#mininori

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Luna&Minori

The fall air felt nice on Minori’s skin. For once in weeks, the weather was cool and crisp. No more sweating while she watered her crops. No more feeling gross and having to put her thick brown hair up in a bun or a ponytail while she did her work. Now with such cool weather, her hair could be free and bounce around while she went along her day.

The farmer happily was skipping back to her house after a successful day at the vendors. Who knew yams went for so much? With that much money, she could probably afford a few more alpacas since Avacado seemed sad recently…. Or a cute custom outfit. Anyway, that would be later; after she already went through this month’s expenses. Minori was just too good in a mood for anything to be ruined.

As she got closer to her house, she noticed pink. Pink hair, bright against the red and orange leaves and brown muted tones that came with the fall. She stood behind the girl, eyeing her up and down quietly. Maybe after she talked to her, she’d ask where she got those cute shoes from. Fashionista- she liked Pinkie already. (She named her already, she liked her, it’s a good reason to rename someone) But first, she had a question to be answered.

“Hi!” Minori said sweetly with a smile on her face. “Who are you and why are you knocking on my door?” The smile didn’t leave her face, but her tone went from sounding oh so happy that someone came by to confused..

Luna huffed in slight annoyance, she had been waiting for a while and perhaps all of her waiting was for naught. Her arms were crossed over herself and pink manicured nails drummed against her skin to pass the time. Though, just as soon as she was about to give up and move on to another farmer in this town—

“Ah— !!” The girl squeaked in surprise, turning to see the brunette looking to her expectantly. “Good Goddess, don’t spook me like that!” The pink haired girl breathed while fanning herself, though turning her moment of shock into one that was ready to discuss what she was there for. “Hi, sorry, that must be weird to come home to someone knocking on your door.” She flattened her hair as she spoke, hoping to calm and hair that might have bounced out of place. 

“You’re a farmer right?” For the first time Luna took the opportunity to look the girl over, her dress seemed splattered with mud and hair was in need of a desperate brushing. Yep, definitely a farmer. Yet, she was actually pretty cute. Round face, high cheek bones, overall a nice slim and supple build. Luna was sure she was a lot prettier if she ever dolled herself up.

Though the pink haired girl cleared her throat, continuing on with the task she had come there for. “I’ve come from the next town over where they’re all completely incompetent. I need a job done, some fabric made in a quick amount of time, as well as dyed. Do you have any time to take requests?” She sighed openly, the amount of money that was dropped on that awful dye job of Kasey’s coming back to her. “Name your price, I’m pretty desperate here.”

[thetaleofphillip]

Has it really been that long…? /She follows him and carefully sits besides Phillip on the couch, staring up at him. Bambi brushes her head against Phillip’s hand, letting out a small “meow” as a way of asking “more attention please”/ Of course you can vent, you’ve listened to me rant about the silliest things before and you really need it. And don’t even think about helping me with work! You aren’t allowed to do that! /She quickly smiles at him, trying to lighten up the mood / You just vent until you feel better, okay?

/Whispers/ Just don’t tell anyone I’m being really nice to you because they won’t believe it.

[Nudges her playfully before laughing gingerly.] Oh don't worry I wouldn't want anyone else knowing I come to you when I'm distressed. [While continuing to chuckle, the smile subsided.] I .. I hate the feelings that love gives you ya'know? 

[Sighs, obviously distressed.] I was so over emotional when I saw her. All the hurt, all the stress of why she left , it all came back to me all at once .. while she was standing right in front of me no less! [Sighs, before dipping the utensil in the ice cream container and spooning it into his mouth.] 

I cried like six times and I’m still embarrassed whenever I even think about her. Why can’t I just go back to the way I was before she left ..?

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20 Questions || Minori/Chase

Chase walked through the streets of Castanet while lost in thought. Why, even on his day off, was he roped into working one way or another. He had already been to the general store and to a couple of the farmers today, collecting produce at the request of Yolanda. I mean he could definitely understand wanting to be prepped for the week to come, but did it really have to be on his day off? He entered the inn and immediately released an overly exaggerated and annoyed sigh.

“Your errand boy is back!” He called to the lobby, though after a minute of no response he realized no one seemed to be in the kitchen. The young man cocked a brow and merely rolled his eyes. Of course, make him do the run around while everyone else was out enjoying their day. He moved toward the kitchen and set down his cloth bag, beginning to put away the groceries he had bought before scribbling on a nearby notepad.

Once he was finished, Chase grabbed an orange from the fridge and promptly peeled it. Though the sound of someone stumbling stopped his process, his surprised expression shifting to one mixed with a sense of cockiness. Minori entered the lobby from one of the back rooms of the inn— he had almost forgotten she stayed here last night, and boy did she not look well.

“Well morning sunshine.” He spoke with a smirk on his face, eating a piece of his orange while looking to her with an amused expression. “Hungover are we?”

[chase-to-the-finish]

Drunk & Ditzy || [Minori/Chase]

The young man wore a frown. Yolanda had stated previously that she had prepared all the cooking ingredients he would need for the night beforehand, yet the amount she had given him was much to little for what he needed on a Friday night. A sigh escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his hair; not only did he have this to deal with, but Hayden seemed to be sick with the flu.

This unfortunate series of events has lead to both Chase and Kathy putting in extra work for the evening, both of them using their (rather small) range of drink knowledge to prepare the drinks for the night. 

Everything just seemed to be getting more difficult, hopefully it’d be a slower Friday night then the previous he’d experienced.

With that thought the door opened, and a customer he didn’t recognize entered. “We’re not open yet.” The man called in a slightly irritated tone, finishing up the last of wiping down the drink glasses for the evening. “If you want anything you have to wait a few minutes.”

[chase-to-the-finish]

Tell Me Why || Drabble

Why did she love him?

