#l;r

[lusineinthesky]

@intergalacticxmisfits

Oh how positively endearing—why Castillian’s heart only swelled for her all the more so. His smile grew as the sun rose each morning when she fluttered her way over, as if a blossom itself from the cherry trees was dancing his way in the wind. But then, oh how it pained him to see her pout, why he wished to take time into his own two hands for how dare the hours get in between them. He understood, of course, and as tempting as it was to bend the minutes to his will he would be patient. “Oh, I do suppose it is partially my doing, for I made sure to prepare the pastries much earlier so that I would be permitted to an early retire,” he admitted with a soft laugh. “Why, that sounds splendid! Shall I prepare us a picnic as well? Would you enjoy some sandwiches and cakes? And perhaps some fresh fruit? I have knowledge of a market stall that has only the finest!”

Her stomach, which had previously been hushed and appeased by promises of some take-out assortment after work, suddenly rumbled awake to announce its presence. Doe eyes lowered, full lips pressing together in a thoughtful pout. “Could you...prepare the potato salad sandwich?” she asked shyly, peeking up at him. She knew it was a hassle to make homemade and then slap it between slices of bread like a carbohydrate attack, but it was still one of her favorites so it was worth a try. “I mean, if it’s not too much trouble for you, of course. I know it takes time-”

[lusineinthesky]

[Starter for @fantasycorrupted]

There was something morbid in the way this planet’s seasons dictated its landscape to such extremes at times. Inhabitants flocked in droves to catch a glimpse of fleeting blossoms, to take pictures with a halo of pink before the flowers dropped to the ground and time marched on without them. In a way, it was sort of poetic, she supposed. Comparatively, the people of Earth were fleeting too. Every aspect of their existence reflected the ever-changing nature of this little blue planet.  

Lucy weaved her way through the throng gathered at this particular park, famed for some plum trees planted decades ago that weeped vibrant, deep pink flowers on long, drooping tendrils of thin branches. It was hard to get a decent look, and she honestly didn’t want to wait in a long line for something as silly as a picture. Still.. If she could just... Snap! Her phone’s shutter clicked obnoxiously as it managed to zoom in on a photogenic blossom. The sound drew some attention, having given away that she wasn’t from around here necessarily. Only phones produced in certain countries overseas couldn’t silence the camera’s snapping sound.

Lucy ducked her bright head and went to spin away, successfully knocking into someone in the process. Her phone promptly slipped out of hand and clattered to the ground. Her face reddened from the impact as she babbled an apology, “Ah, I’m so sorry-”

[lusineinthesky]

@munniexmuses cont. from here

Soyeonie got up into sitting position at her bed, looking over her friend who was also sitting on their guest bed at her room, they both had heart footsteps. “Yeah, I did heard that… I wonder, where that sound came from.” She added then and looked over other.

There were many things that Lucy didn’t understand about Earth, about its peoples, about their customs, and the occult was certainly one of those things. While it reminded her somewhat of her own abilities, its practices remained very different and with varied scopes. Therefore, it wasn’t particularly unusual that seemingly disembodied footsteps thudded in the next room, but the unknown origin of the phenomenon was what caused alarm. 

“They stopped,” the redhead noted, unnerved by the abruptness silence, “why would they stop?” Childish thoughts, such as, perhaps they could fly and suddenly decided that walking was a chore came to mind, but on Earth those scenarios were almost always impossibilities. Dark eyes flickered over to the other with an almost accusing curiosity.

[lusineinthesky]

❛  you don’t wanna know.  ❜ //from Sarsi

@gatheringstars cont. from an ask.

The princess hummed, clasping her hands behind her back and leaning her body to the right in a display of overt curiosity as she peered at Sarsi. Her red locks swung and slipped off her shoulder. “I apologize for my forwardness, I’ve just never seen such a ship before. I suppose I just wanted to compliment you.” With a toothy grin, she extended a hand to the other woman, “My name is Lusine. That is a lovely ship you have!”

[lusineinthesky]

....

“I do, my love,” he whispered. Oh how he’d wished he were to say those same words under different circumstances. “If touch were spoken why you would have put every poet to shame…” he fell silent for a moment, pondering his next words. “But…might I be so selfish to hear it from your lips? So that I may treasure your voice uttering such sweet sayings?”

Under any other circumstances, he would be considered forward by the princess’s own morals. Her heart was beating so strongly that she felt he could even feel its rhythm through her hands. She cracked a smile at his compliment, and a single fat tear spilled down the side of her face. Somehow forming those words themselves felt like a monumental task, not because she wasn’t sincere but because of their weight.

Face frozen in that half-cracked smile as she mustered the courage to say something that would surely be a defining point in her life, a sudden surge of bravery ignited inside the princess. Or was it cowardice and a fear of expressing herself inadequately? She suddenly pressed her full lips to his and a flurry of fresh knowledge swirled in her head, mingling with the sadness and happiness already fighting for dominance of her thoughts. Of course she had some familiarity with his native language, but now she fully understood it.

“You will always have a stake in my heart,” she replied naturally in his tongue to break the silence, “You will always have my love.” It was bittersweet, but now she wouldn't have any regrets from their untimely parting.

[lusineinthesky]

@ironspideroos

He’s eyes light up for moment. Clearly some what exicted “ That’s easy most people go with red, but my aunts favorite color is yellow and Mj like’s black one through I secretly think she likes the blue one” he babbles.

“i like ones you don’t usually see around, it makes them more special you know” he says softly.

What a kind-hearted young man. When asked for his opinion, it was entirely framed around his loved ones and their preferences. Selfless. Lucy bobbed her head and couldn’t help but smile brightly. “Well, thank you for taking part in our survey!” she exclaimed, clasping her hands together, “As a reward, I’d like to give you some flowers.” 

With the fluidity of someone who had been stuck on this street for too long, she whirled around and quickly collected then wrapped up a few yellow and blue roses. “Now, these are for your aunt and... MJ, was it? But-” she paused, cocking her head to the side curiously, “What rose is your favorite?”

[lusineinthesky]

@ironspideroos

Peter nearly jump awaking from his thoughts.

"Wh... what yeah.. I can help, with something" he didn't know exactly what stranger wanted him to do but he really needed to just focus on something else. He smiled at her curious on what she wanted " How.. can I help" he asked clearing his throat.

The alien couldn’t help but flash a bright smile, immediately hopping down from her perch to come to the front of the cart. She wasn’t sure what was bothering him, but his glossy, reddened eyes told her that he needed a pick-me-up. “Well,” she began, crossing her arms and making an act of looking at the cart like there was some obvious problem, “I need a big favor actually.”

Turning back to the stranger, she gestured to the displays of different colored roses, “My shop is doing a survey this week. So I was wondering, what color rose do you think is the best?”