't have to be forged by her own hands. It made the burning heart vested within his being to stir, pumping with fervor, with intent as he dared to take that step forward after facing her request.

With the moonlight as their witness, alongside the whispers of the trees and the babbling of the brook, a decision was made.

"Come what may, we're a team." Let the years of what she endured be part of their inevitable challenge. There was a price many would say for making a connection with her, and for the homeland that found itself so callously cruel from lessons carried in past wounds, it would freely share that vitriol. He was certain there in many ways, there was no going back from a decision of truly aligning with a pariah.

Yet? A roar within his blood tells him this is the right path.

"You've long since earned that as we stood together, blade and spear, to tea and a good talk." The extent of that future could wait, their current challenge holds steadfast as the priority.

@eulalos

[mynameisntkiller]

Can someone please tell me why my roombwas pilfered though? I had my weighted blankets on the top of my closet and now they're on my bed.some please explain.