#vancreux

[pyropalle]

𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 , mulling over whether or not he should be getting the redhead anything for her birthday considering the recent development regarding her sudden feelings when it came to him. feelings that to him, were completely 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 as he had done nothing save be kind to her for one sole purpose ; gathering information on a certain tribune.

now that he had gotten what he wanted, there was no point in continuing this charade. alas, he was never one to be too cruel, but he couldn't quite deduce what path would be the best to take when it came to her. hence, he decided to make his gift a parting one ── a small silver bracelet with multiple different charms attached to it. inside a written note with naught but one line ; i won't be seeing you anymore, sorry.

the thought of asking kurasame to deliver the gift had crossed his mind as he didn't want to deal with the confrontation that would sans a doubt follow. however, in the end, he decided to show up at the 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 spot, box in hand 'fore placing it 'fore her. ❝ happy birthday. i can't stay, got a mission, but here. goodbye. ❞ tone of indifference & a gentle lie, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 '𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. // ace for cross

The day was marked with a few congratulations since early at dawn. The Chancellor of the Dominion had many a quirky habits his niece, Serah, had grown accustomed to ever since he took the child under his care. Khalia was an early riser, on his feet without the first rays of sunlight having made an appearance yet, and the woman of bloodred hair sort of ingrained in herself that routine as well. Today, nevertheless, the Chancellor knocked on her door while she was still in bed.

Indulging in the vicissitudes of a birthday, choosing to remain abed for an extra hour or two, raising from the warm mattress solely to open the door and greet uncle Khalia, who brought good wishes and a present with him; he prayed the blessings of the Vermilion Crystal would reach Crosseyra for yet another year, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Two hours later, they knocked on her door again. The Ice Reaper delivered a small cake as a birthday present and chose to have breakfast with the former princess before his labors began with Class Zero; his monstrous companion tagged along, as usual. Tea and bread and eggs and milk, with a slice of vanilla cake.

An hour past midday, however, one more visitor showed up at her door. To hide the glint of endearment in those pale-blue eyes of hers was futile for the mere second it lived. Even then, it seemed a waste of efforts to hide those feelings for Crosseyra was sure the cadet had noticed them, however, she reveled in that charade anyway, standing as the only shield that could protect her from the embarrassment.

'Ace'... That was all she managed to spell, cut short by his rushed greetings and goodbyes. The girl blinked twice, tads and bits of confusion washing over her visage, and hands took the small box hesitatingly for she struggled to find any words at all to say. "Tha... Thank you, you should't have..."

Finishing that sentence... was perhaps asking too much of his time, because Ace took his leave almost immediately.

The sigh that abandoned her lips resonated with the click of the door being closed. He remembered, that's what counts, Crosseyra thought, inspecting the wrapped box in delicate fingers. Such a petite thing, much sobriety in the enveloping, had to just pull from one end of the blue lace to have it undone.

Digits caressed the exquisitely forged charms for a very, very, long time; if she rubbed it hard enough, long enough, perhaps it'd grant her a wish, any wish, thought the girl. It took her mind off the note and the pretty handwriting on it. More importantly, off the words and the sense behind them.

She had forgotten her place in this world, yes, however, this was the painful reminder long overdue.

Crosseyra, in her wishful thinking, wanted to take comfort in the small chance their time together was enjoyable for both, a memory he could visit every now and then, if nostalgia or boredom ever allowed it. Deep down, she knew that wasn't the case.

Her eyes followed the chirping of a nightingale in the terrace, singing.

She took a deep breath, deep enough to fill her lungs with life again, and with life she felt the sadness that left her crying alone.

Ace ( @vancreux ) / Happy Birthday, Cross ✨

[pyropalle]

“ You crossed my mind today. Like you always do. ” //ace to cross

A smile the brightest, brushed on her lips with the grace of moonlight touching the clearing's pond. She was not radiant like the sun, too fair of skin and too secluded in her inner dwellings to resemble gold, yet there was a regal innocence about her, an air of dignity, and a real excitement to be seen.

Unaware, of course, his sweet talking was just a means to an end. She did not know better, a princess with no realm, cloaked in naivety riveted with jewels, wishing the gems would be dazzling enough to forgive the cracks in her flawed shield.

Those are the words that she'd been wanting to hear all day. Baking was a hobby of hers, piano and flute too, she was terrible with oils and acrylics, romance novels accompanied her to sleep, rinse and repeat. Ace's visits always marked a change in her lonely routine, and his presence made her heart skip several beats.

