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[ outofcontrol ] Ops I disappeared but my muse has been lacking somewhat lately, due to my time spent on Aeris and Chrom and playing FE:A and Bravely Default I just haven't had the Delsin muse. He's still there, lurking but he needs a small rest I think. So I'll get to things whenever the muse hits~

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Name or nickname: Aqua or sometimes Rose. Tumblr URL: xvian, kamikism, cetrasguard, rainfellkeeper, xtrucido. Sex/Gender: Laday~ Sexual Orientation: /shrug Fandom: Right now it's Final Fantasy, KH and inFamous. OC friendly?:  If you actually have an about page that's got a shit tone of info on it then yeah. Multi-fandom friendly?: lOL all I ever do is RP with ppl from other fandoms so ye. Will you ship your muse with any sex?: With Delsin no. Are you open to SFW rp?:  Duh. Are you open to NSFW rp?: Not rly. Can people come up and start a conversation with you?: Ye man as long as we have stuff to talk about.  Can they be your friend?: Ngl I'm not gonna be friends with everyone, thats life man, but if you don't approach me we'll never know. > U =b

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        a soft smirk pulls at her lips when she feels him pull her back into         his lap. always joking around, that’s just how their relationship was.         she enjoys every minute of it though; it’s just easy, something that         just happens. giving him a knowing look, she wraps her arms around         his neck once more and smiles softly. she held back a chuckle when         noticed the disapproving look on his visage. 

           ❝ oh you think you’re funny? ❞ feeling his lips on her neck, she                chuckles at the feeling. her arms tighten around him holding him                closer to her. true, anyone could walk in at this moment, but it                wasn’t as if they were doing anything wrong. just two people                flirting, and casually making out? that wasn’t wrong. reaching                up, she pulls this beanie off his head to run her fingers through                his hair. ❝ as if i’d say no. ❞

"You like me though, but yeah I do actually" he liked to think he could be a stand up comedian if he ever gave up the art thing, which was highly unlikely. He really should consider getting his own place, while generally shameless he did like his privacy every once in a while. Wouldn't be the first time his brother came bursting through the door unaware.

There's a deep inhale and eventually exhale as lithe appendages trail over his head, hardly bothered by the removal of the ever familiar hat. Partially parted lips move further down to lightly plant a few kisses across her prominent collarbone, before pulling back to look at her properly.

"I kinda think you're a little bit outta my league, but don't tell anyone, it'll ruin my confident image," he's joking but there's some truth behind it. It's not that he believes he's not good enough, but rather she's just too good. And even he wasn't entirely sure what this was, what they were, but he's too wrapped up in the moment to really think on it.

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          The smile on her lips only widened when she noticed the look in his eyes. Now he was finally getting it. Feeling his lips on hers sparked a shiver down her spine. She had wondered what it would be like to kiss him for awhile now, and what time better than the present? Hands released his vest before she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. A kiss here, and a kiss there. It wasn’t one long kiss just a series of small kisses that seemed to morph into one. 

         Feeling him pull back, she opened her eyes to see that cocky smirk of his. He always had to have his two cents about everything. "Oh? Is that right? Well then maybe I should just—" she said as she made a move to pull away. 

Oh he'd always have the last word, he could be childish like that more often than not. Hands fell to her waist, thumb and index finger idly fiddling with the fabric of her top. The regularly present grin that he had plastered on his lips faltered slightly as she made to move away. Lips pursed and nose scrunched in an obvious look of disapproval, albeit in a playful manner. Pulling her back, face gently buried into the crook of her neck, lips briefly grazing skin.

"Should what?" Thus the smile returned in full force. There was a brief pause as he simply remained at close proximity, completely forgetting his concerns for anything else. If he couldn't have moments like these he'd snap in two, even so called heroes needed downtime. "Wanna know a secret?" Seemingly coming out of nowhere as words were spoken just below her ear, fingers drumming leisurely across her lower back. 

