✿︎☾︎ "𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬, & 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬" (𝑉𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠! 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟) | 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 | 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 | 𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙
❦︎sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐀 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ -pairing: 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬,𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚, 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧, 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐬, 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦/𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚, 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢 (𝐅𝐆𝐎)
❥︎ not proof-read; fluff; possible errors and ooc; gender-neutral reader; established relationship; late halloween special; inspired off that one fgo okita comic where she tries to spook master by putting on a blanket and act like a little cute ghost; there goes my writing streaks, once again ww; still needa progress through Amphoreus aaack; reader looks like a little medjed; reader is the master in Kondo's part; written before Phantom Alter/Tragodia EN release(and Act or Die event release so take note of any possible spoiler, in case!); might consider a part two with few more characters (initially had two more but alas, there's an image limit. I'll think about continuing it. (◡ ω ◡))
🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨
It's finally Halloween! The season of trick-and-treats, ghostly frights, pumpking carving, chilly vibes and scare-athon has come once again.
You sat on a chair in your room, boredly waiting the time away as you stared at the window to your side, your eyes darting over to the outside world beyond it, and you would watch, as you saw kids clad in their halloween costumes hop around in merriment while carrying their little pumpkin-carved baskets by their handles, filled with candies and chocolates they have received by kind passersby and from doors they have knocked on.
You hummed to yourself, elbows leaning over the windowsill, as you meet the gentle blow of the wind brush at your skin. It was quiet, not until a certain idea came to your mind—
Why don't you spook your beloved as a little ghost?
A look of mischief gets written all over your face. Your lips curve up to a smirk and your eyes glinted with mirth, as you rose to your feet, scrambled to the cabinets to take out a clean piece of white blanket. Yes, this is perfect. You'll just get it washed later, as you then decide to doodle ghostly eyes and mouth on it with a marker. You marveled at your creation, right before peeking out the door, scanning your surroundings. You'll wait behind your corner, right until your beloved would walk by.
Hearing the gentle creak of the door, followed by the clicking of shoes and footsteps, you sensed someone was walking by, and caught a brief glimpse of your beloved as they had arrived at your shared space, placing their coat onto the racks at the side. Perfect timing.
You slip on the blanket, letting it cover you from head to your legs, showing only your ankles and feet. You were snuggly covered in it, as you waited in lay, until he finally reached your corner and—
"Boo!"
You hopped out from where you hid, imitating a ghostly sound as you blocked his way. Now, how does he react?
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✿︎☾︎ 𝐊𝐲𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬
❥︎ Before he even reached your corner, Flins had already heard the light shuffling of sheet and the light giggling that emanated just nearby. Flins is not one to ruin the fun, even if he may have caught you already from afar.
❥︎ When you jumped out with the attempt to adorably spook him, Flins stills in his place, smile curving up his lips, after a small gasp escapes past his lips to humor your cuteness— er, spookiness.
❥︎ "Ah, my love, you've certainly surprised me...with your adorable ghostly form, I must say." He would comment, eyes scanning you from head to toe, taking note of how smaller you appeared in front of him, almost like a little chibi. He could never not be fond of you, in such a state.
❥︎ As you waved your hands, and is just about to pry the blanket up to have a better look at Flins, he nimbly takes the initiative and reached for the soft fabric with his gloved hands, lifts it up as if he were lifting the veil of his bride, locks eyes with you with his smile still present on his lips.
❥︎ He leans down, and as if to match your spooky cuteness, before you could even react, you felt the soft brush of his lips against yours and the world stops for a moment or two. Flins closes his eyes, wraps his arms around your waist as you slowly eased into his affection after your momentary shock at his affectionate reaction as he deepened the kiss— which was sweeter than any candy.
❥︎ When he pulls away, his face still lingered inches from yours, and rather than marvel at a ghost— he marveled at his beloved, whose makeshift costume slowly slipped off of their head. Oh, how the tables have turned. No matter what you do, this beloved Fae of yours will always find a way to outspook your affections ♡
ꨄ︎ "𝑯𝒆𝒉𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏, 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒖𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓... 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆... 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒉𝒎?"
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✿︎☾︎ 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒂
❥︎ At seeing you pop out of nowhere, clad in the makeshift ghost attire, Varka does look slightly taken aback, taking a step back before wrapping his arms around you mid-hop, causing you to land not on your feet, but on the blonde knight instead, who recomposed himself to form a cheerful smile on his face.
❥︎ "Whoa there, darling! Dressing up to match the spooky vibes of the season, are you?" He'd muse, holding you and then up into his arms, cradling you like a marshmallow. Varka had just returned from a mission that he took his knights out with him for, so having you surprise him in such a way eased the weariness in his heart, replaced with warmth.
