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     he WAS , with papers strewn , feather on his collar , bags under his eyes on the verge of purple . he pressed the heel of his palm into his eye socket , bringing forth the awareness he needed for the conversation , for julian , and daintily cupped the back of their neck after discarding his pen . 

     “ julian , “ had to be FIRM in times like these , but his lilt was throaty and soft— nervous , as he internally combed through all the scenarios he could come up with , “ talk . please . “

      julian squeezed their eyes shut as they felt his hand on the back of their neck. they turned their head to the side, away from his gaze, and clenched their teeth. they inhaled a deep, slow breath, in hopes that it would drive the hot tears behind their eyes away. for a moment, they sat in silence. michio deserved nothing less than the truth, but … hadn’t they been a problem for him enough ?

     “ … what might we make out of this ? “

— @cemnos​ / sc / ♫ .

⊰ ✪ ⊱ * ░ ┊ ❝ BRIGHT TRANQUILITY  ❞

                                         ‘ HOW  CUTE.    The supernatural these days don’t surprise him anymore , as he associates them as fellow people wandering about in a world that ( fears ) the abnormal. His countenance only brightening in contrast to the other’s more   reserved !  self. But , he puts no blame on him. Caution is a must these days , as danger creeps about with the friendliest of smiles as a mask. Of course , this was not the case. 

                                          “ Heeeh ~ ? But , that’s ok. It’s just the two of us for now. I don’t sense anyone else around here so it should be ok. ”

      his cheerful tone, though it seemed genuine enough, only sent chills up his spine. the small fragment of him that was still human felt relaxed in his eerily pure presence, but the majority of him that had been consumed by a deeply evil magic was fearful. he kept his eyes on him as a finger toyed with the corner of a page.

     the gesture , the BUMP , was warming , deterring the goosebumps that crawled beneath the thin fabric of his shirt sleeves . his house came into view relatively early and he shouldered the door open with lackadaisical effort . 

     “ inside , “ he chimed , “ there’s a— basket with a towel ? it’ll dry them off while we’re milling about . “ he tugged ezra’s arm a short distance , ANOTHER one magically within his hands , and he started toweling bits of ice out of his hair , “ i have some clothes you can borrow . “

      he closed his eyes as he felt the ice flake from his hair. ❛ really ? thanks. ❜ he waited until michio was done before he bent to take off his shoes. he couldn’t help but allow his gaze to wander … the place had hardly changed, even after all the time he was gone. ❛ man, i almost forgot jus’ how much it snows around here, ❜ he chuckled as he glanced out the window. he had been through a few snowfalls while he was traveling, but nothing compared to what snowbelle city experienced.

        ‘    cool then.  do you have a seat preference?   ’    head tilts ,  though she hands him a menu anyway ;  most of the tables at the shop open for his choosing.  ‘   if they really want to pick a fight , they’ll be back. then i’ll handle it.  ’  she seems very dismissive of this. ‘   me?  i’m fine. just a bit annoyed , but what can you do about it?  ’ 

        ❛   my patchwork is certainly not top quality , but they do the job at keeping my hands warm !   ❜  she gingerly dismisses his unwarranted praise with her customary modesty , accompanied with an unassuming smile as she offers a reassuring squeeze to his hands before letting her sylphlike fingers slip through and away from his .  ❛   goodness , the size of your hands outshine mine ! they’re almost like bear paws , but in a really good way . my fingertips just barely reach yours . if i were to ever go gloveless , you’d protect my hands , wouldn’t you ?   ❜ she jests in a voice touched with feather - light amusement , 

⊰ ✪ ⊱ * ░ ┊ ❝ BRIGHT TRANQUILITY  ❞

                                          His carefree attitude remains intact , even when he finds someone discovering the nature of his wings and ( inhuman ) self.    ‘ but that was fine.    This one ; he found so different. White wings curl and flap in delight as reaction to his emotions tied to them.

                                          “ Heeeh ~ ? Having my wings out around YOU isn’t that big of a deal. I get the feeling that you’re not like a lot of people. ESPECIALLY other humans. ”  //  ( @cemnos​ ❤ )

      so he had been right — the cold prickle he had felt was an instinct to preserve himself. the grip on his book grew tighter, but his expression remained indifferent and his cold eyes didn’t reveal any of his momentary panic. there was a certain anxiety that came around being something holy, divine; it was a fear that rooted itself in his indefinite immortality. people like that could almost always see through his facade immediately.