#𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗗𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗦.⠀⠀⠀a private, independent & highly selective blog for ADDISON KIMURA, an original character written within several universes, both private and public.⠀ based on the various myths surrounding the mythical creature known as the ANGEL, re-imagined for my own telling. ⠀unaffiliated from all rpcs. ⠀ sensitive & nsfw content will be present.⠀ do not steal any info present.
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𓏲𝄢 , 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 : the tragedy of childhood ABANDONMENT, the beauty in said tragedies , co-dependent love, hating the skin you were born in, always being the weird kid, consistent COMPARISON, constant transformation, princess treatment(s), gender identity, gender fluidity, girlhood, connection above all else, being a living doll, feathers, blinding light, acts of devotion & the sacrificial lamb.
𓏲𝄢 , 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚁 : ⠀not associated with the krp community in any capacity.⠀ closed shipping. current faceclaim: sakura miyawaki .
adisorn wakes up with tears streaming down her cheeks and the moon on her face. she wipes at them with her fingertips, blinking away travel coated sleep, only to find them pearlescent; glowing. it makes her breath catch in her throat in surprise, and her legs take her to the familiar balcony of her childhood bedroom.
coming home was hard, if one could even call it home. her parents lavished her with attention, gifts, smiles and clinks of expensive wine glasses filled with even more expensive wine, and though adisorn had finally received the love and attention she so desperately desired for the last five years of her life, she never truly soaked it up, never let herself become a sponge of all things good, never let their adoration get into every crevice of her mind; she’d inevitably fuck something up again and be on the sharp end of their judgement, casted out.
adisorn glances back to jesse— he hasn’t stirred, of course. even now as he sleeps, part of her feels like she leans on him like a crutch.
‘how is jesse faring in italy?’ ‘i don’t know how you ended up together, but it’s a good thing.’ ‘now, you make sure you treat him right, okay?’ ‘you could learn a lot from that boy.’
were some of the many comments her parents would slip into late night phone conversations, leaving adisorn to recount her last artwork sale, or mention her new endeavour as a fashion designer, only to be met with a warm hum and a turn of the conversation back to football, italy, and the wedding. things could be worse, though, and adisorn wasn’t one to be ungrateful, especially considering how well they took the news of their only son being their only daughter instead; perhaps that was the one thing they handled with grace, love, and adoration, one crushing hug from her father and tears of pride from her mother later.
still, it all felt so performative. their love was conditional, and jesse seemed to be that condition. as adisorn wipes at her cheeks one last time, she sighs softly before glancing down to her glittering palms. one day she would make them proud, all of her own volition, and she promises that to the face of the moon above her, nearing its full phase. tomorrow she would be better, she would be good.
“i just have a few questions about that, like, would you prefer my arm? a leg? not my head, surely—you'd break your damn teeth.”
adisorn manages to hide the flinch that creeps up her shoulders as dagger hits wood, but she can’t quite bury the feeling once jesse has his palm pressed to glass, the barrier between them feeling all the more thin; non-existent. it wasn’t like she was scared of him, really, but…it was hard to defend herself while caged like a wild animal, her tail aching with the lack of space. although words couldn’t hurt her, they still stung; tugged at a shameful part of her she’d otherwise like to throw away into the ocean, much like that bottle and parchment. adisorn was forever resilient though, and jesse wasn’t going to catch an ounce of vulnerability from her anytime soon.
“the fact that you think i’d want any part of you is pathetic,” she practically spits out, daringly locking their gazes despite the way her voice shakes. “i can smell death off of you, it becomes you, captain. no self-respecting mermaid would dirty their tongue with your flesh.” she isn’t exactly aware of his curse, but it was there, she could sense it with her gifted nature, a constant shroud of smog surrounding captain jesse zhai in all of his confidence and arrogance— adisorn finds herself wishing it would suffocate him already, and drag him to the depths of davy jones’ locker. “even if i did manage to get past that thick skull of yours, i doubt i’d find anything of much use in there.” she scoffs then, rolling her eyes. “now, if you can’t find me something to eat, i suggest you leave me to my thoughts.”
