#rp; iris

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@guilty-love / Continued

No reply immediately, huh...? Must be busy. Which is fine, because a wait gives her some time to cool off her heart, taking a seat in one of the lobby's...admittedly quite nice chairs. Plush and incredibly soft-

Hurried footsteps catch her ears before his voice could ever lift, turning...and eyes going wide in immediate delight, hurrying up from her chair.

There-! There is he is!!!

And suddenly, all that time apart wasn't so bad at all. Because it well and truly amplified her own joy at seeing him again, and the relief that swept through her heart and seeing every detail through her own eyes. (No videos, no reporters, no photographers... This Klavier, with his eyes shining brighter than any star.)

"Klavier!!!" Goodness, did he really just call her an angel?! Not that it matters, because he just seems to know her, inside and out. Arms opening wide as she darts from her moment's hesitation, giggling her way over until she collides into him; arms curling around his neck, cheek to his shoulder, and laughing with more freedom than she ever got back in Hazakura.

Back with Klavier... She didn't have to worry about such things. Dare she say it, she didn't often have to worry about a thing; given how well he understood her, he was both comfort and protector. (And hopefully, she gave off something similar for him...?)

"I missed you," she murmured softly, arms tightening just slightly; pulling them a little closer together. "But... I'm so glad you're home, now."

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“Hello, meine Liebe. It’s good to see you again.” Klavier smiles brightly when Iris opens the door and doesn’t hesitate at all to step in. The walk from the car to the gate wasn’t that far but up here in the mountains the air is cold and crisp and he’s glad to get out of the windy weather. “Thank you for your hospitality. I’m glad I took the car and not the motorbike – I would have frozen to death on my way up here!”

   “Oh, I don’t know... I hear a good freeze once and awhile is good for the health,” she teases, though the smile...doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Warm, but lacking her usual energy, for sure. Closing the gate behind him, it’s only then that she follows his steps to the temple, knocking the snow off her sandals before stepping in and taking off her warding hood.

   “It’s good to see you again, as well, though. Somehow, it already feels like it’s been forever! Have you been well?” A pause, that smile warming to something closer to her usual smiles. “...I see you’re already putting my gifts to use~”

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itsgottabethebutz‌:

For a few seconds, Larry definitely blacked out from the strain of wandering around the mountain in the blizzard for a long time. After his car stalled, it had been all walking uphill—literally—until he’d reached the temple. Lucky for him that the storm hasn’t reached whiteout conditions yet, otherwise he’d be in serious trouble. In any case, he slowly comes to just as Iris begins to walk him over to the fire. The young acolyte must be a lot stronger than she looks!

…Merry Christmas.

He murmurs, his voice strained and raspy from the cold. Larry attempts to smile, but his lips are too frozen! There won’t be any kissing for some time, so Iris can breathe easy there: he’s far too tired for such a thing. Shaky gloved hands go to Iris’s own lily-white pair; while he doesn’t yet have the strength or control to hold her hand, he can at least kind of…just rest his hands on top of hers.

   “And a to a happy new year,” she hums, giving a short laugh. What a dork. Nearly freezing to the core and the first thing he thinks to say is merry christmas? Honestly... Still, she’s smiling. So who’s the real dork here? (They both are.)

   Once he’s suitably patted down of as much snow as Iris could pry off of him, she nudges them both closer to the fire, intent on making sure he’s warmed up as much as possible... Even to the point she’ll have to indulge him in couple-y things later; his hands are taken- one at a time- to be rubbed between hers, getting warmth and circulation back into them.

   “Tea or hot chocolate?” It seems like a random question, but he needs the heat. After braving that storm, especially his fingers and insides... It’s just all about what flavor he feels like indulging in.

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@guilty-love || Continued

[TXT]: Weeeeeeeelllllll, do you have free time coming up? Either in the time-frame of today or sooner? Cause as mentioned, I’m in LA right now... Somehow, it’s way more active than I ever expected it to be, on that note. [TXT]: Makes Ivy University feel like the school version of Chisana!

[TXT]: Anyways, I figured tackling the city on my own for a bit would be a good idea. Get adjusted ahead of time, you know? So Bikini already knows I’ll be out for about a week, hanging around here. [TXT]: I’ve got Akemi and Yoshirou looking after the temple and acolytes in my place...and I wasn’t sure what you were up to, so I managed to talk to Amako about potentially staying at her grandfather’s apartment complex, if you weren’t ready for me or anything.

