#twocursedroses

[princesselmelloi]

( @twocursedroses​ )

“I was starting to think you’d left for good.”

“Decided to slack off for a while there?”

[perpetualquestions]

@twocursedroses​

“What are you wearing? Is it a jumpsuit? Why is it green? Are you a test subject?”

[keiisho]

Christmas morning was busier than ever. Between Anda trying to meal prep and Waver himself trying to wake everyone up, it took a bit before everyone was settled into the living room. The tree had been put up shortly after Thanksgiving, and it was large and decorated. Not with any particular theme, just with ornaments picked out by everyone.

So the tastes were a little all over the place, really. A very eclectic Christmas tree.

Still, when it was beheld on Christmas morning, it was full of gifts. An actual mountain of gifts. With the tall magus standing there with his arms crossed in his best pajamas.

“Now just sit there while I pass out gifts. No, sit there. I don’t need help. Or any of you peaking. And first-” Each of them were handed a box that each looked exactly the same. Inside was a delightfully made and yet very Christmas sweater. “Your other presents will be held hostage while we line up for a Christmas photo for next year. I will not hear any arguments. Put on your sweaters...”

--

After much grumbling, everyone was in their sweaters and in the same frame of the photo. The magus didn’t much care what it looked like, but if everyone was there that was good enough.

“And at the end of this each of you will receive one hug. That is not by choice, but by the demands of...Someone else.” A hard frown graced his features before subsiding. He sat down and began to hand out presents...

For Gray (and Add) @grayvekeep

A nice muted winter dress with matching leggings and faux-fur lined leather boots. A lining for her cloak. A delicately crafted journal with matching pen. Noise cancelling headphones. A matching tiny cozy for Add to sit in, as well as something soft to line his birdcage.

For Reines @princesselmelloi

A delicately crafted silver handmirror, at least on the outside. It was enchanted to work with her Mystic Eyes via reflection. Several winter dresses to suit her own particular style, including a new winter coat. A few pairs of fleece-lined leggings. A jewelry box with a hidden bottom big enough to keep some sort of enchantment or rune inside.

For Flat’s @chaosmagecraft

The latest edition of Flat’s favorite video game console as well as several new games that had come out (”That one is limited edition and sold out, I want to see what’s inside, too). A new headset (”Your old one smelled”). Several new outfits, a new set of warm pajamas. A winter coat.  And a full suit, the traditional first holiday gift.

For Lancer @twocursedroses

A new skinning knife as well as hunting kit. A nice forest green jacket for him to wear while doing said hunting, as well as some waterproof boots. A leather bound journal. And just a small card that said ‘I bought you a meat dryer, it will be delivered by New Years and placed in the backyard. For salting and drying meat.’. And a full suit, the traditional first holiday gift.

For Anda @underteika

A new crockpot. A new air fryer. But since those were for the house they were also definitely given new clothes, a few new records, a new winter coat that they probably wouldn’t wear. A new pair of winter boots. And a small necklace. It was a small medallion inlaid with the same runes carved outside in the yard. And some prepaid oil changes for the van.

For Zal @oneeyedpsychic

Again with the new winter coat and winter boots. The coat is a size up so she can wear it over her flannel. A few new pairs of jeans and t-shirts as well.  A new handheld game console and a few games.

For Rider @kingofconquests

A game console to match Flat’s, and a few games in common. More winter gear for him as well, mostly a jacket and boots. A few new tomes for his collection. A small blade with runes carved into it (”In case you wanted to give it a try yourself. I know magic isn’t your strong suit, but this is simple.”)

For Yuan @stormswake

Winter clothes again. The pattern seemed to be - immortals get light jackets and boots, the non-immortals get everything to bundle up with. Yuan also received a cloak, similar to Gray’s with a nice liner to keep warm. A new set of pajamas, as well as toiletries including a toothbrush (”...To keep at the house in my bathroom.”) And a full suit. The traditional first holiday gift.

For Badou @baddestdangerboy

Winter clothes - a nice deep green and warm jacket. Something stylish (maybe) that he would definitely wear. A gift certificate for a hair cut (”At least get it trimmed!”). A few certificates to the mall, you know, kid stuff. Oh and also a new lighter (”It’s not like I can stop you, anyway. So you may as well stop buying those bloody dollar lighters.”) And a nice three piece suit, tailored to Badou.

