black lace, stiletto heels ❤

📔: Did you celebrate Valentine’s Day as a child/teenager? Did you ever receive Valentine’s Day when you were younger? Do you still do?

👗: Do you like to dress up for Valentine’s Day date? Or dress up in general for the holiday?

👗: Do you like to dress up for Valentine’s Day date? Or dress up in general for the holiday?

🌺: What’s your favorite flower? How do you feel about roses?

“I’ve always been partial to sunflowers~ They match my hair don’t they? It’s not a favorite-favorite, I just really like to look at them.” 

“You sleep in a hole for a couple of days and all of a sudden there are places being blown up again.” With one of those places where the mansion was, but it doesn’t look like they’ve sustained any damage... probably?

❝ Oh… let’s see, to me Mr. Moo is what people would consider to be my familiar. ❞

   I am a witch, after all —  is what she would say but that much is blatantly obvious. She hums as she looks over the other once again, a smile now on her face at being able to talk to someone about her dearest companion. Others may be a bit too weary of his true nature but Magisa sees no reason to hide what he is, at least not with this stranger.

❝ …Though he’s actually much more than just that; he’s a demon by the name of Morax. Your aura made me feel nostalgic is all, since I arrived I haven’t been able to call upon him and I miss his company greatly. I do hope that he isn’t too lonely without me. 

… Hm, that’s enough talking about all that though. Am I right to assume you’re a demon too, or are you perhaps just deeply connected to one? ❞

Hearing the term does cause a reaction from her. And it does clear up her assumptions pretty well. Who else would have a familiar other than a witch, after all? 

But it’s the name itself that causes her to smile, expression of utmost delight forming across her features. She knew that name, of course, what demon didn’t? Especially a ranked one, though she was somewhat lower than the other.

“Morax! So he’s contracted with you!” She couldn’t help but laugh, head thrown back with that display of mirth. “I wondered why you had a scent on you.” 

His look of disdain was directly more at the horrible choice in name than at the sudden feeling of standing on nothing. Her snapping her fingers had done something to the ground, and he fell feet first through whatever it was. Moving into nothingness for a brief moment was like nothing he had ever experienced, and it was only for a second as he came tumbling out, green eyes wide.

(What-)

Jumping to his feet quickly, he sat down next to her, opening his laptop. A fire in his eyes masking any of the anger or dullness that had plagued them earlier. If she was expecting fear, she wouldn’t get it.

“Tell me - how did you do that? You opened two interdimensional rifts in order to transport me through space and time. Can you do that fr expanded distances? Is the temporal nature of the rift dependent on time?”

This was the fun part, usually, at least. Wonder and then fear, and then slowly backing away from her, confusion, unable to comprehend just what had happened to them— usually. And she was expecting that, or something like that. She did get her wish, wide eyes and all. And then he flipped right side up afterwards, landing perfectly like a gymnast in a competition. 

Certainly, the sudden influx of questions was also an expected outcome. But the fear, the reactionary expression after that astonishment didn’t come. Instead, he threw her questions, and she found herself staring, forehead creasing with each word.

     ✖ ✖ ❝ Oh? Is that so? :-) However I agree in that this city and life itself have a degree of unpredictability that makes it hard to worry too about about any one thing, ❞

     ❝ And perhaps I am. Or perhaps I’m merely masking my urge to burst into tears at any moment or an uncontrollable rage that will destroy everyone, including myself. Haha, people can be hard to read at times :-) ❞

“It is! You’re better off taking care of yourself than strangers in another sector. Well, that isn’t totally right. But I’m not really one to lift a finger unless I’m ordered to. Better save my strength than bother, y’know? Though with how things are in this city, I bet I’ll get that order any day now. It’s hard when you live in a house with a philanthropist.” 

∆ { “It doesn’t matter!” Jean says from underneath the tangle of limbs, the pain ricocheting around his entire being––but for the first time in a week, it’s a feeling besides cold and sadness.  He embraces it fully.  “I don’t care.  I don’t care about anything right now except the fact that I’m not sad!” he delights in it, even laughs.  “Do it again, do it again!  Please!” Maybe he’ll never be sad again if she falls on him enough!

“Oh, were you sad earlier? I hadn’t noticed.” No harm done then, at least, nothing too obvious. And he looked happy enough. Odd, but better than an angry man asking for recompense. 

Of course, the request caught her off-guard. Enough that she hasn’t taken herself off the poor boy. “Again? I dunno. I might break a bone with another round. I might poke your eye out, or bash your head. Bad things, we don’t want that. And I don’t want to get charged with assault or manslaughter.”

“I can only imagine why you’d be banned, but then again, it’s not like I care much for the reason. But fine, it’s not like I use my penthouse’s kitchen anyway. Well I do, but only rarely. I prefer eating out, anyway. Yes, if you’re willing to offer me a cake in return for a box of chocolates, then that’ll be a fair trade. Of course I won’t be supplying you the materials since you’re already planning on using my kitchen. Sounds agreeable?”

