#seizingfate

[thekindchefofhoritsuba-blog]

@seizingfate cont. from this

Yuui was humming as he was making a last-minute lunch for him and a few of the staff. He was up the night before making quizzes for the his classes and had no time in the morning to make anything. 

He had the window opened as he wanted to feel the nice cool breeze of spring. Unaware of anything else, he quietly sang as he cooked. 

[fateclipse]

hhhhhhhhhhhhh-

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[feuer-spiel]

🔖!!

For every 🔖 I will draw my muse!

[lovedreaming]

beethes and schubert sitting in a tree

        F - U - C - K - I - N - G

[landlady-otowa-blog]

👫!

1. She’s always been a fan of his music so she knew a little more about him than the other composers at first. 

2. She worries about him the most due to the lengths he goes to for whatever his current obsession is.That, and his mood swings.

3. No matter how many times she tries, she can’t resist when he does the puppy eyes thing. The coffee beans weren’t the first thing he’s done that for.

4. She actually finds it funny when he blushes

[oktova-blog]

their last encounter had been less than savory, chaos erupted within the arkhe studios & then those responsible had dared speak of passion & freedom. you are not ready yet, he had told them & it was true–– it was true even now, although there was significant improvement. mitsuru’s creation had done more harm than good & he’d yet to understand exactly why she’d created it in the first place ( he already had the ones he needed for the perfect instrument, what good was something else? ). that thing had caused chaos & he’d witnessed something new, CONTROL. there was no control in arkhe that day, but now? that musik was refined ( not enough, but closer ); he could not help but appreciate such a change ( he could not help but offer that small amount of praise it deserved ).  

❛ you’ve improved since last time, ❜ of course, because last time was CHAOS; he has no other way to describe it & he certainly had nothing else that could explain THIS. it’s as simple as that–– improvement ( chaos was the harbinger of all great changes, but he would create order within it ), a step closer to heaven. 

@seizingfate !! 

[tekla-badarzewska]

[ I did a kind of "family" link in my blog for the RPs that i know (and i follow) and i expect interact]

@lovedreaming @liederkrisis @seizingfate @oktova @chcpxn

[liederkrisis-blog]

@seizingfate

There was a  newfound spring in Schubert’s step. His shoulders rolled back, drifting in and out of Otawakan as he pleased. Hell, he even found friends outside--friends who actually cared how he felt. No, they would not understand his pain as he understood it, but at least they were sympathetic. He had a piano pushed up into his new room, and with that came nights of music coming from his room, flowing wine, and laughter. 

This was natural to him. 

And granted, the others who lived there wanted to see what was going on. Not that Schubert would let them in. Not even Beethoven Senpai. Or, really, he was just calling him Beethes. No honorific. No Herr. Why should he show respect to a man who didn’t even see him? 

You’d think the man went blind, not deaf, not seeing the man under his nose. 

The last of his guests had left, as had the cheap wine in his system, and he was quietly corking the open bottles, humming to himself. Yes, how nice it was to be with people who cared. And a soft rapping was at his door. If it was Kanae complaining about the noise, she would have been louder. Perhaps one of his friends needed him to call a cab? Or--

“Beethes?” A slight surprised twitch of the eyebrow, once he opened up. “No, you’re still not invited. Schubertiade is over anyway, get out.” He’s trying not to break the wine glass in his hand. “Shoo.”