#side-wilardo

[livelyblades]

// @side-wilardo from here

Ashe stepped back, gazing at Wilardo’s movement with an uncommonly neutral expression. In different circumstances, the researcher would have been irate at the prospect of someone going through the objects in his drawers: however, he was so honestly exhausted that night the offense barely registered in his mind.

He picked up his treat, staring for a moment before taking a modest spoonful of it. He shivered at the sudden cold sensation on his tongue, a small, content smile forming on his lips.

“Well,” He started, turning his attention back to Wilardo, “I am working on an article about the Reconquista, as well as editing an essay on the european witch-hunts... And I might also be drafting something about the history of colonialism in Spain in my free time...”

Feeling a new wave of fatigue, Ashe fluttered his eyes closed, deciding to focus solely on enjoying the ice cream brought to him. The sweet taste contrasted sharply with the bitter sensation in the back of his throat, brought by coffee and hours of upon hours of work.

“...I...” He murmured, sighing, “...Appreciate your visit. Thank you.”

[kiminomahoutsukai]

(side-Wilardo) Ask Roulette

Send me “Askbox Roulette!” to see what you get!

Result: “Shot in the head (well this is Russian Roulette after all)”

(CW: violence, blood, bullets to the head and the like. y’know, things that happen when you get this kind of prompt by chance.)

“Wh–” Noel barely has time to react to Wilardo pulling the trigger, much less the bullet going through the right side of his face. The demon instantly covers the right side of his face with both hands, hoping the immortal didn’t catch a glimpse of the contorted flesh and glassy eyes hidden by his hair.

He stumbles back a few steps, ending up against the wall, quivering in pain but managing to stay on his feet, holding up surprisingly well for someone who got shot in the head. “W-What the hell was that for, Wilardo?!” He stammers, glaring daggers at the man with his one good eye. He coughs and spits up blood, covering his mouth with his left hand as he does so. “I thought I’d be the least of your concerns…!”

Noel is incredibly pissed off by this development, but he knows he can’t kill Wilardo anyways. Not only because he’s not allowed to, but because the bastard’s immortal on top of that. He’s a dead man within minutes, he’s sure.

[rosereddemon]

❥ (side-wilardo)

Send  ❥ to hug my muse from behind.

@side-wilardo

“Get your damn hands off of me.” She doesn’t care who it is behind her, don’t touch her without permission!

[clairelfords-blog]

👋 (side-Wilardo)

Helping Wilardo sort out flowers was surprisingly fun! Sorting out different kinds of flowers was its own kind of entertainment, the same type of fun one would get from organizing books alphabetically or by color. Though… was this supposed to involve Wilardo moving Claire’s hair away from her face?!

“U-Um!!” Claire began, “Thanks, Wilardo…!!! W-Well, I suppose that now I can see the flowers better, am I right!?”

She frowns a little bit at herself. Claire had never been good at wriggling herself out of flustering situations…

[livelyblades]

(Side-Wilardo) <3 -either Ashe can pick him up or Wil can pick up Ashe-

“Up you go, up you gooo~!”

As swift as a fox, Ashe’s arms snaked around Wilardo’s waist, wrapping around the immortal’s torso and pulling him up.

One would guess someone with a slim figure such as Ashe would have a harder time accomplishing such a feat: but Wilardo was small, and Ashe did have some muscle strength on him.

But most importantly, Wilardo was small.

And really, that was all the reason Ashe needed to do what he did.

“Ahhh~ I’ve wanted to do this ever since I first met you!” Ashe cooed, softly rubbing his cheek against the other’s back. “So cute~”

[livelyblades]

(Side-wilardo) He merely grinned, “Oh come on. I brought vodka and icecream.~ Eh? Eeeh? You’ve been stressed, you need a break.”

“...Ohhh?”

Ashe raised an eyebrow from the gap he had opened between his door and the wall, before huffing an amused laugh and opening it fully for Wilardo to enter his paper-filled room. 

“I would rather tell you I am far too busy with research,” he replied in a low, almost secretive voice, “...But you do offer up a good bargain. Come in, come in~”

Even though the researcher smiled as usual, no facial gymnastics could hide the dark rings under his eyes and his slouched posture.

He really did need something to distract his hyperfocused mind.

[livelyblades]

(side-Wilardo) He has walked up behind the preoccupied seated researcher and wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling the back of his neck. “Mmm.. you’re warm.”

Ashe winced, almost dropping the small book from his hand. He held his breath for a good moment, relaxing only once Wilardo’s voice and the characteristic scent of gunpowder reached his senses. 

He sighed in slight relief, a slight smile gracing his lips. 

“What, are you feeling cold now~?” His tone was playful as he raised his hand, careful not to disturb the other’s position, and slid his fingers between thick, navy locks of hair. “Or are you just feeling a little needy for attention, hm?”

[jizeruzizel-blog]

(Side-Wilardo) <-this Wil

Send me the name of a character and my muse will give their opinion on them.

“Hard to say. Someone who refuses to show any sort of emotion except to those he’sinfatuated with.”

“A rather interesting person, overall.”