#lizziethethird

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i will learn to dance in the rain.

ind. pri. sel. elizabeth 3rd from the game app mystic messenger.

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merry christmas to @lizziethethird!

Though Zen still wasn’t entirely certain as to which sentiments Elizabeth held towards particular holidays, his own festive spirit was not to be denied. After spending a majority of his life alone and effectively ignoring such spectacles ( aside from moments of realization that he was so inherently lonely ), the fact that he would now spend every Christmas with Elizabeth sent excitement sparking in his veins. “Merry Christmas, babe!” An eager kiss was pressed against Elizabeth’s lips before a wrapped box was pressed into small hands. “Ah — maybe I should’ve waited until later in the day, but I want to give this to you now. It’s a journal, a nice one, with your name engraved on the front. And the first half has a book log, so you can keep track of what you’re reading, what quotes you like, all of that.” Zen nuzzled his face into Elizabeth’s hair. “I love you so much. You don’t know what it means to me to spend Christmas with you like this. Thank you.”

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with @lizziethethird & continued from here!

( SMS → Elizabeth ) You already heard?? ( SMS → Elizabeth ) Yuuta moves fast... ( SMS → Elizabeth ) But thank you! ( SMS → Elizabeth ) WAIT ( SMS → Elizabeth ) What do you mean you had a bet????

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with @lizziethethird and continued from here!

“I’m not doing it on purpose, you know?” Zen pursed his lips, though quiet laughter rose in his throat. Not that he found poking Elizabeth with a needle particularly funny, but the fact that his boyfriend seemed keen on insisting that all of the fidgeting going on was not a deciding factor brought a shine of amusement to his gaze. “If you’d stop moving so much, maybe I’ll give you a reward.” Another stitch was made, fitting the costume further to Elizabeth’s petite form. “And why do you think I’d want to dress you in an outfit you wouldn’t like? You must think I’m horrible. Maybe you should go as me for Halloween — scare everyone as the worst boyfriend ever.” One final knot tied and thread snipped, he rocked back on his heels to assess his handiwork. Dramatic intonation dropped, Zen finished, “Look in the mirror, tell me what you think.”

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with @lizziethethird and continued from here!

“Did you really think I wouldn’t remember? What sort of boyfriend do you take me for?” Zen paused his kisses only to nuzzle against Elizabeth’s neck. “And this is your first birthday that we’ll celebrate together. That almost makes it even more important, you know?” This would be Elizabeth’s opportunity to experience this day as a human, and he harbored every intention of ensuring that it was everything it should be. Finally, he leaned back, one arm still curved about Elizabeth’s waist and the other sliding up to twine amongst long, golden locks. “I told you about Halloween, remember? You can dress up in costumes as whatever you want, go to parties, hang out with people. It’s fun. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to, and I only invited friends. Alice, Io, Seven, Yoosung — everyone who loves you. I can tell them not to come, though, if it should just be us.” Zen scattered fresh kisses across Elizabeth’s visage. “Ah, of course this isn’t your present! But I might need a few kisses in return before I remember where I put it.”

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pre-Mystic Messenger AU with @lizziethethird​!

Regardless of how fortunate Zen felt to have this job ( and he was grateful for it, no one could offer protestations on that front ), it failed to make clocking in as the sun was still rising any easier. Perhaps the worst of it was the fact that he had worked late at his other place of employment the night prior and he had rehearsal after this shift, as well. He had always been of the mindset that he operated best when remaining busy, yet this was pushing that sentiment to the brink. As the last few minutes before Zen was to leave in order to practice early at the theater before rehearsal officially began wound down, he could feel the murky haze of exhaustion hanging above his head like a stubborn rain cloud. In spite of that, he did what he could to appear bright and alert: no one wanted a barista who appeared ready to doze on the job handling their coffee order. Truly, he had found it odd enough that he had been forced to bypass the position of busboy to work immediately at the front counter, as he had assumed he would remain in the back procuring dirty dishes from recently vacated tables and scrubbing them clean. The manager had acted shocked at the notion, however, and instead begun Zen’s training without delay.

Part of him still experienced an odd sense of discomfort that he was the first face customers would see as they entered the coffee shop. Would they look at him strangely, or move their business elsewhere to avoid him? Although he had braced himself for the possibility that he would be fired once his boss came to the same conclusion, that day had yet to come. Quite to the contrary, many repeat visitors became regulars, calling Zen by name ( his true name, printed dutifully upon the plastic pinned to his apron, not the moniker he had chosen for himself ) and came in specifically during his shifts. He was aware that his mother had greatly exaggerated the detriments of his outward appearance as he was growing up, and it took almost a conscious reminder to be mindful that he was, in fact, not ugly. It was rather infuriating how quickly he jumped to immediate, ingrained conclusions as to others’ opinions of him based upon her treatment of him, even now. That subtle timidity had made the barista position more difficult than it may have been otherwise, but Zen appreciated the small bolster of confidence it had allowed him.

Leaning his elbows atop the counter, crimson gaze trained on the clock hung on the wall across from him, he waited for the last few turns of the hands to set him free. Rehearsal was work, mind, yet work that he loved. Nothing was better than those hours of the day which practice occupied. Zen was jarred from such thoughts by the sudden merry chime of the bell above the shop door, causing him to automatically straighten his posture to greet whoever it may be. Such preparation did little when it came to meeting the blue gaze which stared back at him, a familiar one he had taken special notice of every day for the past week. The blonde dancer ( Elizabeth ) had impressed everyone with refined skill, that much was certain, and had undoubtedly paid him no mind past his differentiation of appearance from his castmates. Suddenly remembering to smile, Zen allowed a curve to lilt across his mouth, though in a somewhat rueful fashion. “Hey. I guess you’re going to end up seeing more of my face today than you planned. Sorry about that.” Still, he managed a playful wink in Elizabeth’s direction. “What can I get you?”

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with @lizziethethird & continued from here!

( SMS → Elizabeth ) You just made my heart skip a beat~ ( SMS → Elizabeth ) I wish I could come home right now and kiss you. ^^ ( SMS → Elizabeth ) But you never have to be without me for very long, babe. ( SMS → Elizabeth ) I’m always yours.