You is kind, you is smart, you is important!

    always be kind to animals.  ♡

" Better , now that you're here ! "

Words resounded in kind , rising from her seat with little regard to the iced beverage she just received . Oh well , can always get as fresh one . Minding other occupants as she ventures he's greeted by a pair of arms looping around his torso , a firm embrace well overdue given the state of affairs .

    He was quick to return the embrace, smile beaming off of him like a mosaic window reflecting its colorful light. He was careful, but firm in his wrap with his arms around her shoulders, squeezing her close to his chest. Oh, how he missed her energy and presence. Polnareff's cheeks were warm and pink from his grinning.

    "I have missed you greatly! I fear I might've collapsed from heartbreak if I didn't get to see you again!" He chuckled, placing a soft kiss atop her head. "How has life been treating you? I haven't seen this pretty face in quite some time!"

Cheesy as always , but not a moment too soon by way of warmth brewing in her sternum . How easy it is to make her smile with just a few words ⸻ even if they've been apart longer than anticipated .

If only things were more simple for them , not having to venture so far just to spend a week together if not more .

A chill settles over the Dark. The kind of frigidness that would compel anyone residing in the Light world with the misfortune of waking to remain tucked beneath their blankets.

No one here needs to sleep. However, it does convince many to shut themselves up tightly indoors.

It makes Carol’s journey through Castletown, stalking the fellow Lightner toward the base of the cliffs, a far less tedious affair. The human girl has reached reaches the end of her meandering, and whatever she seeks means little to her. Irrelevant. The only thing on her mind is the young woman's Soul.

Unconsciously, the Mayor clutches at her fantasy spun clothes, twisting the fabric in a futile attempt to keep her reverence at bay. Though incomplete, it is just as unnatural and brimming with power and control as the beautiful red object that her Human Goldchild harbors.

Carol’s husky, tobacco-battered voice speaks from behind her carefully veiled face, announcing her presence to the Human while her back is turned.

“Eileen, was it?”

The sword at her side is ready to be drawn the moment the situation demands it, hand hovering, still as frozen, just above its hilt. The Human may feel threatened, after all, and Angel knows that in the Dark World, she has the ability protect herself.

“What have you been up to here, exactly? Beyond playing games in the Dark with the local Prince, anyway.”

It's been a long time since she set foot on castle grounds , prompted by his majesty to come see the newest edition along many others that housed themselves in the villa .

By now near half the kingdom is aware , further by her placement in the heart of cyber city where familiarity remains it's strongest . To say this was unexpected would be an understatement , though she was informed earlier of a 'guest' still yet to arrive . Perhaps this is who the prince was referring .

" Living . "

Curt , but enough of an answer to start .

✦ ☾ 🔥 ☽ ✦ → " ... You ever wonder what its like? " Said with the slight distracted hesitation of someone that uses his imagination for harmless musing next to never and usually considers such a practice a dangerous pass time. " To be decommissioned, I mean. " He explains as he mixes the creamer in his coffee. " Life must seem sooo... well-- 'easy's' not quite the word, half of 'em are jugglin' credit cards, but... " He half laughs, but mutters out the rest past the pipe in his teeth. " ... Simple. Probably. " He keeps his burning eyes lidded, staring at the swirl in his coffee.

Indeed , as is one's childhood . Things were much simpler then , carefree and whatnot ⸻ but like all good things they must come to an end , and memories of a world centered in pride were wiped in favor of responsibility . Everyone she once knew , gone . Friends , crew mates , it's like she never existed .

Safe to say his words confused her , but judging by his tone they were likely implemented to what they had to endure nowadays . If not cards certainly bills , neither are pleasant .

ঔৣ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ִ ࣪𖤐 ︶ ꒷꒦˚ ╯˚ ࣭ ⭑   ཀ❛ ❛ Don't make me put you in the void... ❜ ❜ཀ   . . ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ ঔৣ