[HIATUS]

Hello, I don't feel like role-playing anymore. It has been a lot of fun but too many things are going on in my life and... It's difficult. I needed roleplay as a way to escape my irl life struggle and it didn't help.

I loved role-playing Zola with all of you. He is, and will always be a big part of my life, negative as positive. I met awesome people and had a lot of fun with y'all, but I guess I'm not made for rp.

I will keep this blog. It has too many good memories and nice rp to read when I feel down. (and just Zola content. Thing the internet lack.) I might come back to rp once I am in a more stable situation, who knows.

You can still find me at the URL princess-zola, my main blog (which is btw politic/PSA free. It's only Fandom content, mostly. Never negative things. So if you wanna follow me and post these kind of things, I won't follow you back.)

@small-illusionist

“Easy now, no need to be shaken up, i rarely ask for help but I was just wondering that if you can help me out with the metal egg cases? seems I bought a little too much…” The male dark falcon rider rarely ask for any help but in this situation he forgot to bring any gravity based tome would be no problem for it. 

“....metal...egg cases? Why do you need that for?”

The mage looked at him, puzzled. He had no idea about the spring festival, and all those thing revolving around it. It was something no one had the time to explain to him, but he didn’t really cared anyway.

That’s… tragic… I thought something entirely different, I’m sorry to remind you.

She was honestly slightly jealous, thinking it was another woman he was soft on. How cruel she felt, though any other time, she wouldn’t care.

Well… I think you like the memories, actually…

She chuckles softly, reaching with a hand to rub his back comfortingly.

I love to dance! I didn’t do quite what my Aunt did, but I did dance often for fun. They’re quite foreign though, I couldn’t just do one in the castle or I might disturb some people.

Yeah, and Alfonse would scream at her, probably.

Zola almost screamed, excitement on his face:

“I would LOVE to see you dance! I just- I just want to know more about you and your world.”

He dropped Rose’s subject. She died years ago, and he wanted to be happy. He wanted to make Kiran happy as well, and thinkind about death wasn’t good for any of them. They had to fight all the time already. Even if they couldn’t die, everything was painful.

Right now was the perfect moment to forget about that.

“By the way... did you- were you...dating someone?... I- I mean! Are you dating anyone?”

That was random. But he really wanted to know if he could try for more. For once in his life, he felt like someone liked him enough to try. Sure there was Valter, Niles, and other guys who were there and ten times more attractive and special than him. But it didn’t meant for him that it was totally hopeless.

“Do you...need anything, sir?”

Sounds bad. For him. He squirmed a little, scared he had done something wrong again. He tried to remember the last things he has done today.

Hey, he didn’t do anything in fact. Less stressed, he finally made eye contact with the other soldier.

She chuckles too, squeezing the hand that grabbed hers quite affectionalty. She often never minded touching people where they might be uncomfortable, to her, it was like touching some cool object. However, she was so simpathetic with Zola. Maybe he brings out the best in her.

I moved out of her apartment, like her home, about a year before I arrived in Askr. I was attending a sort of school that lets you live there to study.

Kiran looks up like trying to remember.

I missed hanging out with her, but she was more of an all play and no talk kind of girl. She liked me because I liked to do the things she did. Heh, she was a singer and dancer, if you will.

That could be scandalous to explain further in Askr. Oh well, her profession could have been a lot worse.

What about you? You mention a girl named Rose sometimes…

Zola couldn’t help but blush. They were holding both hands now. It was like a dream. If he indeed died, he was in heaven. When she talked about Rose, he lost the red as his cheeks, feeling quite nostalgic all of the sudden.

“I wish she was there as well. You would have loved her. She was my little sister, by seven years. She sadly died during the war, protecting my mother from Hoshidian soldiers. She absolutely adored magic, and bothering me. I really loved her. I hope she is as happy as I am right know, where she is.”

He laughed a little. Well she has been a pain in the ass the first five years, and after that, the best little girl someone could ask for. He sort of had been her father and brother, and was very proud of her.

He shook his head and thought about her aunt. Azura was a singer and dancer too. What was so wrong so she wasn’t telling him more? He tried to ask, if she wasn’t comfortable, he’d drop the subject.

So he did know, and not only that, but by more graphic details than she could have known herself.

