💖 heart game! 💖  // Accepting

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The cake was one thing, she wouldn’t have minded eating a piece of that cake. Now it was smeared all over him. Sylvia’s mind started to wander, heat rising to her cheeks quickly. Even her ears began to burn in turn, a hand coming to her mouth hoping to hide the expression. All the things he implied she could do with her mouth...

❝ Jia you, uh... ❞ Struggling with the words, Sylvia tries to choke them out. It became difficult, when he moved closer to him. The sway of his hips, everything that it &. his tone implied. They would certainly be having some fun tonight. Even so... ❝ Thank you for the gift. But...not here, we need to go above...Lets sneak to your room. ❞

If Yuri or anyone in the Ashen Wolves discovered them like this, or in the thick of the moment, Jia might be struck dead ( not that this was not something he entertained as was ). How he was able to sneak by them with this giant cake, Sylvia didn’t question. He was here now, practically naked &. ready to give a gift of a lifetime; one she would not reject.

With him close enough to her now, she reached for his arm. Her intent was to encourage him some place else that was far more private. Instead, bolstered by boldness, she instead lifted his arm toward her mouth. Her tongue would glide across his skin, the taste of a home made icing erupting within. Strawberry; so heremembered.

❝ We should go...Now... ❞ She didn’t think he needed any other hint beyond the curtness in her tone.

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𝟎𝟏 . 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 • Cheshire or just Ches!

𝟎𝟐 . 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 • 2/23

𝟎𝟑 . 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 • Ascending & Sun Pisces / Moon Gemini

𝟎𝟒 . 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 • 5′6

𝟎𝟓 . 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 • Writing, gardening ( i have a bunch of house plants too ), gaming, reading, taking long walks. Small outdoories things. 

𝟎𝟔 . 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 • I love blues, greens, white ( specifically I love white haired characters if one couldn’t guess ), silver, & anything pastel or vibrant really. 

𝟎𝟕 . 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 • The Last Unicorn, The Little Prince, Snowflower & the Secret Fan are among my ‘i re-read these every few months’ list. 

𝟎𝟖 . 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 • Into the Unknown from Frozen 2.

𝟎𝟗 . 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌 / 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 • Mulan. & I mean Mulan 1998, lmao.

𝟏𝟎 . 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 • Syl’s a pretty old character now, I started her back in 2013 & she’s gone through a lot of changes. I don’t quite know where I draw her current inspiration from, a lot of it is music & themes & over arching plots that have helped develop her character! She’s always growing though, so I love putting her in a multitude of situations that help her grow a little more each time. 

𝟏𝟏. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐑𝐋 • clippingwings was implied to be someone who’s wings were already clipped, was living in a life somewhat like a gilded cage, & wanted to earn their own freedom through rebellion. uwu

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❝ ... ❞ The picture was gruesome, one Sylvia could call unsettling when she realized the subject matter at hand. Blood clearly dripped from his mouth, a clear sign she’d come across him during one of his attacks.

Did he mention this strange child? Sylvia could only slightly recall the amusement in his voice upon the prospect of being eaten after he died. Another odd wish, likely if he were to perish alone.

  How strange… people getting lost wasn’t new, they lived out in the middle of nowhere practically so people stumbling onto their little part of the world wasn’t unheard of, but ending up here with no idea how? That was new.

  “I see… well, the town doesn’t really have a name, but most folks that come through here just call it Ryelea since more than a few farms around here grow and do stuff with rye.” Though that likely wasn’y going to help her much. That was more of a trader or traveler thing, and she didn’t fit into that little classification of people obviously.

  “Hold on a sec…” The blond reached for the bag at his hip, digging through its various contents before pulling out a roughly-folded map. “You know how to read a map? It’d just be easier for you to put two and two together to figure out how far you are from… wherever it is you were before.”

He didn’t seem to be a threat, but she was a touch intimidated by his height. Despite this, Sylvia’s shoulders relaxed a little, tension starting to melt into a more relax posture. His offer to help was far more welcoming than she could thank him for. But finding herself on the countryside; how in the world did she find herself here. 

❝ It sounds like a simple life... ❞ Sylvia commented then, glancing out in the fields. Bringing her fist to her mouth, she coughed within it. ❝ Not that it’s a bad thing! I personally would not have minded such a thing if I had the chance. 

Glancing back upward, the sun in the sky was still blocked by him. How could someone be so tall, could almost reach the sky at that height. It made her feel small in comparison, far more now than she realized before. She was thankful for conversation &. the distraction of a map. 

“Of course there are,” Tsubasa answered, looking up at the sky above them. She knew better than anyone else that being a Cure was dangerous but as long as she had her friends by her side she had nothing to fear. She believed in them like nothing else. “Even with my work as a Cure, I’m blessed to be able to go to school, eat delicious rice, and hang with my friends. I don’t know what the future holds but if anything’s for certain, the Happiness Charge Precure will do their best to protect everyone’s happiness!” she declared with a confident grin.

“I can understand your concern, but I’m fine! You don’t need to worry about me!”

Childish optimism is usually just that &. it’s like a knife is thrust into her chest, hearing a child so ready to risk her life to appease that of others need &. wants. Children should never be made into soldiers, yet here one stood with a bountiful magic at her disposal. A guise of justice; isn’t that what Sylvia had used too?