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[ringabel-vagrant-of-love]

“Just breathe.”

Ringabel tries to obey his Angel's gentle orders, her guiding voice almost impossible to hear for all the pounding in his head. It hurt too much to think, his mind full of old, painful memories that had ambushed him all at once in the vulnerable state of sleep. It wasn't fair--all Ringabel wanted was just to get a decent night's rest for once, not be reduced to a traumatized state by the horrors of the past. Even just breathing is a difficult task to accomplish with all his trembling and choked cries. To say he was a mess would be a grand understatement, and the greatest shame of it all was that once again Edea Lee had to witness it, and be the one to keep him grounded and sane."I--I--I--sorry."

[myuhpower]

Can I still you ask you things, Tiz? Like... what size underwear do you wear? Ringabel and I are going shopping.

Uh... [ you and Ringabel already tease him for being a bumpkin, and while Ringabel knows, can’t he at least keep the fact that he wears long johns private? ] ...same size as Ringabel.  [ That should be safe???  Maybe??  He has no idea how those sizes work, he doesn’t wear them. ]

[ringabel-vagrant-of-love]

I love you.

((2. Amnesia strikes again!!))"Riiiight. What was your name again?" The young man finds it a shame that he cannot remember the pretty blonde girl's name. An Angel, really, and it escaped his memory of how they had ended up in this situation to begin with.

[ringabel-vagrant-of-love]

"Person A digging Person B out of the snow after an avalanche. Person B proceeds to deliever a cheesy pick up line as they emerge, upon which Person A starts piling snow back onto them."

As inspired by that idea and then there was Rindea~. ShhhIspelleditwrongIknow.

[ringabel-vagrant-of-love]

He's lost his memory again? Edea's not sure what to do, because it's not like she can just drag Alternis over and take his helmet off this time! So she tries a kiss, first. Right on the cheek. Maybe the shock will bring him back.

Again, the void of emptiness plagues his mind. How terrifying it was to wake up to nothing and yet the young man had a sinking feeling this was not the first time amnesia had played its cruel hand and stolen away his few precious memories. For having nothing on his mind, it still hurt to think for even the most basic information. Where was he? How had he gotten here? Parents? Friends?....Who was he? He hadn't even a clue to what his own name was.He's saved from the creeping despair by a kiss on his cheek. All that thinking (or rather lack thereof) had him unaware of the beautiful blonde maiden at his bedside. A faint blush sets his cheeks aglow against his will--ah, perhaps he had saved her, this fine Angelic wonder of the world, or perhaps he was dying and she to guide him to the pearly gates.A pity. He was much too young and handsome from what he could tell.Yet, there was definitely something there. A ghost of a feeling of having those lips on his skin before."P--Pardon me, fair Angel, but have we met before? You feel much too real for this to be a dream, but if it is I would wish to never wake."

[myuhpower]

Edea first pampers Tiz with warm blankets and hot cocoa before surrounding him with things that might remind him Norende: Proprietress' hardy home cooking, plain bumpkin things from Caldisla, and even little stuffed sheep. LOTS of little stuffed sheep, enough for a whole herd! But maybe it's better if he doesn't remember Norende? She puts lots of pictures - filched from Ringabel - of Agnes near him, then.

"I'm not sick," he says when the blankets are piled on--or maybe he is?  But it's not as if he has a cold.  Still, the warmth isn't unwelcome, or the creaminess of the hot chocolate, and he can just shift the blankets off if he gets too hot.  It just...feels odd being fussed over like this, having all these things brought to him.  He supposes it makes sense, he's figured out from everyone's reactions that something is wrong with him, but besides the tiredness in his joints, it doesn't really feel like anything is wrong.  He doesn't really know what he's feeling, yet.

...Maybe something is wrong.  He picks up one of the stuffed sheep, brushing his hand over its fake wool; he likes the touch, soft and comforting, so it and its kin immediately become his companions in bed.  Is Edea the sheep collector, or him?  One of them must really like stuffed animals.

He's...he's pretty sure he's the one who likes the girl in the pictures.  People keep showing her to him, and he worries his lip as he stares at her, trying to figure out what she's like and how he would know her.

[ringabel-vagrant-of-love]

'I want the K'

[ringabel-vagrant-of-love]

As soon as Edea catches sight of Ringabel meandering under the mistletoe, she pushes him up against the wall and kisses him fast and hard, before hurrying away before he might recover, laughing.

If Ringabel was a betting man, he'd bet that at a certain time on this certain day that a certain Angel would pass beneath this certain mistletoe and he would certainly be right here.And so he stood. A man and his thoughts. Him. Edea. Kissing .It was no wonder the poor Vagrant hadn't a clue that his Angel was right there, and that she knew exactly what the young man was undoubtedly thinking.So, as usual, Edea Lee took matters into her own hands and lips.A squeak of a noise escapes Ringabel as he's suddenly shoved against the wall, followed by a definite muffled shriek of utter surprise as he recognizes Edea and feels her lips so fast and hard on his own. O--Ohhh, Crystals--!! There was no chance of recovering from a surprise kiss like that, especially by his perfect Angel, and it was all Ringabel could do to not melt into a puddle on the floor.Even as Edea ran away laughing, Ringabel doubted he could give chase. Crystals, was she good, and he wouldn't want her any other way.