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[nechangejamais-blog]

@forseeing-exalt​

Just after the library, Deja Brew was probably Leo’s second favourite place to visit. Books and tea were both things that he quite obviously enjoyed, so the combination was sure to win his affections. Perhaps it would even be in first place if not for the fact that there wasn’t a silence rule like in the library.

A rule like that was sorely needed on a day like this. The café was full of people, and though their chatter wasn’t anything more than gentle mumblings Leo felt a little overwhelmed. But oh well. He had come all this way and wasn’t going to act spoilt over that little inconvenience.

When he had selected a book from the shelves - Cloud Atlas, it was - he looked around for a seat. Usually it would be easy to find a table for himself, but not today. Perhaps because it was a Saturday.

There was an empty seat, however. The other occupant of the table was a beautiful, strong-looking woman; he had to admit that he often didn’t get along well with women, but she looked like an exception with the noble way she held herself. It reminded him of someone.

He shuffled over to the empty seat and looked to her before taking it, speaking as politely as possible.

           “Excuse me miss, do you mind if I sit here? There are no free tables. I promise I don’t take up very much space.”

[kxzoku-blog]

@forseeing-exalt​

     A traveler by heart and an adventurer by nature, it was no mistake to see the samurai traveling across distant lands. Not to only perhaps conquer new lands under his family names, but seek out any infiltrators as well.

   Though... he’s not sure what to make of this scene.

      A warrior, garbed in royal blue. Ryoma’s never seen such a thing; not of present day that is. But what he did know, was the fact that mauve and navy, were both Nohrian colors.

   His eyes narrow slightly, taking it upon himself to approach the stranger.

      “ Pardon me. “ He begins, keeping his chin up but meeting the eyes of the other. “ But you look a bit lost... where are you from? “

[moonbow-k]

Dear diary Usually I don't give to much of fuck about what people think of me. I'm a bit of a weirdo, I like being the weird one. Being the leader, I hate following others. Standing out is what I'm best at, being a sociable fucking butterfly. Aha Sometimes I just get a bit lost though, i think I got caught up in trying not to upset people, trying to keep the peace. I think that's my weakness, I'm to nice for my own good. I always see the good in everyone..... Pulling the wool over my eyes.

[statiique]

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          ;; School. It was funny how such a simple thing could be dreaded by the masses, when this was nothing compared to back at the Lutwidge Academy where your grades practically meant your future standing in life unless you were fortunate enough to have been born into a noble family. It carried a dignity and refined atmosphere this place was severely lacking.

          ;; At least, despite some of the foreign subjects, some things were still the same. Despite its lower class, this school still had musical lessons, much to Elliot’s delight, as he here could excel in what he did best. It was however rather unfortunate that the instuctors valued pair work so much when he was lacking the one person he could truly work together with. Instead, he laid eyes on a blue haired lady he had on prior occassion had a rather unfortunate clash with.

          ;; “... Sorry about those things I said. I kinda lost my cool.” The apology was weak and silent, and his eyes were locked roughly ten centimetres to the right of her head. “You’re the only person here I really know, so want to team up? We’re playing the piano.” Not even a chance did he give her to have a say in the choice of instrument, because Elliot had already decided to lay claim on the one great piano in the room, the pride and joy of the music room.

[blackdxspair]

Knowledge is power -- Power to do good... or power to do evil || Despair&Lucina

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          ;; Eyebrows knit, a frown present on fair visage -- he knew not of the girl or her identity, but it certainly seemed that she was carrying the weight of the world if one were to judge on her expression. Some would be scared away by her stern outerior, whilst others would let curiosity drive them into asking what might be the matter. The male that was observing her however had no such thoughts, nor did he really care about what might be troubling her. He was by nature a watcher of the world in its entirety -- an entity with the sole purpose of knowing and acting upon that knowledge. A noble being had he not been driven by a need for despair. For the destruction of everything; people, the world and most importantly himself.

          ;; 「What a glare you have there. It looks like you could kill someone just by staring at them,」 the King commented leisurely with his usual superior manner of speaking. In no way was he driven by conceit -- he spoke in such a fashion not because he thought he was above her, but because he knew it. His own innate powers aside, as long as he had this boy, this poor innocent fool who was playing host for him, nothing could even reach him if he wanted to keep it away. He did truly consider himself an omnipotent being.