#v; labyrinth

[myriadtrvths-blog]

@rnaragidyne (continued from ask here)

Another Fool. Souji had been trying to keep pace with Minato as they moved through the labyrinth, formulating all of the questions they had for him in their head. How had their Persona first appeared? What was Tartarus like? Was his Velvet Room inside a weird limo, too? As they descended the stairs, Souji saw an opportunity, and walked closer to Minato. Too close, as it turned out.

In their movement across the stairs, their foot crossed Minato's, and he tumbled down to the next floor. Shit. They hurry to the bottom of the stairs, half-shouting apologies on the way down.

"So sorry! I didn't mean to-" Souji pauses as Minato begins laughing, despite the blood dripping down their face. That was...not the reaction they'd been expecting. For safety's sake, they cast a quick Dia over their chuckling co-leader before bending down to apologize yet again. Although, maybe if they were laughing...

"Looks like you've really fallen for me at this group date, huh?" The joke felt too harsh as it left their mouth. They sighed, "It really was an accident, though..."

[myriadtrvths-blog]

@rnaragidyne

"Sorry to bother but...could I see your notes on the last dungeon? I was working on maps in the food court and now there's...meat jelly in a few places."

Souji had been planning on starting on a fresh sheet of paper soon, anyway. The old map was starting to retain the sickly sweet perfume smell of the Group Date Cafe, and now that it had mixed with the grease from the food court tables it was practically unbearable. There was always something refreshing about putting the first mark on a blank page, anyway.

[ephorix]

Labyrinth

His eyes opened slowly, narrowing by the bright rays of sun that shone down on his. A soft huff escaped the lanky boy his lips, covering his eyes with his arm. A deep sigh escaped his lips before he hit the alarm clock to make it shut finally up. His fingertips stroke along his fresh tattoo on his collarbones. How he remembered passing out doing that one. Not really thinking about how much that one might hurt. But really, what was described as hurt? Did he even really know hurt? He quickly got up, taking a shower before he gathered his stuff and threw them in the trunk of his car.

“Lets go this through once more.. Do you really have everything you need?” Evan rolled his eyes, eating his cereals as he high lighted some quotes in one of his fathers books. First he always described biographies to be the most boring thing ever, but over the years, he had grown a love for it to find out how people thought and knew many last words. His father way utterly annoyed by the fact he highlighted the quotes and so he snatched the book away. “Hey! I was busy with that.” He complained as his father turned around around again. “I told you so many times not to highlight in my books Deldicque! Thats really one thing I am glad about once you are gone son.” Evan laughed softly as he shook his head slowly. “Fine fine.” Evan muttered as he told then finally his parents goodbye. His father always assumed he was walking in his footsteps, going to the same college as he had been and his grandpa. Even though his sister was about to go for her first year, she was known as a snog, as they would call it there, the rich kids, thinking they were better than anyone else. He hoped he wouldn’t be judged on that.

Once he arrived in college, the hot Florida, he pulled his bags out and searched for his room, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he unpacked his suitcase, but got interrupted by a guy, shorter than he was, slick long black hair and a goofy smile. Soon he found out his name was Chip.. Or his nickname on which he insisted to call him like that. ‘The colonel‘. The colonel walked him to one of the girls her dorm, which she had for herself since her roommate never came back. “Hey Tash, this is Evan.. Deldicque. Guess who his sister is Guinevere!” The boy laughed, whilst Evan studied the girl, being totally smitten by how she looked. “Hi.. Nice to meet you.”

[literallygold-blog]

"I Move the Stars for No One."

itsmorethanacup

Rumpelstiltskin was in the business of striking deals, bringing to life people's inner desires for a small added price. What he was not was some knock off fairy god mother, who went around granting wishes out of the 'goodness of his heart.'

But this time was different. He remembered Belle, from long before he'd become the Dark One. He remembered her kindness, particularly towards his son; she had been a child then, but that didn't make it any less genuine. Now, she was crying out for help, and he felt more than inclined to comply.

Belle wanted freedom from her father? So be it. Rumpelstiltskin planned to free her indefinitely. 

It took less then a flick of the wrist for the deed to be done. In a matter of mere seconds, the king was far from his castle, locked away where he could never trouble his daughter ever again. Rumpelstiltskin expected Belle to be grateful, though he wouldn't be particularly displeased if she felt otherwise. As far as he was concerned, he'd done his part. He had broken his own guidelines for her, and that was justification enough.