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How to Tame Your Siegfried

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     “Excuse me...”

     He was the first person she saw, not like her eye could travel anywhere else but that long mane of white hair. It was wild and gorgeous, absolutely eye-catching, so it’s no wonder.

     A cupcake was held in her outstretched hand in a dainty thumb and forefinger, making sure she barely touches it at all.

     “They accidentally gave me two at the sweets shop, so I thought I’d give it away... Would you like it?”

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“Now stop me if I’m wrong;”

“But have you ever used a giant glass sword?” 

[chamoize]

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Light on her feet, and quick in her movements. She was fierce as a lioness on the prowl, all the while still keeping that gentle appearance about her. Every movement displayed confidence-- they were fluid, almost like watching art in motion. When the tip of the sword collided with midpoint of the training dummy, the doll was sent flying a short distance before hitting the ground cleanly. Nel held her position before letting her arms fall to her sides. Sweat beaded as she took a moment's rest. A deep inhale-- maybe some water would be useful.

While the former tres didn't quite condone needless violence, it was still necessary to brush up on the basics. After all, it was more than possible that she had gotten rusty during her time in the city. In a circumstance where force was the only option, uncertainty on her behalf would lead to casualties. Ergo, she ended up at the nearest training grounds for the past hour. Enjoying what she thought to be solitude, indulged in the confines of her thoughts until she was satisfied with her work.

A break from such vigorous activity was now in order, and her desire for refreshment would carry her over to a small table, where a few ice cold bottles of water were neatly assorted. Grabbing one, and twisting the cap off with ease, she took a long, well-earned drink before even noticing that someone else was here. It was odd that Nel had let her guard down enough to miss something so obvious, and that weighed on her as she set the water bottle down; face going hot, searching for words. "Sorry-- did my training become a hassle to you somehow?" 

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If we kissed?

[x] Quickie.[] Tongue.[] Softly bite your lip.[] We wouldn’t.[] Long and meaningful.[] Let’s hit up the bedroom.[] You remember last time?[] Awkward…[] Lol no.Would I go out with you?[] Yes, definitely.[x] No.[] I want to, but it wouldn’t work.[] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family.[] You’re cute, but probably not.[] Just simply not my type.[] If I knew you better.[] Already did.[] I don’t know.If we took a picture together, we’d be…[] Hugging each other.[] Just chilling.[] Holding hands.[] Kissing.[] Acting dumb.[x] Normal picture.[] You holding me from behind.You are…[] Cute/Pretty.[x] Good looking.[] Sexy.[] All of the above You + me + room = …[] Movies.[] Cuddling.[x] Hanging out.[] Kissing.[] Playing games.[] Everything.[] Wouldn’t let you in.You should…[] Hit me up.[] Be mine.[] Marry me.[] Reblog this so I can send you a heart.[x] be studyingIf we got married, I’d…[] Divorce you.[] Make kids.[] Take your money and bounce.[] Smash every day.[] I would cheat on you.[] Be faithful.[] Kill you in your sleep [x] We wouldn’t

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Lips part briefly to form a dog like snarl, ebony eyes flickering with distrust and anger. How dare they keep her abilities away from her! How dare they deter her from her goal--!! One might say that her goal doesn't matter here, but it does. It Does! She can't stop. Won't stop, unless they are avenged. Even if she has to kill him over and over!

“You!” Her voice cracks as she speaks, long years of silence finally broken. She doesn't bother to think about the identity of the person she's talking to; in fact, the appearance of the other doesn't even register to her. Instead, her eyes are blind to everything except the rage she feels in her heart. “Where is Jack Noir? Is he here? Answer me!”

The answer received is unimpressive to say the least, but that surely can't be the fault of the other. The Prospitian Monarch offers a whispered 'thank you' in response, before she departs, just now realizing how harsh her words were. Apologetically, her head hangs low as she removes herself from the other's presence.

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