nebulous.

also i dont like this man— Daemon is a true beauty

( Narcissist.

( Alaude is frankly a little disturbed and creeped out by the uncanny resemblance )

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“... And what are you, ten?” Alaude snarked back with disbelief as he took in Daemon’s too-bright smile and proffered hand. He knew better than to trust those gleaming blue eyes that promised nothing but trouble. Yet, for some unfathomable reason, the blonde decided to stand up anyway with a sniff, both hands planted on the table as he leaned against it. “If anyone asks, this was all your doing.” 

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Alaudi raised her head tiredly from the desk (when did she even fall asleep?), exhaustion fogging at her vision and fevered flush painting her cheeks. The fact that she hadn’t even stirred when the door opened was enough to raise alarm bells at the back of her mind. She knew she wasn’t exactly in the... best condition, but she had been certain that she had hid it well enough at the Famiglia meeting. Clearly her efforts had failed, judging by Elena’s presence in her office. Head pounding, she gave her a grateful smile as she accepted the steaming cup of tea. “Merci, ma chérie.” She sank back into her chair, giving up on all pretences of normality. She could allow herself to be weak in front of Elena. “I’m fine though, just a little tired.” They both knew it was a lie, Alaudi was already struggling to stay upright and awake. A delicate hand reached out to stabilise her shaking cup and that reproachful look from the other blonde was enough to make her look sheepish, voice small as her lips part,

“Will you stay?”

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Such a phrase would usually yield suspicion from the blond, especially when spoken by his blue-haired companion. He’d been caught on the wrong side of his mischief too many times to not be wary. Instead, Alaude merely opened his eyes to look up at Daemon above him, a look of curiosity reflected behind clouded blue. That he had even asked was enough for him to consider entertaining the idea. He caught a gloved hand, lips brushing over the soft material. “You know I don’t like surprises, mon cher.” Alaude sighed, unwillingly lifting his head from Daemon’s comfortable lap and shifting on the bed until he was sitting upright, long legs folded under his body. He stared at him for a long hard moment, as though if that would force the Mist to yield his secrets without him having to give into his strange demand.

Daemon only stared back, reading his intention all too clearly, and equally amused.

“Very well.” He conceded, letting his eyes close and raising his cupped hands in front of him, holding perfectly still as he waited. There was a rustle of sheets as the Mist moved, Alaude’s senses prickling with the idea of the unknown. The Cloud forced himself to calm. After all it was Daemon, and Alaude trusted Daemon.

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Piercing blue eyes flickered up from across the table, a lazy smirk appearing on his face as his wandering hand moved back up to where it was - steepled under his chin. “Wasn’t that always the intention?” The fact that the Cloud guardian was even willing to entertain the idea of spending some time alone in a public space with Daemon (and not fighting) suggested some form of bribery behind the scenes, however it would come as a surprise that Alaude did tolerate the other’s presence at times. For all their arguments and fighting, they also understood each other much more than they would like to admit. It was only natural. He reached for one of the chocolates from the platter, slender fingers unwrapping the foil packaging. His eyes closed with a pleased hum, content to let the conversation fall into a comfortable silence for the time being, enjoying the platter of delights before them.

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Daemon’s lost his snark in his old age

          And here he presumed that the mission would take the Cloud for a vastly longer amount of time away from the mansion, almost accustomed the man became to not beholding the face or hearing any unpleasurable commentaries of his fellow French associate. “You’re not younger yourself, Alaude.”

Alaude’s smirk widened as he caught the look of displeasure on the other’s face. “No, but I also didn’t just lose to mere teenagers.” The withering look he received would have been enough to send others running, instead the blond took a few more steps forward. It was quite refreshing being on the other side of the teasing, rather than the one being poked and prodded.

        It’s not an illusion, where they are. The rich, earthy scent of grass and dirt where she laid, the faint breeze against her skin, carrying pollen and the slight, barely there scent of coming rain— small things, but when most illusions focused on sight and sound and touch, even the best illusionists didn’t always think about smell, not with such nuance, especially for large scale illusions like this would have to be. There was always something, and Gioia doubted that even the best of illusions could erase the acrid scent of a bloodied, burning battlefield so completely from her senses, blocking even her intuition. And even discounting the environment, there was no way mist flames could perfectly replicate Alaudi’s presence, heavy bright and burning, a beacon to all who could see.

        The man’s claim, false or true, is one he believes without hesitation. Her mouth flattens into a grim line, and she doesn’t have to see Alaudi’s face to feel her anger. It happens too quickly, before they can act or react— Alaudi’s flames are neutralized and she’s frozen in place, sceptre at her throat. Gioia takes two involuntary steps forward, doesn’t know what kind of face she’s making, but ice races up further on her captives, chest high, to their vocal complaints. She knows with blinding clarity she’ll freeze the very air in their lungs, if he dares—

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The icy chill was a difficult feeling to shake off, clinging to her skin still even as she moved back into a defensive position to stand guard in front of Gioia, her still figure poised and icy hues cold and calculating as she took the moment’s pause to reassess the situation. Alaudi’s breath came in soft pants, gaze darting between all the players on the field and she’s already planning her next attack should her Sky commanded her so. The long-ranged attackers would be the first to go before they could pick them off, and Alaudi was quietly confident that with Gioia at her back, they would be able to rid of the remaining hostiles.

“Very well, Alaudi.”

Said blonde’s eyes snapped back to Gioia and she saw the calm resolve behind bright amber eyes. She cocked her head slightly in acknowledgement, she knew better than to argue with her when she was like this, plus Alaudi was hesitant to show the supposed Ninth a less than united front against the unknown. She doesn’t relax her grip on the chains however, without the rest of the Familglia there as support, the sole responsibility of defending her Sky rested on her shoulder’s alone.

An incessant buzzing in his pocket had the Cloud pausing in the reports he was reading and frowning a little as he reached down to draw out the little mobile device the Vongola Tenth had given him. This time’s modern technology still puzzled him, but at least this was simple enough to use.

Even though it seemed to only make it more convenient for certain someones to annoy him with persistent messages. Slender fingers hovered above the screen as he took a moment to decrypt the message from the current unruly Cloud.

... The answer is still no. Send.

Balinese

You have a truly regal spirit, but that doesn't mean that your soul is any less loving or compassionate. It just means that you are grace itself, although your emotions may run deep beneath the surface, you're always the first to offer help in a time of need.

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Mastiff

You might have a confident and imposing personality, but you're a shy soul. You act very demure and give off a dignified air that makes people instantly respect you even before they know you. While the crowd is yelling and cheering, you stand off calmly in the corner, smiling happily. You stick close to the friends you trust, and only the most loyal make it into your inner circle.

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Love you too o3o