BLACK FLAG.

       𝐼𝑛  𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘,  𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒  𝑖  𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒  𝑡𝑜  𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝  𝑚𝑦  𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. / 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 & 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 / indep. sel. Jeanne D´ Arc (alter) from fate grand order. Written by smol

@tenkoseiensei​ replied ; hot ; i mean whoops

@tenkoseiensei​​ said ; ' oi, oi ... abenger, ya want some spellin' lessons? ' /  from :  𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃

       HOW? How?? when!? her diary... her diary. Where is it!!? Golden eyes desperately scan the area in search of it; first, her gaze automatically shifts to her left, where she had been sitting moments ago, then to the desk, then to the shelves- nothing. nothing. nothing. It all happens so quickly that she fails to realize that all that time, it was Yan Qing who had her diary in between his hands. She lifts her gaze and finds that cursed little book resting in between the assassin’s hands in a way that made it seem as if it was not her diary anymore, but his. how stupid she was to think it was a good idea to have a journal with her; how stupid she was to think that it was a good idea to let her feelings wander around through words in such a shameless way, when they have always meant to remain locked until they rot deep beneath her heart.

Anger begins to boil under her veins. Was it anger even? No; it was something more akin to impotence. Because she knew it was already too late; he had already read the contents written in that book, he had already seen her ugly caligraphy, her mistakes, the scribbled letters that were written improperly, and fundamentally; the proof that she was nothing more than the same pathetic little peasant girl that no one was to ever take seriously. That she still possessed a part of that other jeanne that was simply unable to fully leave her .

       ❝   —That doesn’t belong to YOU  ❞   A roar, jagged and desperate. and instead of snatching it away from his hands, flames abruptly emerge around Yan Qing’s gloved hand, his gauntlet being the only reason his hand doesn’t get burnt to ashes. Was it a coincidence she chose not to direct her flames to his arms or chest? Despite the flames not melting his gauntlets, they did set her diary on flames, making Yan Qing drop it in response; that was when it was over. Taking a few steps closer, Jeanne began to stomp on the burned book, over and over and over again with the heel of her boot; each time with more anger, more frustration, more shame.   ❝   —Stupid, stupid!, STUPID!!  ❞   She continued like this until the edges of the book and its content became nothing more than useless garbage. That was what it was meant to be from the start.

       Dear dyary, todai i made a new ememi. His name is ..... something. I never learned it. wateever, his name is not important. The point is that he is UGLI and stupid and stupid and STUPID and stupid!!! and ugli and he walks around naked as if he were the owner of this shitty place. He called me a purple goblin. The audacitee!!! ONE DAY HE WILL DIE DIE DIE DIE BY MY HANDS. I will teech him the anger of an abenger. 

Until then, kind rega-. 

@artificile​ said ;  ❝ ma-beh-loose! zet doo bon bouloo, avenger. ❞

           From her usual uninterested expression, it became an interesting sight to see Jeanne´s expression shift for a change of pace. Her eyebrows slowly raised, at first, from confusion, but it later clearly grew into a sort of..... displeased (to not say exagerately disgusted) frown.

       Ew-- 

Were her ears deceiving her....? or was that the poorest, most lamentable and embarrassing attempt at speaking french? She could tell there was no intention of offending but rather, that his master was simply pretty terrible--- at pretty much everything aside eating sweets (as toJeanne uses to claim).

After a couple of seconds, Jeanne took a deep breath, perhaps as to not loose her patience and throw Hakuno outside Chaldea, and raising her back of her hand to rest against her forehead, her annoyance now began to slip through her voice;

❝ ....I forbid you to ever speak french again- or speak to me in either case.