A smile of delight, to know he had been thinking about her, as she did about him the whole morning. A smile of embarrassment, for her heart pounded in her chest and words stumbled against one another trying to spell the right ones out.

"I-I felt the same today. I was thinking about you this morning, i-in fact." Her hands felt sweaty all of the sudden, thus Crosseyra cleaned them on her dress' skirt, moving from one corner of the room to the next, where her upright piano rested with the lid closed. "I actually wrote something new this week. I-I can show you, if you'd like."

Ace ( @vancreux ) / Types of yearning

[pyropalle]

“ When I reach the top, I want you there beside me. ” //ace to kurasame

That was a sentence coated in a film of rivalry, however, the Tribune could discern (and perhaps digest too, were he open to it) fraternal undertones, or more intimate ones.

Kurasame averted his gaze from the night sky to the young Zero cadet, oddly at peace with that statement. Their interactions were frequently a struggle between personal egos and, later, affections for a particular brunette of cheeky smiles and lipstick stains, but above all of it, Susaya was his Commanding Officer and the person responsible for both their education and performance in the battlefield.

More so, they were both excruciatingly distrustful of Arecia's plans regarding Sora.

But, at the very least, there remained a shared sense of duty. Comradery. Respect, maybe? That, Kurasame didn't count on.

How did the top look like? Putting an end to the war? Surviving? Liberating fate from the claws of greater players, such as the Crystals? Becoming Agito, the promised messiah?

Kurasame smiled. Seldom those could be spotted on his face, for the mask served the intended purpose, however, for the moment, his eyes grew more vivid (and more expressive) than what his lips could muster. Golden boy of his...

"You'll reach the top, cadet. I'm counting on that." Whether by design or at the expense of my life. But if he wants to reach the top at all costs... Well, costs shall be paid.

Ace ( @vancreux ) / Long lost.

[pyropalle]

💕Favorite ship for the muse? , 💭 Favorite memory of the muse? , ⌨ What’s a situation you’ve always wanted to RP with the muse?  // for cross

Favorite ship for Crosseyra?

As of now, with Alhaitham. Uncontested there, because of the heavy investment. I just came back at the beginning (ish) of the year to Tumblr after like two years off the platform, but those two years I spent writing with Alhaitham's mun over discord, so we developed hugely the ship. That's why her Genpact verse feels overall pretty solid, because we built it together. I'm very fond of the pair, never thought they'd work so well.

Favorite memory of Crosseyra?

Depends on the verse, but overall I think it's when she picks up an instrument for the first time. I'd say the major exception to this is in her 86 verse. Her psychometric abilities are tied to memories, and seasoned processors, as a direct consequence of PTSD and trauma, have a hard time recalling their childhood or people from their past (Shin, for example, has a hard time remembering Annette).

What's a situation you've always wanted to RP with Crosseyra?

For now, I don't have specific situations, but I'm very invested in her 86 verse, mainly because I'm re-reading the novels again. On that regard, I'm eager to write about and/or during her Esper abilities on the battlefield. The biggest problem about this is that not many people have read them, so it's hard to put it all into perspective without falling into spoilers or infodumping too much ggggg. Been meaning to take the plotting on that front where I left it with you and Sora when my level of bussy ass days settle a little.

Mun talks about the muse

[bishonenprince]

@vancreux ; cont. from here

              𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗲  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁  𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱  𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳  𝘂𝗽𝗼𝗻  𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲́  𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱  𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀  was  nothing  short  of  pensive  ,  soft  hum  following  suit.  for  a  genius  like  lelouch  ,  the  battlefield  was  a  mere  chessboard  where  they  carefully  &  precisely  moved  their  many  pieces.  unfortunately  ,  all  that  intelligence  didn't  apply  when  it  came  to  first  aid.  such  pride  ,  if  only  they  had  called  out  to  him  as  soon  as  they  had  gotten  injured.  what  a  troublesome  mortal.