[underteika-archived]

(”...I’ve never cooked a whole deer before. Maybe I should uh, show Lancer what a supermarket is.”)

[ahrimcn-blog]

“Oi you seem familiar pal, I dont remember befriending goody two shoes like ya thou hmm...”

Guys like this he would never get along with, that said, they were were fun to mess with. “Oh I know! Did I kill you in some previous life or something? Bahaha”

@twocursedroses

[saintism]

          SHE HAS BEEN HERE BEFORE. almost these very same steps, the words which her troops utter crisp in her mind, let alone boisterous with joy and utter elation. orleans, the very siege which she had helped lift within a short span of time that seemed all but impossible---the first miracle all attested in her story. there is no missing the clink of glasses against each other in enthusiastic cheers accompanying the clatter of plates. a feast for the victors, she cannot deny that this was surely a moment of happiness to be shared, even if to achieved it through bloodshed was not something that suited her tastes.

                                              pucelle, allow me to rejoin the others for a spell?

          amethyst glances over at the voice, noting exactly who speaks it. gilles de rais, appearing in all the righteous ways he once did before her passing. it is only then she cannot help but offer a small smile; in the end, she had been glad to fight beside him in life, too. ❝ By your leave then. ❞ one nod given, he seems more than overjoyed to hear as he walks off to leave her on her lonesome, allowing her a chance to scan the festivities before falling on a lone, familiar figure. and just like that, it all becomes apparent as to what is happening.

          ❝ I do not recall having any Irish knights among my men. ❞ stated with a hint of sarcasm, though one of undoubted welcoming. ❝ But I see now. I thought it unusual at first, but it makes sense if our captors had a hand in this. ❞ a dream and memory it may be, it was not one of natural making.

                                                        「 @twocursedroses 」

[landsharkbite]

You woke up feeling like hell this morning.

It’s an improvement though, believe it or not— just a couple of days ago you couldn’t do so much as stand on your own feet. Your habitual insistence that nothing’s broken might be working against you this time around, but you’ll pay whatever price in pain you need to in order to keep strangers from touching and fussing over you. You flinch and recoil whenever somebody tries.

It’s all the more reason you’re happy for an excuse to leave your quarters and get some fresh air. First time you’ve been able to do so in a couple of months, for reasons you aren’t eager to revisit. This invitation to tea is a bit of a mixed bag, for you at least, but you don’t have any solid reason to anticipate foul play on this. Not from the guy who just very recently thrashed you to kingdom come for an entire audience.

And for once, you aren’t even mad. It was a loss you were ready for.

The café you’ve been called to is more posh than you had expected, damn near spotless. One side of the place is a wall of windows, the view serving to remind you of just how high up you are. It brightens up the place to a point where you’re almost uncomfortable, and the odd patron is staring at you and your beaten state like you’re a circus sideshow, but it’s alright. You’ll try to make the most of this, even through your case of the jitters.

No, you’re not mad. Just... confused now, as the man who’s beckoning you to his table looks nothing like the hulking, silent behemoth who crushed you like an expired graham cracker with his bare hands the other day. Only after you seat yourself across from him with a questioning look on your face do you open your mouth.

“—okay, you’re definitely not Alexei.”

@twocursedroses

[m0nstereve]

@twocursedroses

Perhaps this encounter was meant to be. Fran walked around on her own, looking for a place to sit and relax, or at least a place where she can charge herself up to continue exploring a little longer. This place had so many things to do, and absorb all the data that happen before her eyes. She was like a kid at an amusement park for the first time.

Though before she would find a place to rest, there was a hand that grasp her am, surprising the servant as she could hear the man demanding some money. 

Money?

That was something she didn’t have, but the thought never cross her mind. This man here was dangerous. He was going to hurt her if she didn’t do anything. Human or not, she had to protect herself, no matter who it is. Within a moment, Fran had a surge of strength course through her, using her free hand to grab the man’s shirt, and fling him across the alley. She wasn’t sure if the man was dead or not, nor did she care, after sensing something that almost resembles her close by. Turning to see another man there, someone with the same energy, or just a bit less then her, seeing what she had done.

“Grr.... Grrr!” She couldn’t help but growl at the new intruder, as if warning him to go away. Right now she was equipped with anything but her spike in strength for a few seconds. That wouldn’t be enough to face off against another servant.