❥︎ As if feeling you pout beneath the blanket sheet, Varka chuckled aloud, his face of mirth before deciding to spook you in return, but in a form of affection. He presses his face against the fabric, and uses his free hand to trace over your head, and finding your cheek, he props your head to face his direction and he leans forward for a sweet kiss on your lips, right exactly on it, even with the cover of the white sheet separating you both from direct contact.
❥︎ When he pulls back a bit, he clutched you even tighter and effortlessly against his chest, still up in his arms with no hassle, feeling immense affection with a grin on his lips as he could imagine you heating up beneath the cover.
❥︎ "Heh, I can only imagine the sparks of pink covering your cheeks right now, love. Spooked your sweet heart now, didn't I?" He mused aloud, before pressing his scarred cheek up against your still-covered head, nuzzling you like a pillow rather than a ghost.
❥︎ At that, he walks away, back to your shared room, still holding you close, with glee etched in his features. You're up for one cuddly night, you can already tell.
ꨄ︎ "𝑯𝒂𝒉, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕—𝑰'𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑰'𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔. 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆."
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✿︎☾︎ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚
❥︎ Wriothesley is perceptive. But also is the kind to humor the flow of a plan hatched, that which he catches wind of— like your small giggles behind the corner of the room instantly gave the idea of a surprise waiting for him. The Duke remained unmoved however, played along, suppressing the slight smirk that has appeared on his lips. With a click of his boots, he makes his way forward.
❥︎ And when you popped out with that cute little 'boo', Wriothesley raises one eyebrow, now unable to suppress a smile. Now, that's indeed quite the pleasant surprise for the only person capable of pouring buckets of childish cuteness and getting away with it, unscathed.
❥︎ "What do we have here? Playing ghost for Halloween, love?" He remarks, eyeing you up and down, suppressing his urge to let out a chuckle when he thought how you looked like a child in such a state.
❥︎ Reaching out his arms, Wriothesley then pulls you closer and up against him after he wraps his arms around you, letting you feel his warmth even through the cloth.
❥︎ "You know, you can easily be arrested for adorably sneaking up on an unsuspecting person." Wriothesley teases and he feels you pout beneath the cover, and thus, he slowly snuck his way down to the edges of the blanket, pulling it up bit by bit as if he were opening a carefully decorated package.
❥︎ At seeing your flustered face, he lets the blanket slip off of your head, as your eyes locked on to each other, with Wriothesley leaning ever so closely, just inches away from your lips, with a softened expression on his face, and in just a split second, he steals a kiss off your lips— perhaps as a fine to how you spooked him for today.
ꨄ︎ "𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚. 𝑵𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒑 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒈 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑺𝒐, 𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆... 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒉. 𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇."
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✿︎☾︎ 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐧
❥︎ Phainon innocently called you out from the door, the moment he got home, in his enthusiastic tone as if he were some dog that had been waiting for his owner's return instead of the other way around. His work took quite awhile to accomplish, and the entire time, he could not think of anything else but to return to your warm embrace for the night.
❥︎ His boots tapped lightly on the floor, as he approached in calm strides, reached your corner, not noticing anything out of the ordinary within the comfort of you two's shared space, that is until— you hopped out of nowhere, arms raised to the front for a 'frightening look' as you led out a cute ghostly shriek.
❥︎ Phainon looked surprised, stumbled slightly before chuckling aloud, raising a hand to the back of his head, scratching it as tints of pink appeared on his cheeks. Well, now that's quite adorable rather than a spooky surprise. It reminded him that it was the Halloween season.
❥︎ "Haha, starlight, I must admit you surprised me there a little bit!" He exclaims, before turning to look back at you, still smiling, his heart fluttering as Phainon watched you marvel at your own victory just beneath the covers. He took one good look at your doodle, finding your jumpscare attempt all the more adorable.
❥︎ "Quite the setup that you have here, love. I suppose, I see this more as a treat rather than a trick." He comments, his eyes gleaming with newfound joy before it was his turn to pick you up in his arms as if you were some cat, draped the blanket off of you and in a slow motion, as the blanket remained afloat midair for several seconds, blurring out the light that seeped through the windows, you saw his blue eyes shimmer with great fondness.
❥︎ He leans in, and you closed your eyes as you relented for a reciprocated treat on the lips in the form of a sweet kiss. A romantic scene that mutually sent palpitations to your heart.
ꨄ︎ "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔...𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔. 𝑰𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔... 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒉𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆? 𝑾𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒔, 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓!"
