#versprincess

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flower crowns. ✿ asseylum

     Flora bloomed to the entirety of the sector, following signs painted with a glittery arrow-- pointing this way and that. Words of comfort placed within his mind, offering this day to the Princess; he knows recent developments have kept him distant. Knowing it may have been better this way, he realises these actions would only hurt himself more-- and unable to cope through the pain of Asseylum’s tears, he couldn’t give this up. 

     For the first time in a long time, excitement lingers within the count. As simple as this festival may be, flowers were a single commodity which he could be excited for. Garnering the florets which remained within the single room they shared, safe to say he may need to collect seeds to plant. 

     “Have you seen the flower crowns, Princess?” kindness view in his tones, digits reach out pointing towards the station; watching as other residents calmly work on their own crowns. “They are magnificent.” Reminiscing of a past he was forced to forget, eager to try this task once again-- he could only hope Asseylum might enjoy something special.

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'I want the K'

2: Cheek Kiss

     Slaine often imagined how soft the Princesses skin might be. His memory served correctly, knowing the female he cherished above all else was one to be treated with care. Fingers wandered towards Asseylum’s own, gently caressing the left of her cheek with the palm of his hand— a sense of calmness ever wavering, creating a sly smile to appear with a single thought. 

     Seconds later, lips thus curve to a more comfortable position, plating a single kiss on the soft of her cheek. Unwary, if anyone had seen such an act he might have been scalded— he may do so himself, with chaste kisses lingering soon after.

     “I see that you are in good spirits on this day,” words which he would often greet her with, how special they were to him. “I hope you would not mind me expressing my gratitude.”

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—— ♦ gonna keep this brief.

     Today was unlike no other, unneeded was the rainfall as it comes to a close; umbrella perched over the top of her crown. Pitter pattering of raindrops, shoes sloshing beneath puddles as she finds her way through stormy pathways. Soon coming to the store in question, the Tohsaka heir presses against the glass door-- umbrella now closing by her side. Vertically lined on top of many shelves were lines of lingerie, all shapes and sizes, designs and colours.

     A blonde figure is notably standing nearby, with Rin noticing the other and the laces of which she had been drawn to. ❝So, which do you prefer?❞ Resting her palm to the curve of her hip, dangling two pieces of silk and the other lines with frills of brightly coloured panties. ❝We’re girls here, right? Usually it’d be too embarrassed to ask someone else that kind of question.❞ But she honestly had nothing to lose. ❝You do look a little lost here, though...❞ How curious.

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♡

Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.

Hmm, that’s interesting— I’d most likely say the smell of the ocean, the saltiness it brings would definitely bring back a sense of nostaligia. We know very little about Slaine’s past, other from the quick scenes we’ve seen him telling Asseylum about in his side manga— but there’s a scene where we see Slaine with his father, and the sea behind the two.

Perhaps the sea might remind Slaine of his father, a memory he often forgets. Also, whatever the heck Dr. Troyard put in those sandwiches Slaine enjoyed so much. I honestly hope we see flashbacks before the end of the series, or even Slaine having quick thoughts about his father! Mostly it makes me very sad, and I want to believe he still thinks of his birth father often.

Who is Dr. Troyard? We are all Dr. Troyard, apparently.

[tharsian-blog]

get in the tharsis, princess. ♚ asseylum

     Winding sectors send the young Count's mind towards a frenzy, absent-minded and swiftly trudging along; mind provided towards his more lenient life here within Hive City. This was no VERS, his mind already adjusted towards the quick change-- yet, part of Slaine yearned for it. His home, a world where he now belonged; a world he was now welcome in. Finally finding his step in the world hadn't been an easy task, but his memories ever strayed to the continent of Mars.

     Grown over the months, still he retains his pure kindness, his devotion towards his Princess-- among other small details. Minimal changes, one might not notice unless they knew him well; or at all. The power of which he has now succeeded in conquering was minimal towards his raw feelings, they could not compare in comparison. Nothing would compare, of that he has known for many years.

     A single flash of blonde is all it takes, soon does he follow after-- hoping if it were a dream, may he never wake. If this were perhaps his Princess, there is many words he'd wish to speak-- falling from his tongue as watching over her lifeless body. No one could know of them, nor would he truthfully speak such statements ever again in his short life. Asseylum was to be cherished, the one light he would hold dear-- may it never fade.

     Emotions overcome the Earthling, assuming to be Her Highness, right away does he fall to his raised knee. Hand resting over the right of his heart, beating profoundly beneath his chest. Reaching for her shoulder, he does not stare up to the sky again. How soft, tender she may feel at this moment-- he would often forget. Had he finally found her at last? 19 months would pass, and feelings would remain-- there was no chance for one to come and change such an experience.

     "I have waited for you, Princess Asseylum." brittle in tones, he forces to speak those words-- hoping however far away she was; the Princess could hear. She was always far from him, a sentiment which pained him then some; how unlucky he happened to be. Perhaps his lucky may have taken a turn for the best, of that he hopes. 

     Eyes remain fixated to the pebbles located beneath the masses, ever remaining calm in such an instance. A meeting the Count craved, if only she were to awake. Now he only has the scientists to thank, in his thoughts he might think this one of his delusions. How wrong Slaine might be.