#treulich

[ducismerulae]

5 little birds singing

The ebony young male settled himself down in front of his easel with a sigh that was unusually contented for him. He had found some spare time away from his work and had decided to do a bit of painting before he had to do anything else. He picked up his paint brush lavishing his canvas with such attention that he hardly notice the other enter the room. 

[lessthanworthy]

sunkissedmaiden / treulich / segarer / todoheisuke / eighth-division-captain

And, once again, he had been forced to stay inside and miss whatever chance at enjoying himself he would have had. Just because he was sick didn't mean he couldn't be out fighting with everyone else, and it really ticked him off when Hijikata said he was useless to them like this. Had to wait until he got better, is what he would say. Which was stupid because he wasn't going to get better.

So yes, Souji was pretty ticked off at this moment. But it was late and hardly anyone was awake, so surely it wouldn't be a problem if he snuck out for a bit, right? It's not like anyone would know, and staying in bed all day was just going to kill him faster, of that he was sure.

Finding a spot on the ground not too far away from the headquarters, Souji plopped himself down. It was better than sitting inside, at least. Maybe he'd practice with his sword a bit later too.

[alichinos]

2 lost golden lights

---------> [ lux-naturale & treulich ]

...This is certainly becoming tedious. Leo levels you with as fearsome a stare as he can muster. The effect is totally wasted, as the gleam of sunlight on his glasses obstruct starry eyes. A sigh later, he opens the door. 

"Visitors are only allowed on the grounds, sorry. Please do read the signs. Unless you have some business here?" Something about his tone suggests he's not sorry at all. 

He swears he's going to murder whoever came up with the stupid idea of nobles allowing commoners to visit their estate during the season. Seriously, he's Elliot's valet, not the Nightray butler. 

[cxnnaissance]

always-by-her-side

treulich

kiryuzero

—— ✢ "Make haste as a meeting awaits me."

[arbousiier]

Z: sad, sad little metaphor for my lfie

Ravioli: yes, your odd lfie

Z: crey

Ravioli waits for it

Z: I try to try

Z: is that what u were waitin' for

Ravioli: take a long hard look at your lfie

Z: wahhhhh

Ravioli: omfg Z I can't tell if you get it or not and I am almost laughing but also want to cry

Z: NO I DON'T GET IT

Z: Z pls CRIES

Ravioli: LFIE

Ravioli: L F I E

Z: OH

Ravioli: omfg

Z: /SOBBING/

Z: AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAH

Z: I CAN'T

Z: DONE WITH MYSELF

Ravioli: I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

Ravioli: IF I EVER FASHION A WORD FOR IT

Ravioli: I'LL LET YOU KNOW

Z: unobservant?

Z: SOB

Ravioli: EVEN A BLIND PERSON CAN FIND A SIGN, Z

Ravioli: I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU

Z: AHAHAHAH

[arbousiier]

In shuffles Lottie, not /quite/ able to meet Fang's gaze, though her ample skirts are perhaps a believable-enough distraction. (Oddly enough, even though she can't look at him, she /can/ manage to smile in his direction--or at least try to, before blushing crimson.) "Fang... I hope I didn't keep you, Lily, or Dug waiting. I'm ready now...."

♘: The gentle crinkling of her pannier and plentiful skirts catches his attention, and Fang turns his head ever just so in hopes that he might be honored with even a momentary glimpse of his dear companion.

He scarcely riddles out her figure through the perpetual haze. Each day inches him a bit closer to that frenzied watercolor of a world; it is a condition no mere squint, no matter how severe, may remedy. As though one pours liquid down on to his canvas, driving each color running wild and dripping away until naught but hues and muddled shapes remain.

(He needs no sight to speak to her in soft tones, to withhold pardon to the smile upon his lips.)

"Not at all, Miss Lottie." (The valet “regards" her warmly.) "…You are beautiful this evening."

And upon all others.

[arbousiier]

[ ruby, peridot, rose quartz, lapis lazuli ;u; ]

Ruby — Something that gives them strength.

[Oddly enough, his visual handicap. In his younger days, he would lapse into bouts of self-pity and helplessness because he believed himself incapable of doing anything worthwhile; he literally managed to defeat himself before he even tried. Over time, though, he realized that to keep up with another’s “average" he would need to adapt and work that much harder in order to match those basic accomplishments — and, eventually, surpass them altogether. Because of his poor vision, he pushes himself to the limit in any other way he can in order to recover lost ground, and because he uses his “handicap" as a motivational tool rather than a reason for self-depreciation, Fang has discovered that even he can have his own use.]

Peridot — Their worst nightmare?

[Failing to protect his family — even moreso than failing Glen. Though, yes, Fang feels loyalty towards his master, the actual love and affection he harbors for Lily, Lottie, and Dug eclipses that fealty entirely. Should they ever come to harm (or worse, be killed), that damage would be tantamount to destroying him, as well.]

Rose Quartz — How they display affection.

[Fang can be a bit tricky here. For the most part, he cannot help but be boisterous and playful in the presence of young Lily (and Lottie and Dug should they be present, too). He openly showers her with affection: piggyback rides, hair tousling, time spent reading and drawing together, kisses upon the top of her head… Truly, if it will make Lily smile, no matter how ridiculous he must behave, he will do it for her. His affection for his adult peers, though, is far more reserved. Dug and he have something more akin to a brotherly bond, but most of the love passed between them is expressed in silent gestures. Lottie… Well, he would never deny her physical closeness should she wish for it, but he seldom initiates it himself. Fang manages to conceal his deeper affection for her, knowing full well that she does not look at him the same way. Were he free to do so, he would idly toy with her hair and hold her hand ever so gently — and kiss the top of her head, too.]

Lapis Lazuli — Would they be a faithful partner?

[Only the most devoted.]

[arbousiier]

♘