[TXT]: I figured this was a tad bit of a surprise, so I wanted to cover my bases from the get-go!

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Well hey, Cinderella, you’re beautiful either way! You’re not just the sweet invention of a lover’s dream, heh heh!

   “O-oh! Laurice, it’s you...” Oh my, how embarrassing! “Th-thank you...”

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@objectionabl3 || Continued

   If he was feeling a little dazed, then surely he’d understand the racing of her own heart, right? It was too easy, remembering why she ended up falling for him. Playfully teasing his spiky hair, being charmed with every overly-cheesy line and compliment he showered upon her. Enchanted with how his eyes sparkled or how big his smile could get. It was like dating the embodiment of sunshine...

   ...It’s just a shame she was a cloud on that point in their lives. Doing all she could to keep that shred of happiness going, but... It had been built on lies, peppered with little truths. The hints of Iris’ true self behind the deception. Not that...they mattered much, in the end. Still helped Dahlia deceive him, nearly cost him his life, and the resulting trial never made her want to confront and apologize the person she loved most.

   Dahlia...did always say she was a coward, huh?

   “Of course,” the words fall out naturally, half stuck in her own fretful head while the other half... He gives her such an intense, yet soft gaze sometimes. It’s making her flush. “I can promise you that my sister wasn’t very good at crochet or sewing... Her writing was lovely, but place some needles in her hands and she couldn’t make a hat.” A pause, looking down at her lap.

   “...I always tried to leave hints of myself with you. She wasn’t much of a cook, but I’ve helped Bikini in the kitchen for years. Knitting is easy for me, so giving you that sweater... I don’t like lying. Yet, I didn’t...want to abandon my sister, either. Not when everyone else already had.

   “I’m so, so sorry it turned out this way, Mr. Wright.”

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@doku-no-akuma

   The little cafe was quiet today, the music low and playing a song done on piano while the warm drink before her had done no good to wake the shrine maiden up, after all. In the end, the time was on it’s way... Succumbing to exhaustion from working so hard at the temple and take a well-deserved nap right on the cafe table.

   Right as Iris slid forward, ready to accept her fate, the bell on the door went off, bringing a fierce, biting-cold wind in along with the new guest; Iris shuddering from the cold on her warmed skin.

   “Welcome to Symphony of Coffee! Give me a moment,” Trevor- the shopkeep- called out from back in the kitchen. Curious, Iris’ eyes slid over to the front. A...blonde man wearing glasses had come in. Looking charming with snowflakes all over him, but...with an aura that was painfully familiar.

   ...Iris won’t think any more of that. Just mix up her drink a little more idly with her straw before taking another drink. It’s probably not a big deal, anyways...

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distanttracesofbeauty‌:

Dahlia keeps an even tone as she addresses her twin, eyeing her carefully. Iris seems absolutely terrified of her: good. She should be. The anniversary of Dahlia’s execution is nearing, and the powerful spirit’s energy is magnified because of it.

What’s the matter, Iris? Cat got your tongue? It’s only little old me.

She tilts her head to the side gently, but there’s no soft smile to accompany the familiar gesture.

How is life treating you, sister? You look well enough. Perhaps…perhaps you’re in love?

   “I... Your execution date...” Is all she can make out, her expression quickly morphing into a pained one. All the words Iris wanted to say and even now she can’t say them.       All the apologies she’s ever wanted to make for being a failure to Dahlia, for not being there... They can’t make it past her throat, much less past her lips.

   (I’m so sorry...)

   “I-I...suppose I’m doing...okay? I thought...this would be the time that I...finally realize your gone. It never hit me, while in prison, but now...” They at least gave Iris the ashes. No body, but that’s fair; she had gotten ill enough on the intrusive thoughts about it, the nightmares that haunted her.

   Ashes and a tombstone were fine enough.

   Though confusion fills her eyes at Dahlia’s last guess. She... She isn’t wrong, as usual, but the sudden topic has Iris feeling chills. How did she...? What tells does she give that Dahlia knows so well...?

   “I... Why do you ask?”