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“. . . AH . . . SO I WAS MISTAKEN. THOU ART NOT HER.“ From a distance, with the wind caught in her hair, her figure was almost that of the Imperial Princess. A slim chance that grew slimmer, a foolish hope he stubbornly held unto against the scent of blood on cloth the Caster would never allow to linger on her person. 

He shouldn’t have called out Anastastia’s name, now met again with the sorts of looks predators exchanged among another before deciding on fight or flight. The tiring sort of ‘What are you’ expression he earned all the time. ( ‘Don’t ask me’ ) while he spoke of one thing his tone held that order “. . . WHAT? I HAVE THOUGHT THOU WERE ANOTHER. HOW MANY ICE PRINCESSES COULD THERE POSSIBLY BE?“

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Even Hozoin understands that a person of peerless beauty was standing in front of the temple. Of course he is not the person to let that distract him, a bucket of water and a mop in his hands as he turns to greet the person. 

 “Oh! Hello there. Sorry the temple is still being cleaned”! What a very alive voice. 

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Weiss knew how uncomfortable it was to be stared at. It never felt nice to have a pair of unfamiliar eyes staring intensely at you, and Weiss tried her hardest not to stare at others if she could help it, but the woman in front of her was... interesting, to say the least.

In appearance, she looked like she had somehow inherited the genetics a Schnee would have- with white hair and an elegant gait. It was that white hair that grabbed Weiss’s attention in the first place. The short girl furrowed her brows and let out a slow exhale.

She wasn’t about to stand there like some idiot, gawking at this stranger like a prepubescent boy who hadn’t seen another woman before.

“Excuse me,” For the first time since arriving, Weiss’s voice actually sounded somewhat polite rather than salty and annoyed. “Do you have a moment?”

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               ۞.Hands would be filled with flowers, herbs, or just any sort of plant that she could get her hands on. It would all be taken back home with her to help her find more remedies to make while she stayed here. The princess would hope it would bring forth some medicinal purposes, if not, well, maybe it’ll make a fine tea. It was at this time she was wondering if maybe she should just get her own greenhouse, if that was at all possible.

           A few long flowers would fall from her arms, she would then kneel down to pick them up with a sigh escaping from her lips. Maybe she picked up a few too many, perhaps a basket next time would be wise to take with her. She should know better by now, but she still made things harder for herself. Maybe if she lightened her load? Yes that was a sound idea, and quick she was already to deliver at least four of the motherworts in her arm to another girl who would simply be standing by innocently.

           ❝ Sorry for randomly just pressing these onto you – well more like shoving? Or just forcing? …e-either way! ❞ The rambles would have continued if she had not caught herself in time luckily. She did need to work on her nervousness when talking with others still. ❝ They’re lovely for some sort of decoration in the window, or even better, medicinal purposes. So it wont be just a burden shoved onto you I promise. ❞

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🍷 How far would they go on a first date?

Like, a kiss on the cheek if they were sweet.

But you don’t even have to go on a date with her for that you just have to be a friend.

She’d hug you if you brought her home?

She doesn’t go far.

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fairste replied to your post: The Batter || OFF Not actually human, but takes...

you forgot to add tha hes bald

i’m so fucking tired of you motherfuckers

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Kiss.

The notion of it was introduced to her recently. Its value weighed in her mind alongside confusion, brought with mixed feelings of a love yet to be acknowledged. Since her arrival, images and certain offhanded comments involved the action. It was more common than expected. 

Even a children’s book she was browsing in the library.

A kiss of true love to awaken a maiden prey of a curse?! While she may be overreacting, she cannot help but think back to her very own kiss. This was meant to be special, so by that definition her feelings for Hiro were -- “NO WAY!!” In the heat of the moment, she drops the book, ruining the peace and quiet.