Taste of Sugar!

🌸 ー There is a moment of silence until the door creaks open, the tiny angel gestures for the other to come in. It was probably Freya’s first time in here, despite them living together for so long.

💕 — Mana’s room was far from something you’d expect of a mother, stuffed animals decorated every free surface of space on the shelves and dresser. Her bed was a canopy with pink frilly bows complimented by the cute pink blankets. Ignoring the clutter of stuffed animals one could see an open languages book at her tiny desk. 

🌸 ー “Mama is sorry for the mess. No one ever comes in here.” Despite that she’ll pat her bed, “Did you want to sleep with mama tonight?” she doesn’t need sleep but it was at least nice to ask.

Aaaah, cute!! Just what she expected from Mama! So many stuffed animals... Freya wanted to know the stories of each and every one of them! Oh, but... now probably wasn’t the time, huh? Maybe she could ask tomorrow! Later today? In the morning! Or afternoon... any time would probably be fine!

“No worries! I kinda came in here without letting you know in advance, so...” Bouncing over to the bed, she plopped down onto it. Swinging her feet slightly, like a child. 

“If you’re fine with it, I’d love that!” A soft giggle, giving her beloved Mama a bright smile, before it turned slightly sheepish. “But, um, what I really really want is... Mama, can I have a hug, pleaaaaase?” 

“…Thank you, Miss!”  A gentle smile as bites into the given meat. It’s yummy even when roasted. After a moment, the girl gives pause before holding out her doll. She didn’t have much to offer, so the least she could do is let the girl hold it.  “…Arietta wants… the pretty miss to hold the doll… as a thank you.”

Well, the child--Arietta?--clearly appreciated the wonderful deliciousness of meat. So perhaps Misella in return was a little more okay with giving her meat away for Arietta to eat. 

“... The doll? Of course, I’d love to hold it. Thank you, it’s very cute.”

@sweetgels​

A peek… she could smell it… the sweet delicious scent of meat. A step forward as she looks past the bush at the roasting meat. It looked good… so very good. She wanted a bite. 

“….Can Arietta have some…?”

Oh, a child. But this is her meat... but that’s a child... but this is her meat that she caught and roasted herself... but that’s a hungry child... who also happened to be cute... 

Stares at her, then at the candle and back at her. He smirks “Aaaw, there’s not enough for both of us though, go ahead, eat it for me.”

After all sharing is caring, ain’t it.

@sweetgels​

Although sleep was unnecessary for the pink haired blacksmith, she enjoyed the small amount of times were she could bury herself in a pile of blankets and think about dolls or projects to work.

This particular night she was deep in thought about swords when she heard the sound of knocking at her bedroom door. ❝Who’s there?❞, she asks, hopping out of bed to hide away all the girly dresses and dolls scattering the floor, she never had to worry about people entering her room so it was a bit of a mess. 

“Um, it’s me, Mama... I, uh...” Standing outside the door, Freya fidgeted with her gloves. A nervous habit that she can’t seem to shake just yet. “I’m... uh, one of my daggers... kinda chipped too much while I was practicing? I dunno if I can still use it, so...”

... Truthfully, that’s only part of the reason. It might be really, really childish of her, despite her being upwards of about 500 years old, but she just... wants hugs sometime. And Sirin was asleep, and she didn’t want to bother her aunties... and now sudden doubt is striking her in the gut. 

“... Is it okay for me to come in? I can come back in the morning or something, if not! Um...”

“The map is ruined now, thanks.” Lips pressed into a thin line as she waved the tattered paper in front of Vicious’s face, so very tempted to burn it and try to set his hair on fire in the process. But she will not. She’s doing better with her impulse control, and Vicious should be thankful.

 “quit that!”

 “don’t trust that…”

❛ I mean, the kids from town wouldn’t lie to me, right ? They’re the ones who told me it was chicken flavored. I also heard merfish taste like tuna ! I’ll see if i can track down some boars later, too. ❜

heroic destiny

you find joy in helping others and adventures. new experiences are very enjoyable to you. you see the good in people for the most part, and possibly have a big ego. it’s not uncommon for you to overestimate yourself and/or others. don’t let this bring you down. not everything you do needs to be extravagant and ground breaking. you can still be a hero by just being you. your heart shines bright, little knight.

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❛ Yeah ! I killed some axe beaks and harvested their meat ! I heard it tastes pretty good ! Try it !! ❜

@sweetgels

“Misella, look what I made! It even has real meat in it this time!”

 “ain’t that the million gald question,” a grunted mutter & his hand is placed on his hip. he’s not surprised. he didn’t care whether she liked him or not, he honestly didn’t. she could hate him for all he cared & he knew that. but he couldn’t deny it wasn’t frustrating when every interaction with the girl was filled with nothing but uncooperative malice & prejudice. 

which was fine. she could do what she wanted. but it was a major inconvenience that was slowly starting to get on his nerves. “look, brat, you were the one who started the whole conversation, i’m just tryin’na understand ya here.”

“You’re unexpectedly thick-headed, given the kind of person you are.” Hm. She really was going to have to spell it out for him, wasn’t she? “Kanata still needs your strength to change the world, and it would be inconvenient if you died pathetically to alcohol poisoning. It’s that simple.”

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The sight of Kanata sleeping by her was not an uncommon one, but Misella treasured it all the same. But sleeping in that position could cause a stiff neck or back when Kanata woke up... 

With Kanata being such a heavy sleeper, it was simple enough for her to carefully move him into a more comfortable position, with his head resting on her lap. For a few minutes, she just watched as he slept and listened to his soft snores. He looked so peaceful like this, released from the stress from the last few days. 

Gently stroking his hair, she looked around the clearing. No one else but them here for now. Looking back to Kanata, she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, and then straightened up again with a smile.