the sea. oh, how adisorn yearned for her gentle touch, wrote silent prayers to the moon to fill the ravine within her chest, and clasped her hands together within the glass enclosure she was thrown into in a vain attempt to reach any higher being that would listen; that would free her from this pile of wood. the boards creek, and once again adisorn finds herself gazing into deep water as the baihu tears her path into the sea, making her mark beneath a moonlit sky. two full phases had passed since then —as far as adi can remember. she had been taking note of how long she had been ripped away from the warm waters of andaman, unknowing of just how far she’s traveled. it would have been exciting, had she done all of this by choice.
“i’d like something to eat,” she says quietly, demands somewhat —though she’d deny that sort of nature if the captain had asked; ruffling his feathers came at a price, and the last of her energy has left her for the night. but, nobody answers her. the crew had resigned to the forepeak for the night, snoring in their hammocks, a bottle of cheap rum in their hand. perhaps if she got her hands on an empty bottle and parchment she could drop a letter in the ocean, carry word to her sisters. it was worth the delusional daydream every now and then.
a sigh, and she speaks louder, hoping to grab jingse’s attention, fingers curled into the golden frame of her clear enclosure. “i said, i’m hungry.” adi reiterates as she looks at him, her tone starting to drip with annoyance. why did she have to stay in his quarters anyways?
#⃞⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀♥︎ ⠀⠀starter for : @likelimbo's jesse.
𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴⠀—⠀𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑎. 🧭
.͙͘͡★ a mermaid with little knowledge of the world, engraved with the destined desire to be the scribe of her own charted map of the seven brutal seas. taken from her home by the wrath of andaman, adi navigates open waters alongside the rumored (self-anointed) pirate king, exploring the trials of trust, love, and the privilege of being born into something bigger than anyone could ever imagine, one unearthed chest of gold and jewels at a time.
𓇼 , 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳: the pirates of the caribbean series, mermaid's from potc, elizabeth swann, self-exploration, finding your place in the world, piratecore & sirencore, love that defies all logic.
𓇼 , 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: andaman sea, coastal thailand, and the seven seas, late 1600s.
𓇼 , 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: semi-closed alternate universe ; open to close friends.
“it's dangerous. we don't even know the extent of how we change!” yifei began to freak out now, and ramble – two of her worst traits. “what if i get offered a shrimp cocktail and i eat it, and then i change? what if a flying fish comes out of the water and slaps me out of the face, and then i change? what if i just randomly change without touching water?!” she groaned, taking a second outside of her manic panic to sit up and stare at her best friend, mimicking the pout on her face. "i don't even like shrimp …. but it could happen.”
adi, in all of her excitement, can't exactly not agree with yifei and all of her doubts. but still, who said they had to stop living just because they were...well, mermaids all of a sudden! she already gave up her long-held love for surfing with a brave face, but attacking her social life? that was overkill! sighing in similar fashion, adisorn lays back against her bed beside yifei, the top of their heads touching. "worrying about everything is just going to make us miserable, fei..." and she knows this to be true, because she had been worrying, non-stop, actually. "like, i get what you mean, but i just wanna have fun...like everyone else..." reaching across, she takes hold of her best friend's hand, giving it a squeeze. "come on, we deserve this, we've been way too cautious for too long...nobody will even be in the water!"
and like always, adisorn picks herself out of their doom spiral and sits up, quick to get to her feet to rummage within her closet once more, grabbing a matching pair of shoes for the dress she so generously pushed yifei's way. "you can wear these? and...and i'll do your make-up? y'know...with the lashes you can't get right?" she's back to pouting ⎯ if anyone else seen her like this, her reputation would be ruined. "i know you want to, and hey, i'll even say we both have a shrimp intolerance."