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✿︎☾︎ 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧
❥︎ Afternoons make the General feel the most drowsy. He walked through the courtyards of his home, having snuck himself away from his Secretaries' eyes to return back home for a good rest to take his mind off the piles of work to do on his desk. Jing Yuan walked in graceful motions, feeling the soft breeze of the afternoon air and of the birds who greeted him off the trees with light chirpings of their own.
❥︎ He walked around for a bit, yawning here and there before making his routinely afternoon visit to your shared home, to check on his beloved whom he's always found himself more than eager to be with, all the time while away at work. You're usually at home during this hour. It won't be so bad to reinvigorate his energy just by seeing his Sweetheart on a daily basis, off the mornings and evenings.
❥︎ He walked through the front door, steps inside, and in calm strides, scanned his surroundings and that's when he picks up the distant sound of giggles. Jing Yuan's ears perk up with interest at the sound, and he sped up his movements a bit, following the source that led to a corner of a wall.
❥︎ It was dead quiet not until— hop! And there came the adorable ghostly shriek that came out of the ghost-dressed figure in front of him. Jing Yuan paused, raising his eyebrows at the sight, before his lips curve up to an amused smile and his drowsy eyes soon were relit to light with amusement. Now that just made his afternoon already eventful.
❥︎ "Ah, quite the adorably fearsome ghost we have here. Already expecting me at this hour, I see. You've certainly filled my weary heart with energy, my dear." Jing Yuan comments, face still in amusement, all the while he marveled at the victorious face that albeit covered by a sheet of white, he could imagine the grin and blush plastered over your face. He had known and has been with you for a long time already to be able to memorize your beauty that he found himself admiring, most of the time.
❥︎ Reaching out, Jing Yuan snuck a hand beneath the white sheet, takes your hand and leads you along down the hallways, reached your shared room, carried you up in his arms as if you were some princess, as he then sets you down on the bed, and he follows shortly after, gently drapes off the blanket that was draped over your face, easing it out as if he were draping away the red veil of a bride on a wedding night. Then, he lays both himself and you down, with the same said blanket tucking you both in comfortably for a nice cuddle.
❥︎ Jing Yuan could just get used, indeed, for afternoons like this one. You gave him quite the trick, and in turn, you earned yourself a special treat from the beloved General.
ꨄ︎ "𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆... 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑨𝒉, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏. 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒗𝒆, 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔. 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆...𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔? 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅."
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✿︎☾︎ 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲
❥︎ Ever since Sunday had boarded the Astral Express, his days are nothing short of eventful. From his days that he's usually only spent in quietness, turned into one of the merry group works. He's not complaining, however. He learned to see the joys that companionship and of venturing out into the universe has to offer.
❥︎ Sunday looked rather relaxed for the moment, sighing in relief as he clutched at his back after a day of work with some of the other Crew members, stepped into his shared living space with yours. He looked rather peaceful, ethereal even. Had you had no cover on, you would've stepped back to simply admire this beautiful angel— that is, your boyfriend.
❥︎ Sunday slowly approached the corner, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. You waited, taking his shadow and footsteps as a clue, and right exactly on time— you bounced out from where you hid, shrieked an adorable ghostly sound which caused for the Halovian to actually gasp aloud, taken aback with his small wings stiffening in place at the sight of the little ghost that have come to surprise him.
❥︎ Sunday slowly composes himself, his wings covering the lower half of his face in a bashful manner, covering up his flustered cheeks all the while his heart beat in tandem of your strings of giggles at his reaction, even though you could not see his current expression, you can imagine it well in your mind.
❥︎ "A-Ah, dearest... You've... certainly caught me off-guard. I must say, you did a good job scaring me." Sunday comments softly upon recomposing himself as his small wings fluttered back at the sides, straightened himself up before marveling at your adorable ghostly figure. He smiled even at focusing on the doodle of an attempt for a ghostly face.
❥︎ When you had started taking the blanket off of your face, Sunday reached his own hands out, interrupted your movements and turned to take it off himself, with his softened look in full view before he then carefully draped it over your shoulders, as if to keep you warm from your own chills that you have emanated before he leans down, his free hand clutching at his heart, to give you a soft kiss on the forehead.
ꨄ︎ "𝑨𝒉, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂...𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒔𝒐... 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉-𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒅?"
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✿︎☾︎ 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐬
❥︎ The piles of work that he has finished for the day, has left Logos feeling rather weary in the heart. Such are the duties that he must face as an Elite Operator, for Rhodes Island. There were his responsibilities too, as the Banshee Prince/Lord, that still finds a way to take up bits of his time in his own desk here.
