#illyxasviel

[waywardwinchaestr]

Sympathy - Illya

He feels sympathetic towards Illya because he feels like in a way. They have the same life. They were both destined for something. Awhile he managed to defy what he was meant to do, she can not. She was created for one goal in mind.  

[herokind]

FIGHT ME ﹙ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ﹖﹚

SECTOR 5, THE ARCADE, BOULEVARD BRAWLER 6 MACHINE

   You sit at one of your favorite machines and put a token in the slot.

   So YOU’RE NOT GOOD AT IT. It’s never stopped you from playing games before, as you’ve always been the first to jump into a game regardless of your level of expertise in its genre. FIGHTER GAMES aren’t your strong suit, and they aren’t exactly one of your decent suits. Think: a tattered hand-me-down suit that makes your torso look small. You’re better at turn-based games, mostly because you’ve got the SLOWEST REACTION TIME you’ve ever seen.

    But it doesn’t hurt to practice. You enjoy the atmosphere of the ARCADE too. It feels like the air’s vapor recreation, and you can’t help but feel CONFIDENT in having a good time playing, even if you have the tendency to lose to the easy CPU. 

    Just as you’re about to press START, you notice someone lingering behind you.

[ ♉ ] TAVROS: hI, uHH, dO YOU WANT TO PLAY,

@illyxasviel

[themisarcher-blog]

Reminiscing Nights (Closed - Illyasviel von Einzbern )

He just wanted to forget it - forget everything that had happened, but, well. As strong as he wanted his mask of being the ‘cool and aloof one’ to stay strong, especially in a place where it would not benefit anyone for him to be a over-emotional heart-on-sleeve person - he just couldn't do it right now. He’d had his perception of reality all messed with by some hallucination that wasn't real, even HE couldn't hold that back.

There wasn’t anyone to talk to, of course. Because he’d been so focused on being snarky and keeping everyone in Hive City away - because they deserved better. So he was going for a walk as stars filled the Hive sky. Were THEY even real, though? Was everything that happened here just a messed up illusion, too, and thus even further proof he shouldn't befriend anyone here?

He didn't want to just go innocently trusting anyone and then find it hadn't been real. It was just too much. Sighing, he rubbed frustrated hands through his hair in a failed attempt to calm down, before talking aloud.

“Junie...Robin. What would you two do in this situation? I really don’t know what to think. I miss you two so much, really. Am I weak for letting this get to me so much? Hah...not that you could hear me, though.”

He just wished his two closest friends could be there, to give advice. Though his thoughts were cut short at hearing footsteps. Was someone...listening in on him?! Struggling to try and put at least some of his aloof persona up, he tensed. 

“Don’t you know it’s rude to listen in on other people...?”

[offbench]

★ @illyxasviel stepped up to the plate!

    ☆ --- “Oh god... Shouldn’t have... jogged... across s-sectors... Need... water...” He feigns collapsing. Leon Kuwata has always been pretty melodramatic.

[lancerofclay]

@illyxasviel

“Well, it wasn’t pleasant but at least we both made it out in one piece! And that’s what matters.” 

[ken-masters-blog1]

(ง’̀-‘́)ง

Illyasviel is at least half of Ken’s height. Her stature had its pros and cons. Under pros, she would not be able to reach his face. Cons, she will reach the most sensitive area on his body. 

There was no way Ken was going to suffer through that. He flatten his hands to quickly move in front of his crotch to protect the Masters’ family jewels. 

"Low blow,” he says, with a ‘tsking’ sound.