Keheheh.... fool.

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Black Waltz No.3 roleplay blog aligned with Pledged Prelude….

Thunderless;; Uhm. So. I did a thing. I was feeling a little cramped up on this blog— it’s old and has so much crud clogging it up, I think I would really just rather start fresh. There’s going to be a few changes to the way I play Three over on the new blog (same URL), so I’d really love it if you guys gave me another shot at really showing Three’s character. 

I have 350 followers here in just under one whole year, and I loved every minute of it until I dropped the ball. So let’s try this again, shall we? 

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ӍɐɭϝὑᶇГіѳп №3

Black Waltz No.3 roleplay blog aligned with Pledged Prelude….

Thunderless;; Uhm. So. I did a thing. I was feeling a little cramped up on this blog— it’s old and has so much crud clogging it up, I think I would really just rather start fresh. There’s going to be a few changes to the way I play Three over on the new blog (same URL), so I’d really love it if you guys gave me another shot at really showing Three’s character. 

I have 350 followers here in just under one whole year, and I loved every minute of it until I dropped the ball. So let’s try this again, shall we? 

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ӍɐɭϝὑᶇГіѳп №3

Black Waltz No.3 roleplay blog aligned with Pledged Prelude....

Thunderless;; Uhm. So. I did a thing. I was feeling a little cramped up on this blog-- it's old and has so much crud clogging it up, I think I would really just rather start fresh. There's going to be a few changes to the way I play Three over on the new blog (same URL), so I'd really love it if you guys gave me another shot at really showing Three's character. 

I have 350 followers here in just under one whole year, and I loved every minute of it until I dropped the ball. So let's try this again, shall we? 

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♤:Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

So, who's idea was it to let him play cards with Setzer Gabbiani?

He'd assume it was his own, but by the way Three was losing he'd gladly shunt the responsibility of said decision on someone, anyone else. He honestly didn't even understand the rules of whatever card game they were apparently playing, which he surmised was his own damn fault. The Gambler had decided that he knew how to play, so obviously Three couldn't admit ignorance. Another mistake. 

The Waltz was, however, forced to admit that he didn't exactly have cash on him at the moment with which to bet (Setzter didn't need to know that he never had cash on him with which to do much of anything with in the first place), and so pig-headedly stubborn was the third magician that he readily agreed to any terms without really thinking about the consequences beforehand. Shiva, damn it, what was wrong with him. 

"You lost again? Shame, crying shame. Ante up, Waltz." 

"...." 

"What? These are the rules you agreed to, are they not?" 

The Waltz stood up suddenly. When did it get so cold in here? His wings were pulled back in a proud set, shoulders squared as he unzipped his pants, whipped them off and dropped the final article of his wager into the pot on the center of the poker table. 

... what the hell was wrong with him. 

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✍:For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

There exists a crumpled piece of folded paper at the very bottom of the Waltzes coat pocket. It’s stained and torn and the texture soft, corners worn down as though held and handled often. When unfolded, there is writing— a tightly scrawled cursive that reads in pitch black ink. 

                        ‘Do not forget. If you lose yourself, you must remember. 

                                                       Protect her. You must protect her.’

♤:Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

It took quite a lot of doing, but somehow Hikari had gotten Three to sit still for longer then ten seconds in front of her living room television; long enough to smack a game controller in his hands. In the time it took for him to suddenly go silent, studying the bizzarre hardware he'd been bestowed with, the blonde had been able to turn her Game Station on. There had been quite a lot of repetative questions, namely-- 

"What is this." 

"Super Puzzle Fighter." 

"... how do you turn the blocks." 

"Three, I just told you, you hit the X button." 

"... and the colors--"

"Mean nothing, you just have to line up the blocks." 

"......." 

"... what." 

"Why are we doing this?" 

"Ugh." 

Hikari would, obviously, claim victory over this particular battle. And the one after that when angrily challenged to a rematch. 

And the one after that. 

....aaaand the one after that. 

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♣:Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

TEXT: How the great fu what button did I just push why is it typing everything I say

TEXT: HIKARI WHAT

TEXT: It just said it sent who did it send to WHAT

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Send me a Symbol

✉: For a regular text message from my muse.

♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).

☎: For a drunk phone call.

☏: How about a voice message from my muse?

♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you're allowed to specify what you want.

∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.

☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.

☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.

♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.

♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.

♛: My muse is royalty for a day and you are their loyal subject- wait, what? What would my muse's reaction be to this idea?

♚: You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go?

✖: Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom.

☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.

❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.

✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.