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          The stray that was just there asking for attention was then gone, ran away and Neriah had the urge to chase after it. To keep it with her maybe? But what good could the cat bring to her anyways? Company on her travels for the search of the holy grail? It’ll probably get tired of her and run away anyways so what’s the use — so she let it be. Whispered a run, little one, run. Run like me, to where it is safe — and she almost screamed. Tensed up once more because the footsteps were there and she wanted to shove him away but she felt the tap on her back. Guess the only thing she can do was - was run forward? Chase after that cat instead. Yeah, sounds like a good idea — but she doesn’t move and she hunched over more and she doesn’t sigh. 

           And she listens and she presses her hands on her arms. This is stupid, he almost screams. His voice higher than usual, it was not upbeat, he was not making a joke, he was not laughing. Neither of them were anyways and then she hoped this was just but a joke, a psych she’ll scream and she’ll laugh at him and — and she continued to hunch over, sitting on the pavement listening to his heartbeat, to the hushed voices around, to the sirens at the distance, to the noises. To the noises she listened intently, to his words she did not. She never wanted the future to happen if she’ll be like this — she wanted it to maybe, just maybe end right now. Selfish she knows, not like her, she knows, but if she thinks the future will be nothing then might as well disappear right now. Right? At least right now he’s there, that cat’s there - they’re there. Whoever they are.

                ”Us? There was never us to begin with.” They were strangers, nothing more - nothing less. Strangers that just so happen to know each other’s names - and she was even more selfish because she knows what he is, but he doesn’t know what she is. She shakes, and she sighs. Heavy, like the burden she continued to carry. The world spins and continues, people lives, dies but she continued to run away. To seek what she cannot find - that she continued to think that she can run back to that home she once dreamt of. To think that all of this was a dream. To not think about the future, what lies ahead and just feel human. As human as he is, as them. Not be like this —

                  "You don’t know anything." And she stands and she looks at her hands… if he wants this to work out - if he — wants her to stay. He- he should know. "If you know — if you knew, you will 

                                                  w̟͒i̖͌s̭̐ẖ͋                                                               y̦̞̼͈͑̽͛̌ó̤̺̥̺̔͘̚u̩̗̳͇̇̔̂͝                                                                         ņ̻͇̹̮͚̽̌̑̍̄̕ę̘̬̲̠̱̑̿͐̈́́̑v̯̭͉̜̓̐̅̀̌͐͜͜è̡̮̝̘̹̬̈́͑̿̈́͠r̹̣̹̲̟̤̈͐̎͗̇͝                                                                                        d̺͎̹̺̜͎̗̮̄͐̂̾̽̈̈́̒͘͜ ̘̥̜̞̳̘̮̤̘̈̋̎̈́̂̓͐̏͝ì̬͎̦̝͖̱͔͍̙͋̀̌͗̾̈́͠͠ ̘͖͕̝̺̣̗̰̗̄̍͛͋́͋͆̕͝d͖̖̖̟͖̺̟̬̺̂̔͑̀͛̎̀̌͝ ̧̧̭̬̤̳̳̥̦͊̀̿̿͆̉̃̍̾.”

She was right, there never was but that didn't mean there couldn't be. That it had to end before it even started, just because things might go wrong. They had fun didn't they? Did stupid things, pointless things, things that had no purpose or made no sense. But he liked it, liked not feeling pressured or having a single care, not having to worry about everyone else, to be selfish for once. And he liked to believe she did too, that for a few moments all her troubles slipped away and the only thing that mattered was what they wanted to do, not what the world and the people in it expected of them. Perhaps that was wishful thinking, after all he hardly knew anything about her, but he refused to believe she didn't care at all.

"We're friends right? I think that makes us something, or means something" she wasn't just a stranger. Did you really have to know everything about someone to call them your friend? There were still many things he didn't know about Fetch or Eugene. That's what friendship was, discovering things about people whether they were good or bad. From her words he could guess she had a lot to hide, things she didn't want him to know about, unpleasant things, things that might change his view of her. Bullshit, all of it. She didn't get to decide how he'd feel about something, no matter how terrible it might be he wanted to know, to understand even just a little.

