#glypherence

[cresxentrose]

“I was protecting you!”

“I totally had that guy! I don’t need protection, not from these… they’re not good at this, even if they’ve got weapons. It’s just that this isn’t fun. Or nice.”

“Are we really having to fight normal people?”

[triaina]

thawed;;

     [ glypherence ]

           — [♆] — It’s been awhile since Neptune has seen Weiss, and with the flower festival in full swing, he figures this is the best opportunity he’s going to get to spend some time with her. Instead of just arriving at her place unannounced, though, (because he’s pretty sure that’ll get him a lecture), he opts for the smarter route:

[ᴛᴇxᴛ] Heeeey, Weiss!!! [ᴛᴇxᴛ] The flower fest is going on. I was wondering if you’d wanna go. [ᴛᴇxᴛ] It might be fun, but if you’re busy, I understand!

[gunchakus-blog]

glypherence

   Heat, or to be more precise, Sun and ice do not stand as equals when compared, as one party overpowers the other. Nor do they necessarily get along with each other, no matter what the circumstances are. Even if it is an acquaintance at most, the ice will always be the ice and the sun will always be the sun-- it is rare and difficult for the two to get along. At most, they have shared a few words with each other before moving along rather than having a substantial conversation. 

   Though let bygones be bygones, as they say-- even if only a minimal amount of things occurred between them. She was an acquaintance, she was a friend of a friend, that’s at least something right? He had no intentions of grasping malice and toxicity as there was no such reason, although a familiar face was a familiar face-- what more could he have asked for? All the people from Beacon are slowly making their way to this strange metropolis, it’ll soon feel like home again, perhaps. 

   ❝Looks like the Ice Queen has made her arrival. You’re stuck here too, eh?❞

[sixpathsofhell]

glypherence

a young woman's tirade was met with the narrowing of a demon's mismatched eyes, an unconscious motion of the hands to pull tighter the leather gloves that coated his fingers, and a suave few steps into the fray to make some half-hearted motion to calm the heiress with the ruffled feathers, the snow white bird he'd remembered from their few games of mafia.

she was greeted with the fakest sort of smile, hands in pockets and eyes glinting something inhumanly mischievous, but a welcome interruption, nonetheless.

( oya, oya, little dove. i suppose interactions within our little games would give none the proper cues about just how passionately you could sing. what ever it was this individual did to wrong you, i am sure their verbal beating has been well deserved, but can you not admit such a speech is not worth your precious time? ku fu fu~. though, if you wish to continue, do have at it. )