#fiendcrown

[sercphs]

⠀⠀⠀⠀Sometimes you end up marrying the person you hate most.

[sercphs]

@fiendcrown asked:

the feline briefly surveys the room's destruction after one of seth and wis'adel's recent ... ' meetings ' . kal'tsit's gaze remains unimpressed as the primary perpetrator already fled the scene , " don't worry . it won't be just your paycheck i'll deduct the costs from . be sure to tell wis'adel she won't be able to enjoy her shopping sprees — until it's all paid off , of course . " they finish writing their notes about all the furniture that had been wrecked down in their clipboard . what a surprise that the room itself was still standing .

they would say , it's a lesson to be learned — unfortunately , it'd be a lesson for the fourth time this month , and kal'tsit has resigned that perhaps this destructive habit of theirs won't be ending anytime soon . " be sure to find a nurse for any injuries you've sustained ... "

what a troublesome pair .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀There's not really an excuse for this one.

⠀⠀⠀⠀The Blade stands idly, a freshly made cup of hot noodles in his hand as he stands amidst the damaged room, not even a trace of remorse or regret on his face. There's that ever-present, unchanging expression on their face that only ever seems to twist into something else for very specific people - one of whom was previously in the room.

"That will affect my ability to purchase cup noodles."

⠀⠀⠀⠀The tone is deadpan - if it was anyone else, you might think it was a joke, but the half-blind maybe oni seems entirely serious with such a statement.

"But I will recover perfectly fine without medical attention. Wis'adel demonstrates lackluster murderous intent compared to when you found me."

⠀⠀⠀⠀Lackluster enough that their relationship is probably one of the single most controversial things around. Also probably one of the things nobody wants to talk about, since having either of them mad at you is a surefire way to have a short life.

[dnangelic]

kal vc stop looking at me like that. i told you i wasnt smiling (was totally smiling

@fiendcrown

ehhhhhh --- ?!

the thin line his own lips have flattened themselves into wriggle a little before he briskly nods . he's pretty sure that was a lie ... he knows what he's seen ! ( just for a moment , that infinitely gentle , clear-eyed expression ... ) but it didn't change the fact that he felt like he was being scolded for it now !

should he have darted his eyes away ? covered his face ? was it not enough to try to hide his own awkward , dopey smile ?! of course , he still wanted to say something ... to try to comfort a fact that wasn't supposed to exist , much less have been witnessed --- and he wracks his brain until he comes up with something . ( --- er , he thinks . )

' even if you had ... would it have been bad ? ' he practically seizes up as he starts to stammer , ' n-not that i saw anything ! i didn't --- ! really ! ' a deep red flush ; a fumble at invisible locks with his hands and a sucked-in breath . timidly , meekly presenting all of his courage after another moment , he softly continues . ' i mean , a smile is usually for when good things happen , right ? so ... it should be okay . it should be okay to let the good things happen . '

and to let a smile thereby bloom , though --- he couldn't help but feel like a hypocrite , at least until the stiff , rigidly held corners of the line of his lips quirk upwards a little . shy and infinitesimally small , however things were , if he had to , then he didn't mind being the first to freely smile between them . ( ... besides , for all he knew , maybe kal'tsit had been smiling , if not laughing at him --- for being so clumsy again ... )

[zorkaya]

❅ ― ❝ @fiendcrown inquired:

" doctor , " amiya's hands nimbly braid at zarina's hair - a peaceful kind of quiet to enjoy on the ark . she can feel it hum deep inside her heart , and can only hope as much is felt by zarina too . amiya gets spoiled in conducting acts of service like this , braiding such long hair that glows within a sun's warmth , it's looking more healthy than when she first awoke the amidst of gunfire and war . amiya too , has matured greatly since then . more than what she gives herself credit for .. had it been that long since she was back at zarina's side ? time passes by quickly , maybe too quick . but amiya can't bring herself to complain when she's been blessed to continue growing up with family by her side . " .. you're glowing , i think . hehe . "

Amiya's presence calms the mind, the heart, and the soul. It's strange to think of it as Sokolova continues to check the documents despite being pampered by Amiya's kindness. She doesn't think about Kal'tsit's warning gaze whenever she spends time with the young girl; she who had been there when the amnesiac awakened. Zarina breathes out contently as she hears the girl speak, letting her lips curl into a more pleased smile as she muses happily at the words spoken.

Glowing? Well, she isn't arguing against that! It's nice to hear someone tell her this instead of saying she looks like shit. Some of the operators could be so cruel to her, she would dramatically and jokingly complain to some others, eliciting chuckles or exaggerated eye rolls from others. Saria and Ch'en had to go on a hunt to catch her once in a while, Amiya would laugh at the runs done by the doctor screaming for Ch'en to lower down her blade and for Saria to no longer look so ready to strike her with calcification. Surprisingly, she evaded every single hit before rolling down the stairs once… Amiya didn't laugh then, instead worriedly running around the misfortunate doctor.

Things have been… Better? If one can say it. Terra has not changed, it continues to exist and the infection continues to spread. However, there is hope. There are ideals. There are people to fight for. If not for this, the world would've collapsed. So they must fight, they just live, and they must hope. Zarina won't allow Rhodes Island to fall, no matter what. This land, these people, and everyone around them. She won't allow hope to die, or else she'd be dead, too. Even if the end will be one and this fight will not change it, their convictions and their ideals will never be tampered with.

Because they live. Because they have someone to protect. Because they fight.

"Am I? Probably because you've been so good at making me looking pretty! I love the new styles you get to braid my hair into. Are you secretly learning new techniques, Amiya?" Zarina asks, chuckling as she imagines the younger operators hang out with each other and doing something… normal, not connected to war or training or fighting. They deserve a sense of normalcy, even if for a moment. So they can treasure it, experience it, remember it at the worst moments. Sokolova looks around the room without turning her head, noticing another stack of papers that Kal'tsit will eat her alive if she doesn't finish.

Well, that's a problem for future Dr. Sokolova! There are stamina potions and noodles to have to get that sleepless night supported!

"Do you think Kal'tsit would call me pretty with this braid?" She jokes, knowing the answer already. The way they'd look at her? No way. They'd kick her out of their office and ask her to do her work. "I think Rosa will appreciate your mastery. Oh, and Nearl too! Let's go show off."