Her eyes move to the scar, easily showing through the open part of his shirt. In all this time, she didn’t know it was from his death.

It must have hurt.

Sympathy pulls in her gaze, and she takes one of her hands from his to brush her fingers just under the line that Bölverk created. That was a nasty weapon all on its own.

Mh? I did have some friends, but we didn’t really talk much outside of school or bars or something like that. It would be cool for my aunt to see all of this though.

She smirks slightly at the memories of her. It’s been a long time since she spoke of her. It might be a disaster if she came to Askr as well, for she was too similar in mind to Kiran, and maybe worse.

A weird laugh broke the mood.

He was very, very sensitive near the scar, and she tickled him just by the light touch. He grabbed her hand gently, too scared to make that sound again. Let’s try to make her ignore that.

“H-how was- how was your aunt? You must m-miss her.”

@small-illusionist

In the busy square outside of Castle Shirasagi, an oddly costumed wizard stood performing for a group of small children.

“Keep your eye on the handkerchief!” He waved the handkerchief in question in front of the children, then stuffed it into his hand until there was nothing showing. He held his fist up to his mouth and blew, and rather than the handkerchief appearing, suddenly he was holding a bouquet of flowers!

The children cheered, and some of their parents dropped a few stray coins into his clay collection bowl while clapping politely. He offered flowers to each of the children as their parents ushered them away; when the last one left, he sighed and sat on the edge of a low wall, producing another handkerchief from inside his cloak and dabbing at his forehead.

Zola was coming back from a meeting in Nohr with Lady Corrin, following lady Sakura around, but she had to go shopping for something, leaving the mage wonder back alone to the castle. He heard the cheering of the children, and with a smile jumped to see what was happening. A magic show, how funny. He snorted and let the children pass him.

What a gifted little mage. Zola walked toward the magician. What about an apprentice? It could fill up his day with something to do. Zola liked working for the hoshidians, but he often felt lonely after a while.

    A pained grimace immediately plummets along her features yet rather than press further, Say’ri retracts her arm as if struck by sudden lighting. My, did he truly believe she possessed ulterior motives?

    “ N-Nay… I can assure you that was not my intention. ‘Twas not long since your  ARRIVAL  and the good kingdom of Askr is vast, so I thought it best to offer you my guidance, ” she manages at long last. “ You are under our summoner’s jurisdiction, hence why I never believed it possible you could betray us. I may know of your cowardice but… I acknowledge you as a comrade I must defend, all the same. Therewithal, you are more tolerable than most despicable men I have encountered. ”

    For a moment longer, Say’ri allows those words to linger between them, before proceeding to lower her head in an apologetic bow. “ …Pray pardon. If you wish it so, I shan’t impose on you any longer. ” The words she uttered became permeated with guilt, suggesting she may have regretted disturbing him.

The mage frowned before blushing, understanding she wasn’t like the others so far. He couldn’t bear seeing people lowering themselves for him. He wasn’t worth this bow.

“I’m so sorry- I shouldn’t have-”

He sighed and scratched his neck. What an idiot.

“It’s not often people are being genuinely nice to me. I am really sorry. And with all those things going around- I didn’t meant to be so violent.”

He felt very embarrassed, but trusting people was difficult when everyone around him looked at him like some kind of monster. He knew he wasn’t the nicest person around, but was he really worth being so hated? He couldn’t remember what he had done before arriving here.

Her thumb absently follows his, moving together. He really liked it, it seems, and that makes Kiran chuckle.

Oh no, they befriend me in a heartbeat, even if they don’t know me. They just won’t teach me how to fight, thinking it’s the best way to protect me.

She rolls her eyes slightly.

I wouldn’t need a bodyguard if I could.

Her other hand flicks at the hanging part of his hat, noticing it moving around in the wind. It’s so cute, and kind of makes him look like an elf. Maybe he was, but she doesn’t recall any records about such a thing.

I knew, but I also knew you pleaded for the dragon kid’s life. And besides, the maid Flora betrayed them almost in the exact same way and they still found it in their hearts to forgive her. I have no reason to be mad, and I’m not some goody two shoes anyways. You both-

She was going to say they both gave their lives against Garon in the end, but Zola might not know he was dead at all.