He stares at her back, as if willing her to turn and face him. She doesn't so he remains there as she speaks. "No I don't," came his simple reply, somewhat calmer than before. A deep breath before he moves around her form to stand in front of her, an uncertain hand reaches out to her empty hands. "But you don't get to decide what I might think, I make that choice and I can't if you don't tell me...so tell me, whatever it is, however bad it is just...let me in." He wasn't a kid, he believed he could handle whatever secrets she held or at least try to.

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                 Fine?

         That was fine — right. Right? It was fine for her to go and disappear, be forgotten because there are other people far more important than her anyways. What can he do for her too? She have the world to save, he just have this city to deal with. He’ll die after a few years and then she’ll continue - sooner or later she’ll walk this world alone, not like him. He have friends who would be there until the very end, the very last of his breath. Family who would remember who he once was - a legacy that will continue, she thinks. But then at that instant she stops thinking and sighs, looks at the cat and feeds it the bacon he left.

           Neriah wanted to comment — ‘it is fine for me to go after all’, but it got stuck in her throat and she just sits down and sighs. Head buried on her knees and she waited for his footsteps to cease, for him to disappear - for the cat’s whining the only thing she would hear and she’ll ignore memories of him. She’ll leave like every time, like how things should’ve been. Don’t leave any mark, don’t let people like you — cause destruction once you never found the answers you seek - for them to forget you, for them to hate you. A light tug on her shirt and she glanced at the feline beside her.

           She wanted to say I’m sorry but she thinks it’s too late. Who was she even to judge - she never knew everything about him. All they did was mess around. But maybe it’s also because she just want for him to not get worried. Worried about some person you just met along the street and sold you flowers. Yeah right.

                 "I’m sorry."

Perhaps he'd hoped she'd say something, like 'I was just kidding' or 'you're so dramatic' but as he walked further away there was silence. Hands shoved in his pockets as his feet dragged across the floor as if doing so would make him walk slower, to give her time to say something. Who was he kidding though? What reason did she have to stay? What reason did he have to stay? She was just some silly flower girl who barely talked about herself and said weird things. But he laughed in her presence, and maybe those moments of brief respite were worth something. He didn't know, he didn't really get it but there was one thing he knew despite his uncertainty.

"...This is stupid," not exactly a wise revelation. Almost as swiftly as he left he turned abruptly on his heel, striding back to see her sitting on the floor, feeding a stray. Why did that image not surprise him at all? For a few minutes he just stares at her, before lightly tapping her back with his shoe. "This is stupid...you're stupid!" He didn't mean that, "I'm stupid, this whole thing is stupid" he wasn't entirely sure where he was going with this. It just didn't make any sense, neither of them knew what the future would hold. Perhaps it would all end badly, maybe he'd get hurt, maybe she'd get hurt. Maybe, maybe, maybe! That's all it was.

"It's dumb right? This...us" whatever that even was. Nobody could know, he hadn't known his parents would die, hadn't known his brother would die but he didn't run away because of what might happen. It was scary as hell and he knew how lucky he was to have at least two others on his side, but why couldn't he have three? Why couldn't she stay? It was harder this way, to keep letting people in, but he'd never been the type to take the easy way out and wouldn't start here. If she wanted him to go then he would, but he wouldn't leave feeling regretful that he didn't even give it a chance.

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           And she thinks why?

          She haven’t heard anything about him for a while - thought he was gone. Thought he was busy with all the hero thing. Destruction going on. But wasn’t those all done and gone? And that he have a life he needs to lead, a path to straighten. A brother he lost, she knows; people she had consumed without his knowledge — the news. Rumours. Thought that maybe she had accidentally killed one of them, but she’s not sure. She sometimes forget, no - she purposely forgets.

          Bright gold eyes stares but at that edible thing that was laid infront of her as a kind of offering? A kind of message she missed, had to actually remember again. Who was he again? Oh. Yeah, Delsin. 

               ”That’s… sweet of you.” But it was as empty as her hands, she had been dallying for so long that she just felt that everything was but a waste - that everything was but a mess. A mistake. That it was but a mistake to be here and to meet him and to stay.

                “But .. I should go.”