☢: It's too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?

ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?

☂: It's pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?

✧: Our muses went to eat out- where?

★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.

☾: It's in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?

☼: The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this?

☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?

♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn't- how'd it happen and how'll mine help?

♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?

♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?

◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?

✘: Scars aren't very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.

✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how'll my muse ever thank them?

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"... tch." 

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"...."

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"... what... what do I even do with this. What does this mean." 

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"Tch-- is this stupid holiday over yet?" 

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"...th....th...er... hmm...." 

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Speeding towards the mage, he'd leap-frog over his shoulder.. but not before sticking a small heart sticker upon his nose!

"W-WHAT THE— Whoever did that is going to be DEEP FRIED when I get my CLAWS on you!!” 

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"How SHOCKING~! Gahaha!”

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"YOU- GRK-- PUNS-??!" 

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Speeding towards the mage, he'd leap-frog over his shoulder.. but not before sticking a small heart sticker upon his nose!

"W-WHAT THE-- Whoever did that is going to be DEEP FRIED when I get my CLAWS on you!!" 

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Quina hands over a bag of milk chocolate stars, although she made sure to double check that it as his and not Twos. Three would have had a nasty surprise waiting for him.

"... is this for that ridiculous holiday....?"

He accepts the sack of chocolates; but that grumpy expression doesn't last too terribly long on that shadowed face. 

"... thank you, Quina."

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For once in her life, she had no idea how to process her emotions.

For half a moment, she simply stood, receiving yet not receptive, in a state of quiet, calm shock. Her heart was even, her breathing stilled yet comfortable, her eyes widened only by a hair’s breadth.

How long had she been hiding her emotions? Days? Weeks? It felt like years — like she had been this void for eons, holding smiles and sobs and cries captive in an effort to ignore them. So much pain and fear that she simply couldn’t bear to feel anymore — so she ran. Just like she always did. She pushed it away, swept it under a rug and bolted the fabric down, because this was easier.

But was it, really? For when she had no one to pretend for, her demons were just behind, their sickly, sickening grins dripping from a full day of lust denied. To lock up her heart, to clip its wings and cage it — how was she any different from him?

And suddenly, after the span of a heartbeat or two, she broke. Cement and repression could only hold fast for so long, especially when faced with such tempting, tender compassion.

Such love.

It took no time at all; she pushed up on her tiptoes, head weaving past his for her chin to reach up to one shoulder, arms to wrap about his neck — how she’d longed for those feathers to tickle her skin, for the scent of the forest to overwhelm her and remove any trace of perfume, for his warm, solid body underneath her fingers, against her frame? For those wings, shielding her from the rest of the world?

How she’d longed to feel safe? To finally, finally, feel relaxed? To loosen her muscles that ached from constant tension, to close eyes that searched wide within darkness for a trace of scarlet or white, to cling desperately to someone — to him — and show just how not okay she was?

Her inhale was sharp, shuddering, yet she paid it no mind, simply pressing her face further into his collar, nestling closer to his neck. “…Thank you, Three. Thank you…”

For coming back.

For staying.

For loving me.

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It was unexpected, but it was far from unwanted. Three didn't miss a breath-- his arms readjusted as she threw her weight around his shoulders, looping tightly under hers and around her chest, holding securely. 

Safely. Eidolons in Gaia, the one thing she desperately needed and the Waltzes embrace was only a shadow of it, a farce. There was nothing he could do but this, even though she offered him so much more. Shelter, food, warmth and company; he appreciated it all, and it was such a cruelty that he couldn't give her anymore then this false sense of refuge. All he could do was try, and hope to Ramauh that it would be enough to stave off disaster. Catastrophe. Vindictive Gods. 

Midnight cheek fetched up against sunkissed hair as he leaned his head atop hers. That oddly sweet scent of her shampoo, the sensation of her breath on the bare skin of his throat, his shoulder. This is why Hikari appreciated him, he was sure; why she thanked him, why she wanted him. She thought he could protect her with his unfamiliar smile, those broken, stripped and re-built wings that no longer even served their purpose, couldn't function properly anymore. Was he promoting the lie? Was he fabricating this security by these very actions; where embraces, light kisses, these silent moments of simple envelopment were really silent promises of protection? 

That same unsettling answer repeated; he could only try. The monster, the weapon turned imaginary, glorified knight.

                                                             It wouldn't be enough.  

"...come on, Hikari." The barest of a smile, the evaporation of doubt, and Three's voice was a sweet deception of calm. "Don't make this any sappier then it already is."