Can I ask you something? What is the last thing you remember before I summoned you?

Zola listened carefully to her, trying not to look at their hands too much. His cheeks were red enough like that, he must be looking very weird right now. He never felt shy, but he couldn’t help it.

“You can’t always protect the people you love. I learned that by myself years ago. I’d be more reassured to know you can defend yourself in situation where none of us can be there for you. Because it will happen.”

He let her play with the pompom at the end of his hat. He liked it as well, some people mocked him about it, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t anything special, really. It was making him a bit taller, but nothing else. He just liked the look of it.

When she asked the questions, he stopped eyes contact. He was happy she saw it this way. But Flora was Corrin’s friend. Of course people liked her, and cried her death. Zola wasn’t. They didn’t even remembered him when they met during the war. What a shame.

“I think I died.”

He looked down at their hands. The sight was reassuring. He needed that. It was bad for his heart, but he needed it. He traced his scar, going from his shoulder to his stomach.

“This is an axe injury. And the last person I saw with an axe was King Garon. We were in the Opera. I have no memory of what went wrong. My plan was to get Corrin back to their family. Nothing else. Why would he kill me?”

He couldn’t remember his last words. He couldn’t remember asking to be forgiven. Maybe it was better like that. He squeezed her hand a little and smiled.

Iago didn’t heed Zola’s command; he followed him at a slight distance, not exactly wanting to be left alone with Zola’s dead sister. He was more comfortable with death than most, but he wasn’t quite that comfortable…

“Zola, no offense, but you’re built like a broom.” Iago sighed. “I’ll help you. This far from Windmire you’re going to want protective burial rites, to boot…”

After all, this was the sort of place he drew most of his Faceless from, and there was little to stop any other dark mages or sorcerers of sufficient talent from raising the dead in such a place…

“Where do you keep the shovel?” After all, between the two of them, Iago was the one who had been a front line soldier once upon a time.

He turned to front Iago. He probably looked like he was the third dead person in this room, he never felt so bad in his life. Why would Iago stay? He knew his mom and sister liked him, but did he liked them back? He didn’t even thought too much about it, and broke eye contact.

“Why aren’t you already gone?”

His tone wasn’t angry or even sad. He just asked it, while looking for the shovel. It was probably outside, in fact. He opened the furniture around him anyway.

“Oh yeah. I should ask you, even in this state, do you want to keep the bodies? I didn’t thought it could be useful for your research.”

He starched the wood on the drawer. There was blood even there. Rose really fought until her last dying breath, it seemed. He opened the front door and took the shovel. It was indeed against the house.

“I want this war to stop as soon as possible. And if this is a way to help you, I don’t mind. I think enough people died for no reason. I killed innocents as well.”

He almost laughed. Maybe it was his punishment for killing those people in fact. He rested on the wall and looked at the ground.

Hehe, you’re very welcome, Zola…

It feels warm to see him so pleased. That said, she can’t bring herself to tease him about how affectionate he seemed to her, so she lets the moment continue with their hands clasped together.

Maybe she could even feel magic through him like this.

You know, I do a lot for the heroes and give them new skills, but I think this may be the first time someone wants to help my powers improve. So I have to thank you.

“What, really? But what do the others then? I mean... apart from fighting. Do they befriend you at least? You’re such a kind person, it’d be too sad if it wasn’t the case.”

He also knew no everyone was encline to meet someone from another world. They were very different after all. But Zola didn’t mind at all. He liked it a lot, even. She was kind, and...

“By the way... Do you... I mean, you knew my name when I came here, I guess you knew me by some way or another. Why aren’t you mad at me then, like the others from my world?”

Without thinking, he began to gently rub her hand with his thumb. He felt nervous just thinking about the previous events, and somehow feeling skin and warmth from another body felt reassuring. It has been what felt like an eternity he didn’t touch someone. Well, since his family passed away, probably. Iago already touched his shoulder once or twice, and Hans tapped his back at least 3 times, but those touches weren’t that warm.

He should maybe let her go, but he didn’t wanted to. It was selfish, but she wasn’t asking to have her hand back. Why not keeping it. And if she felt weird or uncomfortable, she would have pushed him away long ago. Maybe she liked it too. The thought made him blush a little and try not to smile like an idiot.