... mirror mirror

vil tends to sleep early, routines set from when she was young to help her maintain her health and energy. early to bed, early to rise, she never really stays up late ( nor sleeps in early ) unless something is on her mind, and on those nights she slips into her robes and takes a stroll. she fiddles with a lighter, remembers parties with the famous folk her age, and snorts. she doesn’t do that stuff anymore, really. it was a rebellious streak, so to speak.

the head of pomefiore is leisurely in her stroll, languid and peaceful, when she does spot cater in the distance, she tilts her head, approaching quietly.

her arms slink around him, warm despite the chill. her hairs down, tickling her face as she peers around at him. such a gesture would like earn schoenheit a fair amount of confused gazes, but it’s alright. she squeezes cater gently, taking a seat beside him on the blanket.

❝ i suppose you can say that. what are you doing out here so late, you’ll catch a chill, diamond. ❞

   “Mmm? Let’s make it a date then~ Just a casual one stargazing~” He laughs, moving a little to the side so she had some proper space to sit down on the blanket. He isn’t too sure how she feels about sitting on the (cold) grass below but knows if it’s anything like him - she’d rather not.

vil gazes at him through long lashes — tired eyes taking him in, amethysts sparkling in the light of the moon. she sighs and lies back, uncharacteristically casual, but thats fine. she'll keep him on his toes this way, and besides, her hairs due it's weekly wash. she looks up at the sky, his words ringing gently in her ears.

❝ the night sky scares me, ❞ she says lightly. tilting her head to look at him, arms resting on her stomach. it's a strange confession, one coupled with a soft laugh.

◆ : wrapping your arms around them from behind

    It had been a while since the night sky had been so cloud free; and so in a moment of reckless thinking, Cater had gathered up a blanket in his arms and made his way out to one of the many open field areas in the college. Maybe he’d find something interesting in the stars tonight, especially with the sky so clear.

Finding a decent enough place that was out of the way (he wasn’t so keen on being socially active right now); he’d sat down on the grass, laying the blanket out to sit on top of as he stared up at the sky. 

the head of pomefiore is leisurely in her stroll, languid and peaceful, when she does spot cater in the distance, she tilts her head, approaching quietly.

her arms slink around him, warm despite the chill. her hairs down, tickling her face as she peers around at him. such a gesture would like earn schoenheit a fair amount of confused gazes, but it's alright. she squeezes cater gently, taking a seat beside him on the blanket.

My muse is touch starved, send one for your muse to-

Before you step foot on The Alcor, you need to answer one question. When the sea is full of perils — why is it that you still wish to come aboard my ship?

Not bad. Be it chess or combat, you always seem to surprise me. Hmm… working with you is quite the novelty. So… I look forward to continuing to work with you, partner.

“Yeah, well, before I definitely wasn’t.”  They’d played with makeup when little, like every other six year old, but they quickly learned that it just encouraged praise that felt aimed not at them but at the girl others imagined existed in their place.  So they’d stopped.  But it had always seemed…cool, even when they couldn’t use it themself.

she isn't looking at them when she says this, but it's clear enough that the request is appealing. vil likes doing other's makeup, maybe it's the perfectionist in her, maybe it's just for fun. she doesn't think about it too tough, that energy can be spent with swatches and techniques.

she leads them to a quiet room within the pomefiore dorm building, just off to the side of the common room. it's extravagantly decorated as most if not all the rooms are, but the lighting here is softer and it's silence is ambient. in the corner there's a small sofa, lavishly patterned and adorned with pillows. it looks comfortable.

❝ take a seat, ill tell one of the other's to bring some refreshments while i go get my things. nobody else should bother you. ❞

she says holding the door open for them with a gloved palm.

❝ i'll only be a moment. ❞

she would've liked to let yuu into her room, but after the mirror incident she wasn't ready for that vulnerability. ( glass on the floor , glass on her vanity , repaired with magic , but forever changed. )

she does as she says, telling a third year who's not needed for class to ready them some tea and treats. and she's quick to gather what she needs.

she's not gone for very long, returning to yuu with a decorative box. she sets it on the table, humming sweetly to herself.

❝ makeup isn't too complicated, even more complex looks are simple enough to create given that you're patient. ❞

she faces them, tying her own hair back into a ponytail before beginning to gently pin their's out of their face.