@gaapu

⚿ She felt a little rude as she walked from one side of the woman to the other, looking her up and down as she walked. The range of beauty she’d been able to see in Salem was limited at best and she was easily distracted by things that caught her eye in Hive City, inanimate or otherwise.

“My, miss, you’re very pretty! How do you get your hair to look like that? Whenever I try to do anything with my own it just gets knotted…”

Stroking her ego was always a surefire way to get her attention. And by calling her pretty... well, her reaction was what one would expect. The grin on her face was prevalent, as she turned to face... the child— oh, it was a kid that had complimented her. Well, the voice should’ve clued her in, really. 

Still, the attention’s well wanted, whether from a child or a probably hot adult that she totally wasn’t waiting for.

“Thank you~” 

“Ha, they should have been thankful.” Knowing nothing about male demons, Shyarly easily guessed they were of the more violent sort, like merfolk. Who could complain about someone as lovely as Gapp for their contract? Whatever that was…

Shyarly rolled her head. “I’ve had people assume I’m like the mermaid from that book, in search of a human prince. Again, it’s a blur, I don’t really pay them any mind.” Most didn’t know any better or probably could conceive of a world different from their stories. Chasing after princes was a human activity too.

On the topic of romance, the mermaid gave a sympathetic smile. “I’ve a hard time imagining you’re without prospects. As long as you don’t mind humans. Which for me, I’m not sure if that relationship would work but maybe I just haven't met the right one. What’s love supposed be like between demons?” She brushed the hair out of her eye only for it to snap right back in place.

“I miss having young students. Less embarrassing for me to say that isn’t it? Well, I’ll keep lecturing you if it’s what you want. I consider myself a foremost life coach and matchmaking expert, when people request my advice. Don’t need to look into the future to have good sense.”

“I did get a good word out of them so it wasn’t a total lost. And I still got paid for it.” She made a motion as if to brush that thought away, focusing on Shyarly’s own plight instead. “Oh, ohh, that story about a mermaid falling in love with a prince? You mean you aren’t looking for a prince of your own?” She laughed. “I kid, I kid. I wish the mermaid killed the prince though. But I guess the ending was okay too.”

An ungodly snort erupted from her. “Oh, you’d be surprised! It’s only short flings and nothing substantial. I mean, my best friend’s married! I love her a lot but where’s my charming other half who’ll catch me when I jump from a three story building? And not that I haven’t thought about being in a relationship with a human... huh. I guess it’s not taboo or anything, though it would be a bit weird. Oh, but speaking of that... it’s... nothing different. Dinners and dates, movies and shopping trips, or a walk in the park... if the park was a burning cesspool of liquid lava.”

A beat. “Nah, that last part’s a joke.”

Despite her failed attempts to look like a professional, Hairu was quick to pause and gawk at Gaap’s use of magic– it really was cool, so how could she not be so easily amazed?

Hairu was such a child, it was a good thing that her partner was not here to scold her.

“Woah… how do you do that?”

She looked to Gaap, now completely distracted from the task at hand, despite their target being literally trapped right in front of him.

“It’s real magic, right? That’s so cool…!”

Even as the man struggled from his bonds, there was no way he could get out of the hole she’d made. So the two females could have a conversation even as he listened on, spluttering to be let down.

“It is! Real magic by yours truly! It’s limited but y’know, that’s how it goes.”

Somehow, someone being this excited made her just as excited too. Sure, it was almost an everyday thing for her now, but still! 

Not to mention the many others who could do this too. Well, she’s still happy that Hairu was so amazed. She’s just as affected by the other’s expression. 

That’s strange!  He didn’t go flying!  I mean, being bones and all helps with enduring Nami’s wind shattering kicks.  He waited for the same, but instead she seemed pretty…casual about it.  Perhaps being “above” it in a sense like his friend Robin, but not even preturbed!  Was this a regular occurrence?!  

“Oh yeah!  So mellow and seductive in your demeanor, I can’t help but approve-!”

Couldn’t help it at that point.  He had that bizarre trait of losing his cordial gentlemanly demeanor whenever something excited him.  He wouldn’t be on Luffy’s crew otherwise. So he got a seemingly torrential nosebleed from his nasal bones.  A nosebleed.  From a skeleton.  Christ.

Not really regular, in a sense. It just didn’t matter to her. Though she would’ve probably bared it all for a hot person... wait, no she probably wouldn’t. Standards ( or some form of it ) still existed with her. But never mind that! There was a bleeding skeleton in front of her! 

Watch as she stepped back to evade the gushing waterfall that seemingly came out of nowhere. While it wouldn’t be obvious with her red dress ( until it dried, but she’d have changed by then ), there was no way she’s letting any blood touch her.

Old man.

He wrinkles his nose, not at all hiding his disdain towards the girl. So, what better way to give a clap-back than to be petty? Snake shoots out the smoke at her direction. “And you need to respect your elders.”

This was definitely a declaration of war. 

The smoke caused her to sputter, smoke colliding with her face. This was what she’d been afraid of, and this was also what made her swat the cigarette from his mouth.