❝  if  you're  so  worried  about  me  tarnishing  my  pristine  image  ,  then  maybe  you  should  think  about  getting  an  actual  secret  base  in  lieu  of  using  your  room  as  one.  although  ,  i  hardly  doubt  anyone  would  come  barging  in.  you  don't  have  many  friends  after  all.  ❞  he  said  that  matter-of-factly  ,  finger  playing  with  a  strand  of  his  hair.

when  the  other  placed  a  hand  upon  their  injured  side  ,  he  got  off  the  desk  &  walked  over  to  them  with  a  huff.  ❝  &  where  exactly  am  i  supposed  to  go  besides  your  room  ?  it's  much  more  convenient  for  me  to  be  near  you  in  case  something  like  this  happens.  if  you're  on  edge  about  someone  seeing  me  ,  all  i  can  say  is  ,  you  should've  called  out  to  me  the  moment  you  got  hurt.  it  won't  kill  you  to  ask  for  my  help.  ❞

his  tone  was  its  usual  one  of  indifference  ,  expression  on  his  face  matching  it  perfectly.  despite  it  all  though  ,  he  was  thankful  lelouch  trusted  him  enough  to  let  him  see  them  in  such  a  vulnerable  (  &  pathetic  )  state.  ❝  did  you  forget  who  you're  talking  to  ?  ❞  he  sighed  softly  before  moving  lelouch's  hand  &  placing  his  own  where  their  injury  was  in  order  to  cast  a  brief  healing  spell.

❝  that's  going  to  cost  you  ,  with  interest  of  course  since  you  clung  onto  your  foolish  pride  this  long.  how  troublesome  you  are.  you  know  you're  not  allowed  to  die  just  yet  ,  so  next  time  you  get  hurt  ,  call  for  me  immediately  or  else  i'll  consider  terminating  our  pact  &  forming  a  new  one  with  someone  else.  ❞

[yokanami]

if he has to be honest: he feels conflicted. he hates lelouch, despises him even ━ enough so that he oft feels that what whatever friendship the two once had, it would never return. but so often, when he feels like he has the opportunity to bring it all to an end: he staggers. a hidden sense of care crawling back up along his spine, causing him to shiver. a feeling he wishes to forget, to bury, to mask over with hatred and to harden himself more and more until he is an unbreakable wall of stone.

a veil of hate is drawn before his eyes, though it sometimes fails to keep his view obstructed by it. but right now, however, he sees lelouch through a dripping crimson lens.

" lelouch ", he says, his tone bitter and venom. " or do you prefer zero more? " he nearly spits out @vancreux 's self-imposed name in obvious disgust.

" are you happy, now? " his brows are furrowed, jaw and fists clenching. " do you feel joy everytime you look at me, knowing you took away the one thing i desire? ", it was but one of the many things that causes him to hate the other, but so far, this has been the worst.

[pyropalle]

To say he wasn't used to the ambiance of soirés would fall as a lie, however, saying he enjoyed them it'd be considered an inaccuracy of extreme proportions. As a member of the prestigious Aidō clan, the heirs of the extinct Shibata purebloods, Hanabusa attended balls and parties from his early teen years, when he was first presented into the vampire society.

Alas, soirés were instances in which commoners and nobles alike found the opportunity to prey on their precious Kuran master, backed up by the Senate. Neither him nor Ruka found it to be palatable. If anything, it made Hanabusa's blood to bite ice cold. Tonight, thankfully, the soiré was sponsored by both Cross Academy and the Vatican, thus he found himself more aloof on the matter.

No Senate lurking for a drop of Lord Kaname or the Kuran Princess' blood.

"...Lord Kaname seems to be doing just fine by Kuran Yūki's side. It'd be distasteful of me to interrupt them. You've come up with better ideas to get rid of me, Kiryū." Aidō placed a hand on his hip, re-arranging the bow-tie on his neck. "H-Hey, watch it there. What are you scoffing at Lord Kaname for?!"

Zero Kiryū ( @vancreux ) / Continued from x.

[pyropalle]

Though the canon of the weapon pointed straight at her upper stomach, tightly and decisively, the former Third Princess of the Britannian Empire did not flinch. Her words were not a stunt to appear resolute, instead her heart was confident the boy she once saw the stars with could never fire the bullet (not Lelouch).

"Rioting would break out, I imagine." Came her answer, tranquil, stated as a matter of fact, yet an impossible outcome nonetheless, for there was not even the slightest chance Euphemia would take the bamboo gun and pull the trigger. What would be the point of coming to the ceremony and renouncing her rights to the throne, if so? For the future she was striving to achieve, Lelouch was in it.

Lelouch vi Britannia ( @vancreux ) / Continued from x.