#irvall

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @fctedivided

“Lands of Argentem? Cinera Cliffs?” – the foreign names she could not recognize were falling on her – “Where have I ended up and how?” – her abilities, her abilities that she could not control brought her into various troubles in the past, and it seemed it was again a situation like that – “What am I going to do? What am I going to do?”

She took a hand that was given to her. No, Nunnally was not sure if she could trust him. If she should trust him. But what choice did she have? She needed to risk it, and after all he was the only friendly creature here.

“I want to trust you.” – she said – “I am not from here. I do not know this land. I do not know how I got here, but this is not the first time it had happened to me. I can travel. Between dimensions. Between worlds. But sometimes it just happens and I do not know how to come back.”

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Nunnally, this is Irvall in his true form. Would you think of him differently?

Indeed, what an odd question. Because what is form? What does it matter what one looks like? Should she reply that she’d be scared? Should she say she hasn’t expected it? Nunnally’s not human (herself). A demon of sorts, who doesn’t even know what her own form truly is. So how could she judge the form of others? And after all, does Irvall become someone else when he accepts that form?

No, he would be the same person she knows; she is certain of that. The same person who cannot dance. The same person who helped her when she felt lonely. The same person who smiled at her. She might say she is curious how that smile would look on a face like that, but that is not what the question is about.

“No, I would not think about him differently. Why should I? If Irvall prefers, he can wear whatever form he chooses when with me. This one, though… this one…” – Nunnally smiles – “…would only make dancing more difficult for us.”

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[thecircusfreaks]

Despite the slow deterioration of his own lands, the reaper was still fulfilling his duty to watch over it. Standing in his usual viewpoint spot, he was expecting like most days, silent but relatively tranquil and out of the ordinary.

That was until the demon suddenly sensed an unfamiliar presence nearby, and it seemed they appeared nearby.

Irvall said nothing, merely looking at this person, only watching them what their intentions were.

(Irvall as requested, and how about Millenia?)

"You've got quite a nice spot here ... quite a nice spot indeed." They hum softly, breathing in deeply despite no air filling their lungs, they are merely taking in the scent of their surroundings.

"What is it that you do to maintain such perfect balance? The intervention of us Phantoms is not required, I'm intrigued."

[lured-into-wonderland]

Would you like for Irvall to be your dance partner, Nunnally?

“Well yes, of course.” – she is, indeed, surprised with the question. Why wouldn’t she? He was all kind and supporting to her. Yes, she remembers Irvall said he didn’t know how to dance, but that’s not really a problem. She can teach him, she can lead him, they can just move as the music guides them. Perhaps there aren’t countless possibilities. But quite many actually.

And she can already enjoy that imaginary dance. Perhaps waltz. Her favourite. The slow one might be easier for the beginning. They would look nice together. He’s taller but not really towering over her. With his brown hair and her fair, they could look like day and night…

Nunnally smiles to her thoughts. That comparison is perhaps a bit too much, but she still likes it.

“Yes, I’d like Irvall to become my dance partner. But the question is would he like that?”

“…perhaps dancing is just too human for him to engage…” – that would be a pity. But she’d understand. Creatures like Irvall and her have duties…and these duties sometimes restrict them from doing certain things? From having fun?

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"My opinion about you, Nunnally? In my eyes, you are pleasant. Someone I don't mind at all, I'm satisfied to have you in my presence. And I suppose pretty and cute describes you." Perhaps Irvall was a bit too cryptic with his compliments, but it was also his way to say things.

She laughed gently as Irvall was continuing to compliment her. He made her feel safe; she enjoyed keeping close to him. It was nice to know that Irvall shared some of her feelings toward him.

“Pretty and cute…” – oh why did she focus on these two words? Perhaps because she wasn’t often called pretty. Almost never at all. If anything, she was rather criticized for being vain; focusing too much on how she looked – “I am happy you find me pretty, Irvall. Even if I am not sure what I did to deserve all these so nice words.” – she truly was surprised with them; Nunnally turned around. She knew she was behaving too frivolous, but the girl was happy. Perhaps too happy.

“Will you dance with me, Irvall? I love waltz.” – or would that be too much for a serious man as himself – “Do you like waltz?” – but everyone needed a break in their life; he could as well have it now and with her. 

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[lured-into-wonderland]

From Irvall

“Bingo!” – she exclaims in a childish excitement; she would not expect that given how distant Irvall seems to be. He is her type but is she his? A smile, a shy one, a little hope that she cannot fully define: --

“Do you think I am pretty, Irvall?” – a hesitation – “Or at least cute?”

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[lured-into-wonderland]

Comment to [this] with @fctedivided

"No, why? Can't I simply hug you whenever I feel for it? I guess it means you need to get hugged more often..."

[lured-into-wonderland]

Irvall’s cape (fctedivided2)

Source // accepting

“Thank you.” – she simply said and wrapped it tightly around herself; by then Nunnally was already used to Irvall’s unexpected kindness. As if he could sense more and faster than she alone – “How did you know I was getting cold?” – Nunnally found these words silly as soon they left her lips. Was he granting her his cape only because he thought she was cold? Or was there another reason? To protect her from magic? Would it ease her coming through the portals? No matter. It was not important.

She smiled. It had its scent. For the time being it was the scent of safety. How odd? She would never expect that safety had a scent.

“Thank you.” – she repeated – “I will be sure to take good care of it so that it can be returned to you in a perfect shape.” – although she wanted to keep it. She was just too shy to ask. Or too shy to assume it was a present and not a loan.

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