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The raven haired woman’s plea was not one that was ignored, and he immediately made his way towards her, Falchion gripped tightly in hand. The Risen were cornering in on her, and he had to get there quick. She was defenseless, and it was Chrom’s job to protect the people. Within moments, he defeated each and every one of the dark beings and, finishing the last one, closed the distance between them.

Sheathing his blade once again at his side, he reaches a calloused hand out to her.

                               ”Are you alright?”

      Lithe form eased through the strained air, fingers curled around her skirt as she thought of the mistake that could have cost her so much.  How could she have forgotten her gikon, she was trained and taught to be professional— just how could she have forgotten it. What would have happened if this person wasn't there?

          A voice soon roused her from her concentration, however. Amiable connotations were easy to discern in contrast to her taciturn. With amethyst hues glancing into her peripheral vision, the female observed with habitual passivity as the other stretched out an arm towards her.

             "Yes, I apologize for troubling you. This isn't like me and I never do mistakes like these. I thank you for saving me."

This is the first time I do one of these things so I don't exactly know how to but I wanted to make a Follow Forever thing since I reached my next hundred. I am very grateful for everyone who followed me and enjoy seeing everyone on my dash. My coloring skill are rusty since I haven't colored in a while /sobs. I only colored 4 panels but that's only to avoid it from it becoming any longer. There have been many people I enjoy seeing on my dash and stalk a few because they are amazing. I really hope to interact with more people. (｡￫∀￩｡)

    — perfection!

    Every now and then, especially when she knows that the pictures from her photoshoot is out on print, she makes it a point to wander whenever she shops. Mostly to check to see the reactions of the people browsing the bookstore.

    Maybe if she gets good reviews (or rather, eavesdrop on appreciative commentaries on her shots) just maybe she’ll get something for Matsuda from the manga aisle on the way back.

   The sound of glass shattering captures her attention — it’s different from the rhythmic thrumming of the bass, after all, and it was definitely off-rhythm enough for her to pick up.

    The sound in itself was surprising though, all things considered, especially when she’s in such a normal boring looking mall. 

                                      A ticking time bomb with a short fuse would be welcomed,                                                        and the capacity of despair that came with it as well.

    And honestly she’s ready to watch the mall catch fire and burn and destroy

  Ah but she something even more interesting, a man causing such destruction with those freaky hand of his over not having his size.

        “Positively explosive, destructive, barbaric and all around super awful!” ♡

    Despite her words, the blonde in question is beaming with delight. In fact, she’s rocking back on her heels, teetering carefully as she fishes out a peculiar looking button. It’s been bedazzled, needless to say.

        “So amazing!” ♡

    And despite not making much sense, the traces her thumb over the surface of her button — and presses down on it with a satisfying click!

      "Father seems to have already left," She mumbles to herself, raising a tea cup to her mouth and sipping on it. A sudden humming noise at the back of her throat is released as she wrinkles her nose thoughtfully, breathing into her steaming cup of tea. Fumes writhing up to dance along her mouth and up along her cheeks like ominous bursts of fog, or some slightly less dramatic metaphor. “Will he come home today,” she says thoughtfully. She puts down the cup, she keeps her shoulders straight and her voice stable. House was spotless, her chores were done, homework done and there seem to be no other thing that needed her attention.

                                                             A sigh.

     There wasn’t any plan she had prepared for that day then again she wasn’t one to plan each one of her days.  One would have to let her do what she pleases, no orders would ever come from her boyfriend, not like she’d ever listen anyway, no, she’s like a cat, those beings that can’t be herded or trained and just look at you like it’s your privilegeto let them stretch out on your oven.

                      A Ring.

                               Make that two.

                                            Third one.

     Slender arms wrapped tightly around her Cheese-kun plush as nearly eight centuries’ worth began to overwhelm and pressure her. Golden optics were clenched tight to fight against the mass of thoughts and memories from bearing down too difficultly on her. 

               Burned at the stake

                             Shot numerous times

                                         Everyone she had ever laid eyes on.. gone.

           With a neutral expression upon her features, C.C. released her grip with said memories coming to a halt, “All that’s left are memories of a witch. I didn’t even know that I wasn’t a human. The people who hated me, the people who loved me…they have all disappeared with time. In the endless and forever time, I…alone.” Her features remained placid and reticent as she mused out loud.

                  Lethargic with the sparse amount of sleep in the past few nights, she delved further into the plush at hand, seeking a certain comfort between the stuffed, yellow fabric. A soft, inaudible sigh slipped through plump, parted lips as a small sign of resignation. Sitting up as slender arms wrap around the curve of her knees that’ve been drawn to her chest  and it’s only when she hears the slow tempo of footsteps does she raise her head from the crook of her elbows with a cant of her head to signify a piqued and wary curiosity. “—-…?”

        Just who could be at the door, she ordered a pizza just 3 minutes ago.

  “Hm, they arrived rather quick, don’t you think Cheese-kun?” mused the lithe immortal, sitting on the edge of her bed as iridescent aurulent hues flitted towards the door. The plush with her arms wrapped around it said nothing, as expected, but instead continued to merely smile with its stiched-on mouth. C.C. slowly and methodically made her way to the door. Golden hues blinked as she noticed it was a guy she’s never seen before. Must be a new guy— a fast new guy.