Princess Perfect

She did not like that. She hated it. Why was she like this? It’s supposed to be okay, it was always okay around this place. She will return back anyway right? so why would Syalis push her own sister away and then proceed to fall down the cliff instead of her own twin? There was something else too. The pain. She just realized it, but now, impaled on a large spike, she still had her consciousness. The girl coughed, feeling her mouth fill with something salty and warm. The coughing continued. Ah, the pain is too much. It’s so sudden her min goes blank. She wants to call out to her sister. She thinks that maybe this time it’s all over. Maybe there won’t be any resurrections. The eyes filled with stars shift, as she coughs more. Her mind finally starts to go dark. She tries to push herself off the metal rod, but it only causes a moment of clarity from the pain engulfing her mind.

WEAVING A HEAP OF IRON, EXUDED FORCE LACERATED WIND ITSELF. As an answer to her question, a corpse of a degenerate fell aside her silhouette. Crashing so fierce that one could hear bones shatter, blood clots splashed, painting this area of the forest’s open maw in a tint of red.  Our behemoth peered over a shoulder, unabashed by her question, was it even worth answering ??  Most importantly, what was such a little girl doing in a place so mundane, so terrifying for the weak of heart ??

❝  Hmm.❞ Sheathing away his blade, Guts turned on a heel, capturing a better view of her petite outline through one window to his soul.  ❝  Did you get lost ?? ❞   Those scissors must have been a joke, yes, a joke without a glimpse of a doubt.  Something she thought to be powerful in her rather undeveloped mind.

“....i  guess you could say that i am lost, yes.” Unlike many females her age, she did not react in fear or disgust, she jut sort of, blankly stared at the corpse that fell down on the ground. She let go of her scissors and just walked towards the towering figure of the one-eyed man she started to talk with at the moment. And again, she showed no sighs of fear or distress. Many of her fellow humans would run or shiver in fear in front of the mighty figure of the black swordsman, this one girl? This girl was something else entirety, at least from the looks of it.

“I… see…” A small shade of blush appeared on Claudia’s face from the compliment. W-Wow… I think the only people that call me cute are Syn and my sisters. And Jeanne, but the less she thought about that damned witch the better. Though… hearing of erratic teleportation had the knight narrowing her eyes and shaking off the blush.

So direct though… It was almost irritating how much the woman’s tone bordered sarcasm.

“Yes, I’m a knight, an warrior noblewoman specifically, possibly a future princess if our military exploits continue making way.” She pulled out her dagger, twirling it around her fingers. “In any case, I’m Claudia Ivora, eldest daughter of the Ivora family and leader of our militia. You currently stand in our manor. Unannounced.” She sheathed her dagger. “I’ll be blunt with you Syalis, since you have no qualm about giving me similar treatment. Grab whatever weapons or tools you have lying about my home and leave. I’ll be happy to guide you to an inn, but my home is no place for a stranger to be.”

“....I mean, i would grab whatever i have if i had anything.” The girl shrugged slightly, seemingly not disturbed with a rather blunt way of the other saying for her to go away. The facial expression remained the same as the girl looked at the so-called knight with an almost too obvious curiosity. She seemed...protective. Very much so. And if she were to believe the introduction...she was the daughter of the current owner of this place? And also the head of militia. Well, sort of like that one person she knew sometime ago. She could not quite get the name. Oh well. Not it’s not the time to think of the past.

@slccpyprincess starter following you

Poke poke. “ Are… you sure should be sleeping here?”

She seems sound asleep before the voice made her flinch and open one eye to face the one who managed to wake her up. A weird sense of discomfort overtook her senses. She did not remember falling asleep in such an unusual place. 

Unprompted || Always accepting

Le smooch from Princess || Accepting (2/5)

The girl looks at the other with a bit of surprise. Well, a request is a request, so why would she refuse something like that? A few small steps are taken towards the girl, as she stands on her toes before pressing her lips to the cheek of the other female. A kiss lingers a bit, before she leans back and looks at the result of the deed. A slight mark from the lipstick is left there. It seems like she forgot that she put some this day. 

Unprompted || Always accepting

Getting smooched was unexpected. She was actually joking about it, but here she is, with a warm feeling spreading across her face, making her cheeks burn. Well, she enjoyed the affection that’s for sure. She closed her eyes for a moment, before opening them and looking at the girl before her, with her white stars growing now to almost cover her entire eyes with their size. A bizarre thing, but the stars in the eyes of her family always grew when they were emotional. Certainly added even more expression to her face.

Unprompted || Always accepting

“….you are right.” Did not think about that for a second. It seems she hasn’t noticed that it got colder again…and where is she exactly? The thought of not being in her room back in Demon’s castle caught up with her sleepy mind and she looked around again. Oh. She warped. Well shit. She was about to sleep too! It has been happening too much recently. She does not mind, she meets lots of new people that way…but it’s still annoying for many reasons. 

“You’re tellin’ me. You should see Wrathia, she obsesses over things for days on end. It’s horrible.” Rolling her eyes, she does grin at the smooch placed on her face. There was always something that would brighten her day, and it was usually affection. “What kinda cake? Or should we surprised ourselves?” 

Ava’s already starting to plan ways to cause chaos, none of them solid enough in concept to become the one, however. Even so, she starts to stretch herself out in preparation to get up, and actually move instead of lounging. A grimace forms, and she shakes her hand a few time to try and regain a little bit of feeling. “That hand that held the book is all… Weird, now. Gimme a second.” 

“I know the feeling...it’s something that happens when i sleep in a weird position. A very strange feeling to be honest.” She nods to herself and sits back while also observing what was the other doing right now with this situation of hers. She found it rather cute, at least seeing it from the side, not exactly feeling it herself/ 

You stop and ask yourself “Do I really want my hands to cramp up making all the icons??” and then give yourself a blog limit, mine right now is 5, working on ONE more but then I’m done lol

Any normal person would lose their shit or something. But Eirik? Eirik remained where they were, completely unfazed and pokerfacedly stared at the girl. They were sitting at their mini camp they made just outside their skoolie by a lake and with an open fire and they were cleaning some fish they caught while boiling a rice. Their dog seemed spooked about it and made a growly whine at the strange occurrence.

The stranger didn’t say anything, but the sought and gave her a tissue, which stenched of fish. Will Eirik tell her that? Nah, they were curious how that will react. Curious if she was an alien or some sorts.

“Tell me princess, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

They decided it was appropriate to crack a joke and their deadpan tone and dry emotions made it clear of that fact.

“You know.....i sort of get this is a joke, but i am actually a princess, so i guess it’s not exactly now isn’t it?” The deadpan is returned full force, while she sniffs the tissue and then moves her hand to do a few gestures. Cleaning magic was always pretty handy in a situation like that after all. She then stopped immediately. If she was self-conscious at all, she would probably slap herself on the face from that sort of lapse in judgement from her side. She could use magic. Magic. Healing one as well. With a heavy sigh, she casted a smaller healing wound incantation. Well, now that the blood is actually stopped, she proceeded to wipe the remaining red liquid on her face with the sparkling clean tissue.