❥︎ Logos walked by the merry hops of Operators and staffs alike, and of the children who giggled down the hallways, carrying baskets of treats— that even Logos himself played a part into filling, when they have come to ask for some treats. His heart feels moved alone at the sight of such merry gathering during this season. Still, his soul yearned for the comfort of his other half— you.
❥︎ He passed along the hallways that led to the dormitories and over to his shared space with his lover. You. He comes in, comfortably removes his Rhodes Island coat as the auras of the incantations emanated from it as the owner parts with it momentarily, steps inside, hands raised to remove his gloves before heading in further. He hears the light ruffling of fabric, just near where he is, causing his ears to perk up at the sound.
❥︎ He turns the corner, careful in his steps and there— he steps aback, blinking, surprised as he sees your ghostly figure hop out from where you hid and mustered a 'boo', in imitation of a howling ghost, in front of the young Banshee Lord. He was rendered speechless for a moment or two, until his lips curve to a smile, and he tilts his head away charmingly, able to blind someone with light should they stare at his ethereal expression at the moment, thanks to his beloved who did little as to spook him for fun but sent great palpitations his way in the name of love.
❥︎ "Dearest, you've certainly...gave me quite the fright, I must admit." Logos softly commented, his eyes trailing over your figure all the while you marveled at your own victory with how your hands swayed in merry movements. A sight that he took delight in watching. You always could get a reaction out of him, which he did not mind one bit. He feels alive whenever he basks in your warm presence.
❥︎ To match your playfulness however, Logos does recover himself, stepped closer with a click on the floor, reached his hands out in a careful manner, moved the blanket not to remove it but surprised you when he instead lifted it up and draped it over himself— stuffing him inside the covers with you, covering both of your figures regardless of height, and the next thing you felt, in a slow blurring motion was his lips on yours.
ꨄ︎ "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑵𝒐𝒘, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏... 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑺𝒐... 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕?"
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✿︎☾︎ 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦 (𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫)/ 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚
❥︎ Lucian is not usually one to entertain the normal motions of human life. For most of his life in the past, he had mostly been content to stay within the limelights of the shadows, and be part of the swallowing tides of darkness. But after his transition into a new person, as Tragodia, he has come to accept integration within society in slow but fulfilling steps. And that includes, acknowledging your love to its entirety, with little doubt nor reservation about whether he truly is deserving to be the object of your affections.
❥︎ Lucian still lingers betwixt the darkness he once thought himself to be a puzzle piece of, and of the newfound light in his days in the form of acceptance and interactions aboard the Rhodes Island Landship. He remained reluctant, yet, he does not take another step back. He picked up this new mantle to be the successor to the Tragodia name, with the promise of freedom and spring— a large contradiction to the life that he once possessed, when he was still within the confines of the Crimson Troupe. He is in the process of learning how to love— but he is already showing all that he's learned, in the days you remained by his side.
❥︎ Lucian had just returned from an off-R.I duty, his coat trailing from behind him, only to find himself first greeted by the sights of merry children, hopping around, baskets in hand, filled with treats and of the Operators and staff around that greeted one another the dawn of the spooky holiday spirit. It was one of those days again, he thought to himself. Halloween. A season for myths and for the departed.
❥︎ He made his way into his shared space with you, his beloved. During his absence, Lucian did make sure to exchange letters here and there with you to ensure that you stay updated with what goes on with his life so far, away from you. He gently opens the door, steps inside with care as Miss Christine then hops off his shoulder, her twin-tails swishing side by side, purring as she wanders off to who knows where. Whereas, he, with great care, took off his cloak for a more comfortable pacing in mobility, and stepped in, letting the warm lights in the room envelop his figure. He no longer feels so blinded to the spotlights, compared to before, though, with all that has happened in his life— his heart did turn weary but comparably relaxed unlike before.
❥︎ That is, until, he was about to turn a corner, only to lean backwards in surprise when you hopped up, clad only in that white blanket sheet, with an adorable doodle of a ghostly face with your hands posed for a frightening stance. Lucian's eyes were wide, in surprise, that all strings of previous thought had dissipated into nothingness at the sight of you. Yes, who else would it be, but you? He can already tell. Within the confines of his mind that are haunted by illusions of his past— you alone remained with a form of clarity. He looked speechless, stunned even that he is still registering a response within his mind.
❥︎ Then, his lips slowly curves up into a small smile. Your jumpscare certainly did relit the flames of his mind and heart, to radiate positive recollections rather than of negativity. "My starlight... You certainly do have the airs of the Halloween season in you. I must say... You make a fine actor for a ghost. Even you surprised me." He tells you, making comments as if he were a scripwriter who offered encouraging remarks about your masterpiece, to which you responded with quite the prideful pose that caused his smile to grow larger. He's completely changed.