"hey, asshole, what do you think you're doing?" adisorn, for all of her strengths, had always had a quick fuse to burn. but honestly, who wouldn't be mad with a lap full of sand and a perfectly good ice cream cone ruined thanks to a volleyball surprise landing? it wasn't like adisorn's day was going particularly smoothly either, from waking up late to burning her toast and missing a friend gathering thanks to her...powers being unveiled at the most inconvenient of times imaginable, time at the beach a good distance away from the sea was supposed to be her time. that's why it's so easy for her to storm up to jesse, and although she doesn't even know his name yet, his face seems to tick her off more than anything else, maybe more than the image of her vanilla soft-serve ruined...
"you think you can...i don't know, not throw your ball at me?" with a hand on her hip, she looks him up and down, her heart on her sleeve as her face is painted with pure annoyance. "you owe me an ice cream."
#⃞⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀♥︎ ⠀⠀starter for : @likelimbo's jesse.
𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴⠀—⠀𝑖𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑦. 🌺
𓍢 ・ #𝗢𝗖𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗣𝗥𝗟⠀⠀𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈⠀—⠀in both form & abilities.
#⃞⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀♥︎ ⠀⠀featured in all verses, some subject to change; constant work in progress ; inspired by various mermaid media & folklore.
𓇼 , 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙳: 23 — 01 — '25.
#⃞⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀♥︎ ⠀⠀⠀curse of the sea⠀⠀┆⠀⠀origin.
the curse of the sea has plagued adisorn's family for countless centuries, brought upon their ancestors after consuming the flesh of a siren in search of immortality. taken aback by the sheer greed of humans, poseidon cursed those who ingested mermaid flesh; you are what you eat after all. instead of being granted the immortality they so desperately searched for, those within the bloodline of said mortals were to bear the curse of the sea until their lives eventually came to a halt, lost to history with nobody to tell the tale.
those who have fallen victim to the curse of the sea are ultimately, sirens. some are born with webbed fingers and feet, scales on their skin and water within their lungs. enough of the same kin have since come together over the years and have formed tight knit communities globally, supporting one another and keeping their true identities a secret for their own safety. despite longing for the ocean, most families will settle within cities and the countryside to control their instincts, and most live out normal, human lives; mostly undetected.
adisorn is a water spirit, manifested in the form of a siren as a product of this same curse, otherwise known less formally as a mermaid of thai origin.
despite being a siren for the entirety of her life, adisorn is rather out of touch with herself and the abilities she possesses, and is only recently coming to terms with the fact that she isn't completely what she seems. this side of adisorn is one she doesn't welcome warmly, and she is rather afraid of what she will become if she tunes into her true self.
#⃞⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀♥︎ ⠀⠀⠀curse of the sea⠀⠀┆⠀⠀notable traits unique to adisorn*.
transformation 𖦹 —⠀⠀ if attuned to their instincts, sirens can change into their water form on command. this doesn't automatically happen once they come into contact with water. in fact, those out of tune with their water form can't change at all, no matter how hard they try. this doesn't essentially mean that they got out the easy way. when a siren hasn't changed to their water form after enough time has passed, scales will manifest upon their skin; unnatural and horrific to those not used to it, dry to touch. after some time, these scales will shed.
some describe the process as being extremely uncomfortable. adisorn has a developed habit of removing these scales by herself, usually with the help of a shaving tool; the process is not pleasant in the slightest, of course. once the scales are removed, they resemble that of sea glass.
𖦹 additionally, those who stray too far from the ocean will become lethargic, weak, cold, and underweight. their body calls for the ocean; half of it relying on her bounty. since adisorn has lived in the countryside and cities for most of her life, this heavily applies to her. in turn, those who bear the curse become incredibly emotional under the phase of the full moon, and their emotions are near impossible to control. if a mermaid has strayed from the sea for too long, the full moon will effect them even more, resulting in a loss of control of their supernatural abilities. empathy is heightened for mermaids, and some struggle with the emotional weight and baggage of it.
physical changes 𖦹 —⠀⠀ each siren possesses a tail of their own, the color seemingly random, but ultimately dependent on the owner. sirens of the curse also possess a mark somewhere on their body, small in size. adisorn's tail is iridescent green in color and is open ocean in nature; intricate, small scales, two fins at the top of their hips, two large fins at the base of her tail and an additional fin right above where their tail fans out. it reaches the same length as her legs and starts at their hips, scales fading into their skin along her waist. it is bright and seems to reflect light like a mirror with clear skies. her tail is extremely flexible, resembling the same flexibility as a cats tail. nothing covers her chest, and her unique mark is two small, messily drawn stars on the inside of her right thigh. upon changing, adisorn's hair becomes dirty blond in color, beach waved.