He was rude, insensitive, inconsiderate and just overall a sour individual. Personality traits supplied to him by years of pain and seeing nothing but the sinister parts of humanity. Even those that we are preordained to believe will love us unconditionally, leaving him behind to face each and every disturbing factual reality on his own accord. Fears of touching yet another fire and getting burned, another life lesson he has yet to learn the hard way for himself, left him afraid and apprehensive to even approach any type of warmth he came across.

She, on the other hand, was nothing but warmth.

Her smile itself beamed rays of seemingly everlasting sunshine, too bright for the man to stare at for even a second too long. Her personality was brilliant, vivid with levels of self conviction that lead her to be nothing but her truest form of self. In the beginning days, he was envious of such a trait, to live in a manner that was so unforgiving with words and actions and not hold a care to the wind on any opinion thought or spoken. Though the jealousy soon faded to unbelievable amounts of admiration.

Those who put up barriers surrounding their heart, their inner feelings, always discuss the impeccably hard task of crumbling those walls to let others in, to let others see them for how they truly are. However, this man believed it was not the others who should face such the impossible task to break down his walls, he should be the one to overcome his own barriers that kept him trapped within his own cage of self damnation. She was free, the white light on the other side of his prison cell who urged him to join her, and it was only he who could figure out his own way to meet her. To break free of the enclosure that he had built around himself. 

From the very beginning, she urged him to join her in her realm of freedom, in her realm of light, yet the warmth that blossomed forth from her very soul held him back. The warmth terrified him, hauntings of warmth that lead to deep burns and emotional scars left him hesitant and unwilling. 

He promised himself years ago, he wouldn’t be burned again.

Though the light visited him often, in his cell filled with solitude, and soon enough the warmth started to feel familiar. Familiar enough to him for his fear to slowly, yet surely, begin to subside. Though soon this warmth turned into something else, something that he truly didn’t expect. The warmth he felt when she would come to greet him turned hotter, fiercer, and flamed with levels of passion that he had yet to experience. Panic racked through his body at the realization of the change, noting the light hadn’t changed at all, but rather it was the feelings within his own heart.

Burned. Burned countless of times. By those who have changed, by those whom made the decision to burn to the ground any previously built bridges of trust. But to be burned by your own self? By your own change in feelings? Was it possible? Fear held him back, but it was curiosity that kept him moving forward.

To say that she, the light whom had only become a more intensified aspect of his life over time, gave him the keys to free himself from his prison wouldn’t be correct. No, she knew she couldn’t do that, even if she did have the power to do so. Instead, she helped him, guided him, on how to find the keys that had been hidden within his own entrapment the entire time. Her light gave him the vision to find them within the pit of his own dark despair, and it was her light that lit his very soul ablaze with the confidence to open the door.

So why did she love him? He didn’t know. He was the shell of a man who had given up on most things in life, and she had brought him back to life. She had given him the will to no longer be trapped by his own insecurities and doubt, she had supplied him with her trust and belief that he would be able to set himself free. And that’s what he did. He was free.

Free to leap head first into what he would have only once called certain demise, to approach her warmth, willingly and on his own accord, with the probability of getting burned. But instead, he approached with faith and hopes for the future.

So whether he knew or not why she loved him, he knew why he loved her.

—

“Chase? Yoo ~ hoo? Buddy you okay there?”

Kasey’s calls from across the bar snapped Chase from his trance, the other man seemingly relieved that he had come back to the land of the living.

“Jeez man, did you get enough sleep last night? All I asked was why that chick would even have a thing for you! I mean, well, you’re you. So you having a girlfriend is ... unexpected.”

Purple irises scanned empty nothingness beside him, blinking once or twice while he tried to reorganize his long trailed thoughts. “I ..” Chase started, not being good with organizing his thoughts as is, how was one suppose to answer that question? “I dunno, really.” His gaze rose to meet that of the man across from him, supplying only a simple shrug along with his explanation. “I’ve asked myself that a hundred times, and honestly I’ve never come up with a good answer to that.”

The other brunet whom sat alongside Kasey sighed in disappointment. “Awh man,” Kevin whined. “and here I was anticipating myself for a dramatic declaration of the story of how you guys fell in love with each other! Darn. Though I guess you’ve never been all that good at talking about your feelings Chase.”

Another shrug, as the man thought for a lingering moment, before a small smile came to his lips at the thought of her light. “I guess I’m not good with words is all.”

[chase-to-the-finish]

please be the father of my unborn children

[chase-to-the-finish]

Daffodil: Do you wish you could start over in life?

I’m not sure if starting over would make anything turn out much better ... [Drums his fingers against the table, unsure of really where to go from there.] Circumstance would still be the same, and putting myself through hell all over again doesn’t seem like the ideal option out of the two.

On a brighter note, [tone shifts to one with a bit more positivity ringing in it] I ... like where I am. I like where I’ve ended up, and if starting over means I wouldn’t be in this town where I am now ... well I guess the answer is no.

I’m happy with life as it is right now.

[chase-to-the-finish]

😀 - Do they have a lot friends or a few? Do they attempt to get along with others around them?

Definitely only a few. [Crosses his arms over his chest as he openly sighs.] I just don’t like … people that much. So I don’t ever try to get along with people unless I have to.

I can pick the people I enjoy being around on one hand. [Proceeds to count on each of his fingers.] Yolanda, Jake and Colleen, Kathy [long … l o n g drawn out pause before continuing:] Kevin’s okay I guess, unless he brings Kasey along. And those two are practically attached at the hip so it’s more difficult than you would think to have a conversation with Kevin by himself.

Meanwhile there’s many more people I would rather never have to interact with again. Specifically Maya, Kasey and did I mention Maya? Well Maya.