          And she wants to say, far away. Wants to say, home (but where is home? there is no home to return to).How vague, she thinks as she looks the other way.

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It's not like he went away out of spite, out of malice or because he just didn't care. Maybe it seemed that way, maybe it was easier that way. Why drag anyone else into this mess? The last person who had been drawn into something he ought to have stayed away from was dead. Why go through that again? He wasn't so naive anymore to think that under his protection no one would die, that was a fools ideology. Then it was better that her words came out so empty, that she suggested she leave, he wasn't quite certain he could walk away entirely himself. That wasn't fair, to only ever be here half heartedly, selfish even but like a child he often wanted everything. But that's not how things worked. So it was better this way...

"Fine," what else was he supposed to say? Have a nice life, see you soon? Not even he could cover this up with some sort of witty remark or joke. So he played her game, turned away with nothing else to say. It was better this way. Who needed a connection that could so easily be severed like that? He was fine this way, detached and free from further burdens. So then why were his steps hesitant? Why wasn't this as easy as it should be? Why did he feel like turning around and shouting? You can't just walk into someone's life like that then leave just because things get hard. But nothing came out, steps continued and he left.

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⎨✤⎬— New independent & semi-selective Aeris Gainsborough role player from Final Fantasy VII. ⎨✤⎬— Role plays in various FFVII time frames, everything is tagged. ⎨✤⎬— Multi-fandom and OC friendly, crossovers and AU role plays are my lifeblood tbh. ⎨✤⎬— Mostly multi-paragraphs with icons but anything goes. ⎨✤⎬— Likes to write starters and to plot, but winging things is great too! ⎨✤⎬— Appreciates people reading my guidelines first before following. ⎨✤⎬— 10+ years role playing, 4+ on Tumblr. ⎨✤⎬— Will be your friend for 1gil~ c:

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amazingspectacularsensational:

"Yeah, and I never thought I’m meet the legendary ‘Banner-Man’." Of course Peter had only been in Seattle for a very brief period of time but he’d immediately seen the graffiti and with a little chatting around with the locals found it was the work of the mysterious hero Banner-Man. So he decided to suit up and have a little chat, hero to hero.

"Name Spider-Man ring any bells?" So long as he didn’t start calling him a menace then everything would be fine, right? 

"We don't talk about that name okay," he was going to start a campaign to ban it and no he wasn't going to get over it any time soon either. There was an endless list of reasons as to why it was such a stupid name.

"Spider-Man? Seriously?" Yeah now it was coming back to him, spandex and all. "So you're actually real? Or you're just crazy and think you're Spider-Man," wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. "Y'know when you think about it Spider-Man is just as silly sounding as Bannerman, like why not...Arachnid-Man? Sounds way more impressive."

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      As if that even needed explaining! The man was her father and she’s only ever tried his cooking, and sandwiches that he’s made perhaps a total of four times in her life. And now it seems he’s robbed her of the fifth! "Delsin, I don’t believe you understand the full gravity of your actions here… Well, perhaps not this." Were this anyone else forgiveness would have been difficult to grant, but… 

      “As you should be! This isn’t anything to laugh about— and no, perhaps I’ll forgive you this time. I only propose that you make it up to me, as your friend. I do not take the cost of friends stealing my father’s sandwiches lightly, you know.”

She really loved that sandwich didn't she? Perhaps he felt a little bad for pulling a stunt like this, not knowing if she'd be even more mad when she discovered he hadn't eaten her sandwich and had it with him right now. "Lucina....it's a sandwich I'm pretty sure your dad can make another one, it's not that bad" easy for him to say.

"C'mon you gotta admit it is a little funny," if someone else were to witness this conversation they'd surely think something awful had transpired. When in fact, it was about Lucina's lunch. "Okay, okay Your Grace I'll make it up to you" promptly rummaging through his messenger bag to reveal a wrapped up sandwich, and not just any sandwich either. "Here," throwing it to her "you really shouldn't leave your food unattended like that, someone is bound to take it," as he had. However he'd only done so, so no else would he'd planned to give it back all along. The temptation to mess with her had been too high however.

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