❥︎ Hearing you giggle were like melodies to his ears, one he'd consider even finer than his own singing voice. Lucian recovers, steps closer towards you, with his spirits lifted, thanks to your spooky welcome, he reaches for the edges of your white cloak, pulls it up carefully, and drapes it around your shoulders instead with a tie to the front securing it as a makeshift coat. Then, to your surprise, Lucian, out of nowhere, responds in kind to your spooky act with a romantic one of his own. He positions both yours and his body in the posture for a dance of waltz, held your hands, and you're instantly whisked away to a small magical dance, as his response to your welcome. Lucian has flipped the script. A well disguised trick in the form of a treat. Now that he has found his will of change and life— he will show you, the depths of his feelings, for you.
ꨄ︎ "𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨. 𝐈𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭... 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐮 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭-𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞... 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮...𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐞- 𝐧𝐨, 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦."
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✿︎☾︎ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨̄ 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢
❥︎ Life in Chaldea, for Kondo, is largely a different experience compared to his past life. He had once lived through an era of war and bloodshed, with little room for the mundane joys in life that only the commonfolk can afford as a form of luxury. The Commander is no cold person, he is too warm, even, for the old world where only the fittest may survive. When he had met his end, he passed with lingering regrets and of the thought that even if he may have died, bearing still the dignity of the Commander of the Shinsengumi, he thought to have found himself unworthy of any form of love for the failures that he has committed in his life. But it's with you, and with the reunion of himself and his comrades that Kondo found himself more willing to accept life once again, with honor restored and willingness to accept the turns of affection that you and everyone else would give him.
❥︎ Kondo amused himself with the traditions of the Halloween season, with the sights of the child servants running around to all they'd encounter, asking for a trick or treat. He had great curiosity for the new world, and so delighted himself with observations, gifting of a candy or two to the kids who came by and even would surprise some of his unsuspecting comrades like Heisuke with a treat or two, in the form of a candy. It's not like Heisuke can turn him away with that innocent smile on Kondo's face, anyways.
❥︎ Late into the evening, after much wandering around amongst his fellow servants in the spirits of the spooky holiday, Kondō had not seen you the entire day due to your duties out, though he hoped that he'd be seeing you once he arrives back into his shared room with yours. You had him move in, after months of relationship with him, enough to be considered as close to let him stay as your beloved companion in the same living space.
❥︎ "Master, are you inside?" Kondo spoke aloud in a gentle tone, his long hair trailing behind him, as he announced his arrival with question of your whereabouts. He steps inside, with careful strides. The same smile remained on his face, as he stepped closer to the corner from where you were hidden.
❥︎ Little by Little, when you felt his presence draw closer, reaching the corner, you jumped out, with a cute imitation of a ghostly shriek which did make Kondo stumble backwards slightly with a low gasp, faltering in his steps momentarily before recovering himself in a split second as per his training, and took a better look at your figure. He blinked, until a chuckle slipped past his lips in great amusement.
❥︎ "Master— or should I refer to you now... My dearest, you certainly do look adorable in your gab. Ah, but of course, give yourself credit for successfully making me falter in my steps." Kondo remarks, a smile plastered over his lips, watching as you make your victory pose. He recalled back to another servant whom he had conversed with, earlier, on the topic of Halloween out of Kondo's great curiosity into learning about the present holiday spirits. You always manage to find a way to reach his heart with such gleeful motions. There's the concept of trick or treat, whom he found the most attractive when he had heard of it. Perhaps, it won't be so bad to apply what he's learned now.
❥︎ Hearing you giggle beneath that cover of yours prompted the Shinsengumi Commander to lean down, nimbly move his hands over to the fabric, tugged it upwards and an easeful motion, he lets it flutter upwards, towering above the two of you like a thin sheet of cloud. As your eyes dart upwards, observing the cloud, Kondo leans in as if he were a caretaker of this particular sunflower right in front of him, pulled in by the beams of sunshine, in a blurry slow-mode motion, he leans in and gives you a kiss on the lips, his hand cupping your cheeks as if nuzzling at the soft petals of a flower all the while the white blanket fluttered towards the side, falling with grace with a thud, but not before momentarily giving the imagery of two lovers sharing a kiss behind a book in a library of memories.
ꨄ︎ "𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅— 𝑵𝒐, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅. 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒔, 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔... 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐, 𝒃𝒖𝒕... 𝑯𝒆𝒉𝒆, 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎...𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌? 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆... 𝑰 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚."
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