#serirosea

[ashens-a]

me: takes maybe 15 months to reply to two one - liner starter  nita, within an hour: here is your order of content, with cute on top, anything else?    

@serirosea

[lorddiiavolo]

@serirosea​ said: sends this because i need the world to know how much i love you. u_u

     sends love back in a tightly sealed envelope because I also need the world to know how much I love and appreciate you U_U you spoil me with all the fluff that I lack AKSFJAH EVEN THE ANGST, BLESS 

[teslagravity]

                                                                                                                            impietas.

          It began with a death.

The Velenosian minister of foreign affairs had been found dead in his home. At first, it hadn't been considered suspicious, given the man's pre-existing conditions. But then there was another, and another...

Three ministers and one officer on the council. The string of deaths prompted a request for protection and investigation. Seeing as they weren't able to contain the situation on their own, and seeking to keep the news from spreading outside of the country, a third party had been appointed rather than a political ally. An army by contract---Yggdrasil, led by Lars Alexandersson---had been given the task of assisting the Velenosian military in protecting the nation from any potential threats.

It was then that the attacks escalated; this time they had come for the head---the Princess herself.

Thankfully, the attempted had been thwarted by the Princess' new protectors. Upon capturing one of the assailants, the council was shocked to learn that they had hailed from a supposedly allied country, the Republic of Silva.

The two nations had been allies for decades, trading resources and labour as needed. This string of attacks were baffling to all, and answers were demanded of the President, Antonio Aquila. Unfortunately, he had mysteriously passed before any information could be acquired. He was succeeded by his daughter, Cosima Aquila, who vowed to find those responsible for the murders, as well as her own father's death.

It had been months since then. Tensions between the two nations were rife, with some going as far as chasing some Silvans residing in Velenosia out of the country. The people called for justice, some called for war; despite these demands, many people of Velenosia feared conflict.

"An attempt on Her Highness' life is an act of war! We can't discount this act as those men being simple rogues! This was premeditated!!" General Rosso, the head of the Velenosian forces, bellowed from his seat in the council chamber.

"We must leave for Silva at once, they've had their time to mourn their loss. We must demand answers!"

"Calm yourself General," Isa, one of the chancellors urged, "it was agreed upon that we would organize a meeting with President Aquila once Her Highness gave the word. As of late she has not done so."

Eyes around the council chamber soon fell on the young monarch, awaiting a response.

"Your Highness, we can't allow this treachery to go unpunished. Allow us to travel to Silva and bring you justice." Her General pleaded.

@serirosea​

[nanakorobi]

❛   in matters where hollows do not show us mercy,   yours is granted whenever you seem fit   ——   you assume to know their suffering.   ❜   //   @serirosea  ( ♥ )

[baskervilled]

 @serirosea​ ​​liked this for Alice!

◊ | “Wait a sec, you’re not Oz’s sister! Who’re you?”

[defates]

serirosea asked : she loves celebrating birthdays and offers but a small festive cake to the man, baked with her own two hands, ‘ happy birthday! ’

        trite   schedules   perdure   even   into   the   yearn   of   days’   recess    ,     much   unlike   you     ,   a   craving   of   halcyon   intervals     —     gold   to   ascend   upon   weariness     .     hallways   of   dead   echoes    ,    this   city   is   none   other   than   wasting   spirits   ,    ghost   psyches   dominant   over   lungs   that   expand   with   egotistical   sirens     .     you   don’t   anticipate   the   melodious   tune   when   you   turn   the   corner    ,    unaware   that   any   other   could   accompany   the   space   of   void     .    golden   tresses   lambent   amongst   dusk     ,     mellow   in   contrast   to   karanomori’s   fiery   luminary    ,     but   one   cordial   to   taciturn   zeal    waning   to   a   muted   zilch     .      you   recall   the   avid   figure   during   investigations    ,    and   hesitance  soften   by   the   rippling   sea   in   ocean’s   eyes     . 

        ‘    analyst     .    ’     palatable   confection   upon   palms     ,     a   token   for   the   occasion   that   antiquated   beneath   your   heavy   mind     .     your   fingers   take   to   the   plate     ,     the   vast   of   glance   warm   with   the   favour   of   amity     .      ‘     …    thank    you     ,     although    you   didn’t   have   to     .     join   me     ,    if   you   will    ,    i   shouldn’t   indulge   myself   too   much     .     ’

@serirosea​​  /      gino’s  birthday  asks   .

[ryusxnka-moved]

>:T

                        T he  nano-instant  the  adolescent  distinguished a  woman’s  Energy,  her attendance at his endeavoring posterior, his appendages abruptly ceased in motion.  –  Cool, enthusiastic, palm immobilizing, hovering still, in close proximity, aloft a tray of manifold newly baked delicacies. —  Beautified cupcakes uniformly smeared in roseate icings and diminutive pieces of prism bonbons.  —-  Hitsugaya, who was in one of his customary patrols ‘round the castle, had been struck by  the roaring anguish of hunger and thus  immediately thought he’d hastily purloin, the men here could not perceive his spiritua l existence offering him easement in conducting his objection, something from the dwelling to subjugate its distractive properties ‘fore proceeding forward with his task in hand.  But alas, he had failed. The locality’s princess, the guardian of its perseverance,  had caught him red-handed. Tense shoulders are gradually slumping in aggravated disappointment- He’d almost, as in it hadn’t forded his mind, forgotten that  she was capable  of not only seeing but  feeling his wintry  presence. “ …. Hey. “  Damn.

[rosenill]

           @serirosea     /    starter call !            

     ❛      oh? princess peach?       ❜ the elder man may mused surprised as he makes his way gently walking around or over the flowerbeds. ❛       what are you doing here by yourself...? where are your companions?       ❜