𖦹 most sirens are susceptible to seafood allergies; adisorn has a rather aggressive allergy, leading to her developing a slight eating disorder in her early years. along with this, adisorn has poor eyesight out of the water, as do most mermaids. all that bear the curse of the sea possess the heightened ability to swim, and most will pursue creative arts over "blue collared" jobs. sirens should stray from chlorine treated water over fresh water, as the chemicals dry out their skin faster than normal humans.
#⃞⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀♥︎ ⠀⠀⠀curse of the sea⠀⠀┆⠀⠀abilities unique to adisorn*.
𖦹 some sirens are known to cry tears of pearls, beryl or aquamarine, others are known for their tears possessing healing qualities. either way, they are a sought after material by those who know the right people. adisorn doesn't cry tears of jewels, but her tears, unknown to herself, have potent healing abilities. they only have this trait under the face of the full moon, and are iridescent pearl in color, seemingly glowing if one is so lucky to set their eyes on them. her parents have been overprotective of her since birth, fearing the harvesting of her tears which is particularly rampant in thailand.
𖦹 allure. put simply, adisorn has a magnetic, beautiful aura to her, something captivating and hard to put your finger on. her voice is known to run smoothly and is almost song-like in nature with how they pronounce words. with this, adisorn can perform various enchanting spells when she sings, known to lure people in, particularly so they become infatuated with her and listen to her beck and call; she doesn't do this unless consent is given however, and she isn't particularly gifted either. known to hold eye contact that can oftentimes be unsettling.
𖦹 her dreams tend to be oddly specific and somewhat telepathic, but it's incredibly hit or miss. adisorn is the type to have a dream and wake up in a bucket of her own sweat, convinced it was the reality they were actually living.
𖦹 unknown to herself, adisorn possesses the ability to control water to a certain degree. it's nothing crazy, but it's enough to make someone turn their heads. additionally, if combined with their own tears, the water they manipulate also possesses healing abilities. as of recently, adisorn has become aware of her ability to control water, and while she's not very good at it yet, it's definitely exciting.
𖦹 capable of water breathing, and can apply this to those around her depending on their bond and the siren's power capabilities. as of right now, she can only aid her partner with water breathing, but it takes a lot of energy out of her. is also capable of luck bestowal, often used centuries ago to bid ships good luck on waters.
𖦹 possesses aquatic empathy and telepathy to a certain degree, however, since adisorn has incredibly underdeveloped powers, she has only been able to read the minds of fish as of late; it is her dream to communicate with aquatic fauna.
.͙͘͡★ the girl with the wind in her hair and sea salt in her veins. adisorn chakrii approaches life with nothing but love and warmth, much like the very nature she's revolved her entire life around. she's exceedingly good in school, rather popular, and joined by the hip to ___, her best friend since childhood. join her as she undergoes a journey of self-exploration, transformation, and finding the will to love yourself to the fullest.
𓇼 , 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳: h2o series, h2o's rikki & cleo, aquaramine, lilo & stitch, childhood dreams of becoming a mermaid, 2010's aesthetics, frutiger aero, coconut trees, wishing on the moon, girlhood, an irreplaceable bond.
𓇼 , 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: honolulu, hawaii, year to be decided.
𓇼 , 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: semi-closed alternate universe ; open to close friends.
.͙͘͡★ adisorn, the girl who is never quite sure about who and what she is, but tries to fit into a bubble ; any sort of bubble there may be. out of touch with her inner water spirit, adi navigates this world with unease and uncertainty, but remains hopeful every step of the way. whether getting by with a little café job while working her arms tired with acrylics or travelling the world with her not-so-perfectly-perfect person, she remains determined to work hard, transform, and love the body she was born in against all odds.
