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[devilglow]

"So," casually, without glancing up from his magazine, "what do you think of Nico anyway?" - super nosy angel mom :)

CURIOSITY & ANGELS | @paralleliis 

          Well, considering Adrian’s… Nosiness CURIOSITY, this matter was bound to pop its head at some point. Better late than never, he supposes, and Nero allows himself to chew and swallow the bite of food in his mouth before he begins to speak. 

          ‘  …SHE’S MY FRIEND.  ’ No, she is more than just a friend. She’s more of a PARTNER to him, something quite similar to what Lady and Trish are to Dante… And yet, even that doesn’t begin to cover it appropriately. ‘  She… Helped me out the day dad took my arm, y’know.  ’ A pause to take a sip from his drink, as well as laugh to himself at the thought alone. ‘  Apparently she tied up my arm with a wire to stop the bleedin’ and then BURNED THE WOUND with Red Queen.  ’ A brief tilt of his head, which makes it look like Nero is trying to remember the rest of the story. ‘  Kyrie says she wouldn’t stop clinging onto my jacket when they were chillin’ in the waiting room.  ’ That’s what he was trying to remember. His sister had entrusted him with that knowledge as a secret they would both take to their grave. They both know of Nico’s rage, after all. 

          However, Nero suddenly… Stops talking, looking like he was caught with his hand inside the cookie jar. He DID get caught with his hand in the cookie jar, actually, but he was caught by himself. He’s talking too much praise for Nico. So instead of talking about this any further, Nero simply feeds himself another bite of his burger. ‘  Why do YOU care so much ‘bout ‘er?  ’ Spoken around his food. Unattractive, but he knows Adrian does not cares that much… Right now anyway.

[skolzenie]

@paralleliis  |  continuation ( x )

         “What you wear is part of the story you’re telling.”  A hum is what escapes him first when he considers, however brief that filled pause may be ; the first fits her flawlessly, so far as he’s concerned, and made to flow with her on the ice ----  in every sense possible.  And the fitting is enough for a swell of pride to bubble in his chest, in the grin that’s surely growing, and in the positive appraisal of the ensemble.  The costuming’s not a part that will win or lose her points necessarily, not so long as it adheres to the guidelines, but sells what does ; it’s a costume for a character, a dress for an occasion, gear for sport.                                                    “And you want that to be convincing, too.  Try moving                                                      around in it ; how does it feel?”

[teslagravity]

@paralleliis reported — At the first drizzle of rain, Alisa is by his side with an umbrella to shield them both. "Predicted weather forecast for the next hour indicates rainfall with a 30% chance of thunderstorms." ♡ !!

Lars didn’t mind the rain. It settled the smell of smoke that constantly hung in the air, and washed away the macabre sights of war. While the greenery was far from lush as of late, the showers served to keep them alive—contrary to what was around them.

He inhaled deeply, allowing the crisp air to fill his lungs. It was then that his view of the sky was obstructed by the cast of an umbrella.

Alisa’s chipper voice soon followed, announcing the forecast to him as he canted his head to look at her.

He greeted her with a warm smile, “Thanks, Alisa. Tired of being inside?”

[sapearl]

                   (     @paralleliis​ ​​       ♡ ‘d     .      )

                 ❛     oh   ,   so    that’s   how   you   do   it   .   i   must   say   ,   i’m   not   particularly    well   -   versed   in   the   art   of   dancing   .   .   .   i   do   hope   it’s   not   too   much    hassle   .     ❜

[ffamran]

@paralleliis -- yuna

❝ A SPHERE HUNTER , eh ~ ? I didn’t expect any friendly competition on this job . ❞ HE CHUCKLED TO MASK HIS SLIGHT ANNOYANCE ; the man had spent weeks formulating a plan to locate this treasure , and now , this woman shows up when he’d least expect it to try to take the treasure from under his nose . In truth , he didn’t have a clue what these spheres did , but anything that had an entire profession named after its capture had to be worth something , right ?  ❝ MY APOLOGIES , but that treasure belongs to me ~ ! ❞

[yikeen]

   ‘‘   your  arm---------   ’’   by  the  values  and  their  alarming  lack  of  meaning  frantically  calculated  on  his  visor,  he  knows  she’s  a  different  model.  𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵  𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴  𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵.   ‘‘    𝐢𝐭  𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟  ?   ’’   curiosity  doesn’t  come  at  the  cost  of  apprehensiveness;  he’s  never  seen  such  display  before.  @paralleliis  ♡ ’ed.

[andherae-a]

spring always brought a certain joy to his heart with every year it graced the lands of gran pulse; each time he saw his young protégé bask in the bright, colourful opulence of floral seas that enveloped their homeland like finest silks, the aches of her inevitably coming fate faded and left nothing but a pleasant warmth, a sweet feeling of peace.

     now was his silent anger, he wondered, worth the energy?

               it was, it is and always will be.

he has been watching yeul from not afar, treading slowly along the meadow‘s edge with eyes fixated on her ― similarly to how a parent would watch their child play in the garden, as the caring, protective figure who will patch up little wounds on knees and accept flower crowns to wear.

          at least that was what he wished to do.

alarms ringed out of the blue when the girl came abruptly to a halt and moved oddly, making him cross the field of wildflowers in large steps.

❝ what is it? ❞ tone warm, yet laced with worry ( his once devoted prayers for her life already gone dry and hope remained thus on own shoulders ), battle-worn, rough hands tenderly offering the seeress the needed hold and balance. she seemed devastated by something that so suddenly dawned upon her, voice weak and words merely stuttered, and these carried a dark meaning.

he perfectly knew what it implied. again. who will have mercy on this child?

her little frame is taken into an embrace, even if cold metal of his armour was not the most welcoming thing to lean upon. much more spoke the gesture itself, the openly displayed wish to comfort, to reassure her of his unconditional care.

❝ ...what have you seen? ❞

                    @paralleliis // from here

[faelot]

paralleliis replied to your post 

!!! oh sweet mipha....... ur spoiling me with these (▰˘◡˘▰)

u will come to learn that i spoil Anyone that interacts with me. this is ur one and only warning.