I love battles; I fear nothing.

Account HIATUS. 

At this moment in time, I am currently looking for a job and have been for the past few months. Filling out applications, getting interviews, receiving application statuses stating Not Referred or Best Qualified, but you’re application was not referred to the hiring official at this time --it’s all been weighing on my mind to the point where I’ve had a panic attack and have numerously shut down (isolated myself from everyone and everything). I don’t even feel like myself. 

So if you’ve been wondering why I haven’t been on skype (I still log on from time to time) or on here --there’s your explanation. When I’ve hopefully found a job or at least feel like I have some semblance of control, I will return. However, at this moment...yeah.

Here’s hoping that you all will have and enjoy 2016 to the fullest your capable of --and I hope to talk and RP with you all soon. 

Seifer-mun/Stella-mun. 

I don’t want to go, but alas I have too. Work and such tomorrow. I currently have: 

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And I will continue to write for those tomorrow. I apologize if I’m moving slow, but currently my real life takes precedence over my net life. 

I’m on skype for now though, message me if you’d like my handle. :) 

             it doesn’t take him but a second to wave off that personable hand, all without shrinking under the scrutiny of that survey. as foreboding a presence the self-acclaimed disciplinary committee leader could be (maybe that’s changed .. . ) it hardly made a difference. from what he could tell within a few moments, it was much the same – little had changed.

           so damned full of himself.

           “it has,” he returns off the cuff, sparing a moment to adjust his gloves. part of him wants to venture as to whether or not he was off chasing that ‘romantic dream’ of his, but he thinks better than to push upon what might be an obvious bruise. “so you decided to come back?”

                         “The kitten doesn’t like to be touched.” 

The words were murmured minutely under his breath at the other’s quick retreat of his personal gesture --the reaction was expected as much, yet expectation did not cause his smirk to wane in the slightest despite the mellow intensity. Part of him wants to test how far he could take Leonhart’s welcoming mood, the urge insurmountable to ruffle wayward strands once more, but at the brunette’s inquiry of his return, broad shoulders shrugged non-nonchalantly instinctively. 

                                     “Why not?” 

He moved closer to the so-called Commander, slinging an arm around the lithe fighter’s shoulders and pulling him close with a content sigh. His actions were out of place, he knew, but with all the time he’d missed pissing Squally-boy off, he had to make up for it. 

                            “Maybe I just missed your pretty face,”

魔術 —– This was not how she had planned on spending her day, but then again, who planned on getting lost? No one did, the notion itself was ridiculous, at least to her. And what soured the situation even further was the fact that the only person she had found was a man who clearly had the worlds biggest chip on his shoulder. Not that it mattered, it was like water off of a shoopuf’s back for this woman.

❝Directions, I need them.❞

He had told her to make it quick

She’d followed what he wanted; straight and to the point, just as directed yet instead of a verbal answer leaving his lips in acknowledgement, he merely laughed. Resounding chuckles shook his broad frame, though they were not aimed at her, but her presence. The aura was familiar to that of Leonhart’s in terms of impersonal indifference --the urge to beget a reaction out of the female rose much like it did with so-called Commander.

  “Obviously,” he supplied sarcastically, sparing a moment to run a hand through blond strands. His previous amusement gave way to cockiness at the action, a smirk gracing rogue features. 

              a huff came from her lips with his words, it was obvious that she wasn’t ready to have his bad attitude. she hardly knew him anyway and already he was making her dislike him. ❛ Well, for one.. I’d like you to throw away the bad language and two.. where am I exactly? I’m afraid I got myself a bit.. lost.. ❜ emerald hues directed passed him.

Defiantly, he straightened, crossing his arms before his broad chest. This girl; she was the prim and proper type --seemingly snobbish with innocent looks, but with a fiery personality; normally he’d ignore these traits given his time with Rinoa years prior, yet his attention and curiosity was peaked. 

    “No bad language? Are you shitting me?” he intoned questioningly, a smirk upon his lips, “--that’s half my vocabulary gone.” 

Feigning hurt, a gloved hand splayed over his heart. 

Staring at the male with her fist resting against her hip, the dangerous expression upon of features should have been warning enough but he had to go and make that comment. Old friends, old habits.

“Somethings never change then… you’re still like you were back then.”

She refrained from calling him something that she would regret but even so, it was so lovely to see a familiar face. “Long time, no see, Scarface.”

It takes only a second for him to respond with a upward shift of broad shoulders and a smarmy grin. “Why change perfection?” 

Either way, he hadn’t been gone long --months yes, yet absent to the point where he would’ve changed, no. Still, he could understand her statement, even understand the uptick of excitement in her tone; time was a fickle thing he’d learned about the hard way.

Chocolate hues caught a familiar sight, only reflected upon previous events that occurred with the sorceress and such, she herself had become one. Her heart heavy still and this just caused further weight, and to skip beats out of being cautious. Although, Seifer seemed to have been back to his old self, still she remained on guard.

"Seifer.. I’m glad you’re okay, but I could ask you the same thing.“

Rolling his eyes, he scoffed. With all the pretty words she spoke there was no doubt that Caraway’s Princess was scared. He’d noted the hesitance of his name on her lips, the moniker lacking the girlish buoyancy and pitch he associated with Rinoa, along with the rigidity of her muscles beneath pale skin. They were tensed, at the ready; for flight or fight. 

“Yeah, glad to see you’re okay too,” he remarked sarcastically, slightly insulted by what he’d discerned, however not enough to forego an act of intimidation. With a gloved hand poised at his chin, he circled around her form whilst observant hues surveyed the area around them, looking for the unmistakable sight of leather and red belts or flash of metal. 

He had the distinct impression that no matter how much he wanted to be left alone, Hyne would be damned to make it possible. A scowl firmly in place at once again being found, he gave a slight nod, resigning himself to hear the woman out --obviously she’d sought him out for a reason and knowing his luck it most likely had nothing to do with her rack. 

For her sake, it had damn well be a good reason.  

The words were growled as hues narrowed in annoyance and frustration of yet another person pestering him. It was another woman, one he didn’t know --but while he wasn’t going to say he didn’t care, neither was he going to say that he did considering he would never complain about women flocking to him. ,