#nyanesan

[starshell]

Click.

The shutter of the camera sounds after a successful photo has been taken. When she turns around, though, he realizes that she’s searching for where exactly it had originated from. Only for them to lock eyes mere moments after. She’s stunned, he’s at a loss for words as his mind races a mile a minute to come up with an explanation as to why he had taken her photo without permission. By all intents and purposes, it was sort of strange from a glance. “Uh…” He starts, hiding the camera behind his back, which only makes his case worse probably.

“I swear I wasn’t taking a picture of you for any creepy reasons! It’s all professional, I swear! Usually, I don’t take pictures of people but it was a really nice angle and you looked really nice against the natural sunset and–man that sounded so much better in my head. I am so sorry.” But sorry probably isn’t going to cut it, so he tries once again for a more understandable explanation. “I’m putting together a portfolio of sorts! I’m not a professional or anything but I’m kinda working to be one, y'know?”

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[calacavera-blog]

@nyanesan

“Archer, where I’m from, Valentine’s is traditionally when men give gifts to women. This is a gesture of friendship”

[regdelete]

Those ears... was she not human? The way they reacted to sound and the breeze reminded the android of an animal, a beast; but the woman’s body resembled a human more-so. 2B generally kept her distance from most people, and definitely those she didn’t generally understand. But as her days in the place had grown she’d gotten a little bolder, a little more curious.

“Your ears... can I touch them? They look soft.” She wasn’t sure how else she’d satisfy her curiosity on this matter.

@nyanesan

[tradetales-blog]

@nyanesan

Seeing Primrose had improved her spirits somewhat. Along with the knowledge that her money was not, in fact, stolen from her, just converted into odd intangible things that she didn’t trust at all, she at least felt able to explore the place without worrying about funds. Might as well make the most of it, then -- or that’s something she thinks as she stretches her arms on the beach. “It’s not quite Rippletide, buuut...”

She blinks. People with cat ears were a little hard to miss. “It’s full of cute people, so I guess it’s almost better! What do you recommend around here, miss?” Seriously, she was kind of adorable...

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[pyrrhiclegend]

@nyanesan

    Part of him wondered if the fates were doing this on purpose. He so wanted to curse them, yet part of him couldn’t help but feel... thankful. After cradling her in his arms back towards the end of their Great Holy Grail war, Achilles was certain he wouldn’t come across his dear Atalanta anymore, fading into the Throne after fulfilling some design akin to Greek tragedy.     So seeing her here now, of all places, put the warrior within him on hold, leaving only the boy who once-- nay, still admired the huntress from the tales his father spoke of so long ago.

    “Yo, Atalanta-nee.” What was this that nagged at his heart? Shame? Guilt? He did what he had to, back then. So why face her with so much uncertainty in his beating in his chest? It was so unbecoming of him, but no boy would want to face their hero burdened by guilt and regret. “I... I couldn’t tell you before, Sis. But your dream? I fought you with your dream in mind. That’s why things ended the way they did. I suppose... what I’m trying to say, Sis, is that I have no regrets.”

[calacavera-blog]

@nyanesan

“Is that you, Archer?” he calls out, a strip of jerky in one hand. Even as he approached to confirm suspicion and say hello after what had been a considerable amount of time, he still took bites of the dried meat and chewed away.

“It is you. Are you a fairy? Love the hair, it’s so naturalist. Oh, do the wings work? I got some that--I mean, I don’t have wings.” He was certainly enthusiastic.

“Anyway, have you seen any stragglers from the battle that just occurred?” Chew.

[regdelete]

@nyanesan

“How the tables have turned.” 2B didn’t quite understand the significance of this sentence, it was something she’d seen on TV. But she felt like it fit, looking at a woman that usually had cat like features not possessing any. It was merely ironic because now the one with such features was 2B herself. 

Had it been a chance encounter in Xalphina? No, the beastkin had been drawn there by a scent. She hadn’t realized why until she’d found the source. So that was how familiar smells were processed by this body?

“I see you’re doing well. Atalanta, right?” Though a little less kitty and a little more... fae-y.

[isolaradiale]

Okay, Archer of Red (Atalanta) from Fate can be taken off hiatus now. Thank you!

Welcome back!

– ⋆ betelgeuse.