𓇼 , 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳: h2o series, h2o's rikki, genshin impact's kaveh, aquaramine, frutiger aero, heisei retro, childhood abandonment, girlhood, transgender identity, using art as an escape, being the weird kid, co-dependent love.
𓇼 , 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: seoul, south korea, chiangmai, thailand, several overseas locations. based in present days.
𓇼 , 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: open main verse. open for all interactions to all mutuals. closed shipping.
#𝗢𝗖𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗣𝗥𝗟.⠀⠀⠀a private, independent & highly selective blog for ADISORN CHAKRII, an original character written within several universes, both private and public.⠀ based on the various myths surrounding the mythical creature known as the mermaid, re-imagined for my own telling. ⠀unaffiliated from all rpcs. ⠀sensitive & nsfw content will be present.⠀do not steal any info present.
𓇼 , 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 : the tragedy of childhood ABANDONMENT, the beauty in said tragedies , co-dependent love, hating the skin you were born in, always being the weird kid, consistent COMPARISON, constant transformation, princess treatment(s), gender identity, gender fluidity, girlhood, connection above all else, the ocean and her gifts.
𓇼 , 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚁 : ⠀not associated with the krp community in any capacity.⠀ closed shipping. current faceclaim: chittaphon leechaiyapornkul / ten lee.
#⃞⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀♥︎ ⠀⠀in reply to: @d3spite's jesse.
lyriel's capitol, nighttime.
adisorn never liked lyriel. too closed off, too obnoxious, too dry, save for the corner of nymbralis she's deemed a safe haven within busy walled streets; a small fountain she's perched herself upon, a pool of gold dancing in lights upon her face. in some ways, she sees herself in the marbled aphrodite, water cupped between her hands, stuck in time, picture perfect in every curve of her body, a graceful smile across her lips— if only it was true, for her life would be all the more easier for it; because adisorn is all sharp edges and thorns under it all, sea foam turning to nettles in one's lungs; suffocating, barbed.
it's why she's better off alone, at least for now within the quiet of the night. 'pray, leave me be.' is what she told her guards, gaze stern enough for them to get the message; she wasn't exactly spoiled, but princess nerina often got what she asked for, no matter the reason. besides, she could look after herself if needs be, not just anyone was gutsy enough to approach a nymbra, never mind the crown princess; her arrival was spoken in whispered chatter and drunken song, spoken about as if she was a myth herself; oh, to be aphrodite, adorned with seashell, coin and foam.
—adisorn is very much aware of the large man nearby, she sensed his presence as soon as leaves crunched under his boots, the wind combing through his hair, the scent of burnt logs tickling her sensitive nose. she pays him no mind however, after all, a princess wasn't expected to speak to just anyone. at least, that's until he breaks the barrier between them, and adisorn can no longer train her eye on the face of the moon painted on honeyed waters of the fountain.
"hm?" she answers with a tone of slight disbelief, lifting her head as she's pulled out of her trance. he was...strange. his ears were large, his stature oddly lanky, all limbs; at least to adisorn who found his overall appearance to be...plain in comparison to nymbra— ah, he must be myrithinian. funny, adisorn had never learned of them to be so daring. it was intriguing to say the least, and he wasn't so bad to look at, either.
still, princess nerina has to keep her wits about her; this man could be anyone. motives unknown.
"are you a hunter?" she asks after a moment or so, her fingers dancing upon the water, eyes trained on them. "or...perhaps a merchant? what are you trying to sell?" hair falls down her shoulder once she looks up at the other once more, expression unassuming, unreadable. "because i can assure you, sir, my guards heed my every beck and call, they're doubtless watching me from that very tower, just waiting for someone to do something." and then she looks back down to pools of wishes, wondering why she is chasing her own excited heartbeat; maybe it's the thrill of it all, a thrill she's never known. "that's unless...you're actually interested in this little fountain."
⠀⠀🪸⋆ adisorn nerina; crown 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 of nymbralis !!
