#saintsong

[awwfulsounds]

Saintsong Espresso EPC-1 mini personal computer runs Microsoft Windows 98 SE operating system Taiwan 2000 (x)

[devilbring]

It’s a cycle that never seems to end. Eclipse after eclipse after eclipse, and every time it happens, every time those sudden shadows dawn overhead, he finds himself freezing in his tracks and coming here. In spite of the dwindling hope he waits at a distance, more often than not starting to turn his gaze to his phone out of boredom, watching the unfamiliar faces that awaken and startle at their new surroundings.

Always waiting. Always waiting. For the face that he loves the most, who he would do anything for.

He glances up from his phone, passive and disinterested as another taxi rolls up to collect a hapless passenger and deliver them to their new housing. His phone beckons, and he nearly misses her. Nearly. Nero double-takes and at once he rises to his feet. His heart skips a beat. “Kyrie...?” He murmurs, as though she can hear him at this distance.

The phone drops from his hand with a clatter. Suddenly so unimportant that he doesn’t bother to pocket it before starting to run. A car comes to a screeching halt in front of him, and honks, but he ignores it. Trish warned him that this was no place for Kyrie-- that there’s no guarantee of keeping her safe-- and yet all of that seems irrelevant now that he sees her.

                                   “KYRIE!!”

He yells, and for the first time his voice emerges broken with joy. Raw, unbridled passion. The moment she comes within reach, he takes her into his arms, into an embrace he wondered if he’d ever get to give her again. He laughs, and gives a smile, relieved and overjoyed all at once. He can’t help himself-- he’ll even lift her off her feet and give her a spin. “I thought--” he manages, so many words fighting to be said all at once, “I thought I’d never get to see you again.”

( Let the curse of this place be cast aside for now, @saintsong​. He will fight a thousand wars and fend off a thousand stars if it means keeping you safe. )

[heclingmuzik]

@saintsong​

Hopefully they don’t mind that she took a seat right behind them as they sing. It seemed that the two had the same idea in mind. Ismael enjoyed playing the violin for the little creatures that came to the tree to enjoy themselves. A perfect place AND perfect acoustic sounds! 

“Are you like an angel or something? You have a REALLY beautiful voice!”

[devilbring]

“Could be a lot worse, right?” He says, leading Kyrie out to the deck of his assigned apartment, “Never really noticed it until now, but... being able to see the beach from here... it’s nice.”

( He looks to you for your approval, @saintsong​. Whether you prefer the condo in Archimedes or his humble Golden Ward home-- where you go, he’ll follow.  )

[errantkatana]

@saintsong

It’s not what you’d expect.

The sleeping body of a near-fully grown ex-soldier laying on your couch, surrounded by a trio of dinosaur plushies.

And it’s not until about 1 pm Zero wakes up, thinking no-one is home, and begins smashing them together for fun. From the angle, it’s his rough arms above the back of the couch, leviathan and behemoth’s tiny light up hearts growing brighter as they get closer to each other.

“Raaaaaaahhhhhhhh!! I’ll kick your ass!”

A third green dinosaur, a triceratops he made himself at the art gallery a day before, kicks up from his foot, hitting the ceiling before hitting him in the face.

“Pfuh!”

It rolls to the floor, and seeing unfamiliar feet, Zero sits up, staring straight faced, confused, and avoiding eye contact. 

“Uh. Goodmorning.”

[devilbring]

For once, he’s woken up before her. Where he once would have started his morning routine with checking his phone for new messages, or listening to the sound of the birds outside his window, he instead rolls over-- carefully-- and watches Kyrie’s sleeping face with a satisfied, small smile.

( He’s resisting the urge to brush the hair from your face so badly, @saintsong​. )

[fcxrcin]

@saintsong​

There’s an unfamiliar presence in her dojang. Nothing threatening. She knows she’s not in danger, so perhaps someone who’s interested in learning martial arts? It’s what pulled Hansol out of her meditation state on the ground and have her rising to her feet. Before the Gumiho turns, she picks up a familiar scent. Is Nero here too? She’s ready to greet the both of them when she fully turns to face not two, but just one person. A woman with Nero’s scent.

And it takes her a moment to process the why and then it clicks, “Welcome to Radiale, Miss Kyrie.” She folds herself into a respectful full bow and when straightened back up to her posture, she smiles warmly. Everything is probably confusing. Kyrie is probably worried about the possibilities of things here and while Nero is with her....things will only just get harder. It concerns Hansol to no end. She worries. 

“Ah, my name is YI Hansol. Are you by chance lost?” Because she certainly isn’t dressed to be ready for some training if she were interested in picking up self defense!