Well, since I posted that last ask ...
Don’t be fooled by my laughter, I’m actually crying inside for this poor man

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Well, since I posted that last ask ...
Don’t be fooled by my laughter, I’m actually crying inside for this poor man
@for-grado
Aegis... u know just what 2 say...
@for-grado [ x ]
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❝ Oof!! ❞ Lydie can’t help but expel a grunt at the impact, suddenly clasping her hands over her mouth and turning, wide-eyed, to stare at the offender. Did they notice her deep voice?? She hoped not…
The man before her is so dressed that she can scantly see a single facial feature, save for his eyes.
She purses her lips as she pulls her hands away, examining her gown for anything out of place, and turning over her shoulder to see if the rest of her is unscathed. Satisfied, she returns her gaze to the man and nods.
Her eyes then drop back to the floor and… She bends at the hip, before remembering herself and bends more properly down to carefully brush a dismantled canapé off the floor and onto her hand. Delicately, she puts it back together and offers it back to the lion-masked man with a shy, joking smile. He’d better get rid of what he’d dropped, especially since it nearly fell on her dress, and definitely would have stained it.
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Sir Purr raised his arms immediately at the wide-eyed look thrown his way in a pacifying gesture, completely misinterpreting the expression as surprise to see him in general, rather than at something else.
Maintaining the posture, he tries to fish for some sort of appropriate apology, brain running on overdrive especially as she starts to examine her gown for damage. Oh gods, he’s really done it now.
And then, she bends down, and his head tilts, curious as to what she’s doing. The faux pas at the type of bow is immediately thought of by Sir Purr as simply her getting used to court manners like himself, and once the reason for her action reveals itself, he has the decency to bow his head in apology and take the canapé off her hands.
“Geez— I’m really sorry, miss. I could’ve really messed up your nice outfit.” Dipping his head once more to try to display his sincerity with actions more than expressions he could not show, he then straightens up.
Was she really alright? At the very least, she seemed to be, based on the teasing smile. “Can I do something to make it up to you?” Well, other than take care of the fine mess in his hands. So much for food.
@for-grado
“Oh, good, we made it!” Asugi laughed, slowing to a stop and placing Lyon down safely as they stood in line to give their tickets. “I would have been SO MAD if I’d won the tickets at the last second, only to miss the boarding call!”
He spared a moment to eye his ‘date’ carefully. Hopefully that hadn’t scared him too much! “How you holding up there, Lilac? I didn’t go too fast, did I?” He was careful not to flashstep with his date in his arms -- he did that once with a date, and it took all night to wash the vomit out of his clothes.
@for-grado from here
“It’s alright...” Her face is still buried in his chest, her arms wrapped tightly around him. Of course it wasn’t alright- it wasn’t as if he was suddenly no longer responsible for hundreds of innocent deaths including her father. But... when she saw him beat himself up like that, how could she possibly be angry with him?
“You were tempted... dark magic and demons do things to our minds. It’s not your fault... at least, not just yours... why didn’t you tell me? I might have helped... somehow...”
for-grado replied to your post: “So, I’ve been thinking...”
“ugh fuck off”
“YOU CAN CATCH THESE HANDS TOO, PRINCELING.”
"Hello, Moonstone, it's been awhile, hasn't it?" No price is too high to pay for a small sadistic act towards the general. Lyon pays with a smile.
(No More Pies, Son!) [CLOSED]
Valter groaned with annoyance. “Princeling, please,” he sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t have time to babysit.”
Result: 4
“Hah... What did I tell you?” Valter chuckled as he watched the pie slip and fall from the sling, pathetically landing face-down onto the ground as Lyon was trying to set it up. “Some in life are doers, and some in life... Are only good for standing to the side and looking pretty. I assume I don’t have to tell you which you are.”
would you advise against using dark magic to -ahem- get what you want, so to speak...
{ BACK TO THE LOVE GURU NIGHTMARE THAT IS MY LIFE }
“Absolutely not!” Valter sneered, giving a disgusted face. “Dark magic is for pussies and weaklings. Love takes time, patience, and multiple waterboarding sessions. If you don’t want to take the time to brainwash your love the good old fashioned way, then don’t even bother! True love doesn’t take shortcuts!”