✨️ Sparkle ✨️

From @sparklytimebun: silence ’ for a nonverbal starter (from ru <3 )

The day was young. Too young, headache inducing.

Alastor was in the kitchen making himself coffee. That warm, dark smell wafted from the French press, and his static fizzled out in a satisfied pop.

He'd known Ru had wondered in, but on this rare occasion, he didn't directly acknowledge her.

But he did get out an extra cup.

Her barefeet making a soft noise as she walks across the floor and then, stopped just beside him and after he pours himself a drink, she pours herself one. Though coffee was the least of her favorite drinks, him taking out another cup was a show of genuine affection her eyes. Perhaps Ru should evaluate what equals out to caring.

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ooc

Starters owed:

Momo - @hauntedreality , @darkest--hearts , @fhulhuse-of-muses

Speaker - @strykingback

Soma - @guidedbyelves, @fhulhuse-of-muses

Uriel - @guidedbyelves

I will try to get these done by the end of the week. They might be short, and not long as normal. Sorry for that, I'm just a touch burned out (again), but you will not be ignored. you will be getting starters soon.

For everyone else Serenity and Leon are very active (though im very tired from this rain) but feel free to send them memes! I will be making starter calls for Amelia and Erzsi as well <3

"Yeah, I suppose I both do job as a clown and a magician. Sometimes both jobs intertwine, other times not so much~."

Hearing Simon wish to see a trick and be his audience, of course the clown could never reject such a thing. He loved to perform for others.

Placing his hand on his chest that puffed with pride, a big bright grin on his lips that stretched from ear to ear.

"Well, I can't ever deny such a request~. I'll perform some magic-- free of charge~," he chuckled and turned his body a bit to face the other.

The man showed his gloved hands and balled one up, then pinching the hole of his fist near his thumb, he pulled out a long deflated balloon. After reveal, he gave it a few stretched and placed the end to his lips to blow into it, filling the balloon up to a long length. It was a blue balloon.

Knotting the end, with very quick work of the hands, even hard for the eyes to follow, he made a balloon poodle in a solid few seconds.

Presenting the creation on his palm, he snapped his other fingers, and suddenly the balloon popped. The remains bursting from his palm.

He tapped the brim of his small hat on his head, and removed it, showing the underside to the man to show it was empty. He took the scrapped remains of the balloon into his hat. Wiggling his fingers, he dipped his fingers back into the hat, and pulled out the very balloon dog that popped just a moment ago, in perfect condition.

"Bravo," he says clapping and there is genuine joy to his face, though. "I do so love magic tricks, it's been so long, I ma happy to see such whimsy still exists."

Though the real whimsy would be when he get's his hand on his darling little sparrow. Alas, for now he would need to bide his time.

Despite her attempts to seem distant, she seemed…less worried about being tossed back in the orphanage.

She still wanted to be of use though…she needed to get a Stella…and she would do whatever she had to.

"Hana..." A gentle smile, breathing deeply and exhaling slowly. "Think this is the first time you've hugged me like this."

And God help him he felt he wanted to cry just a bit because finally, finally his daughter was trusting him. Such an odd thing to think: Daughter. When did he start thinking of this family as real?

He should probably try to go out and talk with people more. he know this, but... he just feels like doing nothing most days. Being alone to wallow in his thoughts. His best friend says otherwise, but David can't bring himself to do so most days...

Regardless, there's something... Compelling about this guy... Something suggesting he stays for a little longer. The thought grows the more he looks at him.

Weird...

He had been about to decline when his stomach chooses then to growl in hunger. He blinks, in surprise. A thought coming to him. When was the last time he ate?

"I insist, please let me." He says, and maybe the other would talk more, because gosh what a pretty voice. "Besides, its impolite to turn down someone offering to pay for you, especially if we're the same age~"

Were they? Who knows, not this little 20 something that's for sure. With their agreement he begins to lead them off, humming some. The sun reflects off the albino's skin and if he looked he'd see that the other was wearing a shimmery body oil of some kind, because look at that pretty body glitter!

Well most friends would be running scared, most people at that, but not Soma. no, Soma was content to be near the very much in the zone former devil forgemaster. There was no fear.

A Rekindled Love!

Augustine managed to walk Lysandre to their home which was nearby his lab but also a bit far off. Augustine pulled out his keys and unlocked the door and walked in. It was dark but also bottles of wine were everywhere including an open half empty one was sitting on the coffee table.

His face, needless to say when they entered the house was...concerned. What had happened to his beloved husband? Still he none the less he just followed, noting they would need to talk later about the...bottles.

"Oh you didn't need---August!" and to his side he was instantly, arm catching him with a gentle sigh. "Oh...you have been through a lot, huh?"

With care he lays them down on the bed, sets the things aside before moving to undress him so he would at least be comfortable. He would join them, but between them both he had enough sleep for a lifetime. That coma was a game of his will vs what the heaven's were trying to decide and it just so happen he won out, eventually waking and he was too weak to return--but not now. Now he was strong enough, recovered enough, to be allowed to be without supervision.

She then leans away and blushes some. She shouldn't know this but here she is.

Well of all answers, she supposes that's a good thing. At least her new friend she can be sure of will be safe from the corruption of the internet. Hopefully.

"Yeah...yeah they are."

It was an uncomfortable thought he had since waking from the coma but now, here with them, he is glad to see that they did not and even more so that they still had his things.