.ೃ࿔ , a mermaid found a swimming lad, picked him for her own, pressed her body to his body, laughed; and plunging down forgot in cruel happiness that even lovers drown.
.͙͘͡★ a private, closed verse of adisorn "adi" chakrii nerina, written for orionverse. follow the crown princess on a journey of self-expression, letting go of pre-dated ideas, exploring the skies, taking your first step on dry land & giving love a chance.
— encompassed by the 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 , like the 𝐒𝐄𝐀 hugs the 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍.
⋆ story : adisorn chakrii, otherwise known as adisorn nerina, is the current standing crown princess of nymbralis, second in line for the throne to her brother. she is known across the realm of nymbralis for her beauty and quiet, reserved nature, along with her particular gift in healing. although nymbras are a closed off, somewhat secretive community, adisorn is spoken about between hushed whispers and sung in drunken songs within the many taverns across orion, and spoken as if she is the crowned jewel of the house of nerina; one is considered eternally lucky to set their eyes on her. from pouring her powers into nymbralis' many healing coral reefs, to attending foreign affairs to be 'easy on the eyes' during talks smothered with tension, to going on walks throughout the realm with her promised husband of house celesmaris, there is rarely a time she has a moment to herself, but, in the quiet of her pearly white room at the top of the east tower, adisorn wishes, hopes for a life she's never had; one filled with adventure.
⋆ appearance : adisorn was born "traditionally" male, but identifies as female since her 16th birthday, and is referred to as such; gender is not upheld to such high standards in nymbralis. she is slightly below in height (roughly 5'4), and is thin in her build. her hair is a washed out brown, her lower nape fins bringing flashes of iridescent green between sections, and the fins on her ears are quite large, iridescent and sea foam green in color. unlike other traditional kelpian mermaids, adisorn's tail is sea foam green in color due to her proximity to the surface, as well as her eyes that are big, and doll-like in nature. the scales across her skin glitter under both sun and moonlight, but only hug her waist and shoulders, and her nails, although longer than the usual human, are kept well trimmed and tidy. adisorn primarily stays within her mermaid form, so when she does change to her humanoid form, her skin is nearly clear of any scales manifesting, though her hands are webbed, translucent in color.
jesse && adi (@cloverists)
location: jesse's childhood room.
“sooo… yeah… you can come in…”
jesse hasn’t been back here in over a year already, but his old room looks the same as he remembers. all of his football trophies are there, crowding the top of his dresser. his bed still has the blue sheets on them. snow predator, his ancient stuffed one-eyed husky (one of the beads had come loose in the wash years ago), still sits at the foot of his mattress, and the faded messi poster is still on the wall.
it all feels very personal. he figures that’s why his heart is beating so fast when he opens the door and glances to his girlfriend, waiting outside where he’d told her to wait while he’d scoped out his room. he’d found nothing too horribly embarrassing so far… but still, he clears his throat as he moves some of the smaller, grade-school trophies in the back, other hand reflexively reaching around adi's shoulders to take her along.
“this is, uh.. probably where we’ll be sleeping ‘nd stuff, for the next few days…” jesse reaches across, smoothing out a wrinkle in his sheets. “it’s not too small, right? i mean, bigger than the dorms.”
adisorn had promised not to laugh at anything. it was one of jesse's 'rules' for staying in his bedroom for the next few days, and maybe adisorn could have kept that promise if not for...well, she doesn't exactly know what she's laughing at, maybe it's nerves, maybe it's the fact that seeing this side of jesse really is so personal like he'd said, or maybe it was the silly collection of childhood figurines lined up beside his many, many trophies. (she'd comment on how impressive they were another time.)
her laughter comes out in a soft hum however, "it's fine, it's perfect, stop worrying," and she glances to her boyfriend, finding warm comfort with his hand wrapped around her. "i was going to say how cool you were, y'know, with all of your trophies," she clicks her tongue, nodding towards the small collection (pile) of manga books. "but you never told me you read that kind of stuff, and what are those figures of? i thought you weren't a loser, huh?" dropping her handbag against jesse's small, made-up bed, adisorn picks a figurine up for closer inspection.
