Shield of Ulster

“Your favorite green Lancer? I’m flattered. You know, I’ve missed you as well.” They seemed pleased with his response, and carefully lowered him to the ground. “It’s suffocating having to deal with that weird atmosphere around Vlad and Drake on my own.” 

                Piercing eyes, BEAUTEOUS enough where            even the gods do ENVY, lift in lieu of closing            distance. && even so, she is UNWAVERING in            her demeanor. It is just her ways.                              “—It’s been awhile.”

Minutely his smile edges further up his face as their eyes connect, fingers easily drumming along the shaft of the weapon he carries on his shoulder.

      The nerve of him! How dare he didnt stop! She marched right over to him prepared to give him a piece of her mind. Her hands on her hips, brows furrowed.

        “Welcome bac–?? LANCER! Would you knock that off! Get out of my closet! Cu–” Rin paused, boldly stepping closer to him. Right between him and the closet. “That’s enough!” She challenged, holding eye contact.

      Finally home from school, the magus had full intent to wind down and relax in her room. Grab a book, maybe brew some tea, get lost in a good story. The last thing she was expecting in her room was a big blue hound.

      There went her mood.

        “Lancer! Just WHAT are you doing?!”

Lancer doesn’t stop from going through her things even when he senses her in front of the bedroom door and opens it. Keeps digging through, looking for nothing really and leans from behind the closet door to greet her.

      Finally home from school, the magus had full intent to wind down and relax in her room. Grab a book, maybe brew some tea, get lost in a good story. The last thing she was expecting in her room was a big blue hound.

      There went her mood.

        “Lancer! Just WHAT are you doing?!”

Lancer doesn’t stop from going through her things even when he senses her in front of the bedroom door and opens it. Keeps digging through, looking for nothing really and leans from behind the closet door to greet her.