#askphoenixquinn

"I... erm... heard the... urr... bird influenza - yes, that's right! - was going around."

// I’m so sorry I can’t think up of skype names huhuhu

[7:42:45 AM] Flaming Quinn Jong Un: Kayle babbuuuu

[7:42:54 AM] Flaming Quinn Jong Un: why are you still awake

[7:43:01 AM] Flaming Quinn Jong Un: it’s like 7am

[7:43:09 AM] Flaming Quinn Jong Un: and you haven’t slept the entire night

[7:43:15 AM] Flaming Quinn Jong Un: GO TO SLEEP WOMAN >:c

[7:43:32 AM] Kayle | u wanna fite m8: NO >:c

[7:43:44 AM] Kayle | u wanna fite m8: I’m not yet done with paperwork

[7:43:54 AM] Kayle | u wanna fite m8: and not to mention there are more stuff I have to do and they’ll KILL ME if I don’t finish this.

[7:44:03 AM] Flaming Quinn Jong Un: Kayle babbu no your eyebags are ugly ugh ;u;

[7:44:08 AM] Flaming Quinn Jong Un: you’ve been sleep-deprived for so long

[7:44:13 AM] Flaming Quinn Jong Un: rest, hun~

[7:44:59 AM] Kayle | u wanna fite m8: quiiiiiiinnnnn.

[7:45:24 AM] Flaming Quinn Jong Un: Kayle.

[7:45:29 AM] Flaming Quinn Jong Un: Go to sleep.

[7:45:36 AM] Flaming Quinn Jong Un: Now.

[7:46:38 AM] Flaming Quinn Jong Un: I’m not kidding when I say I’ll go to your room and shove your face on the bed when you don’t sleep.

[7:46:43 AM] Flaming Quinn Jong Un: >:c

[7:46:56 AM] Kayle | u wanna fite m8: OKAY OKAY FINE FINE

[7:47:26 AM] Kayle | u wanna fite m8: Good morning, Quinn~ <3

//She looks so content with herself, I don't even....

Gurl I’m too kawaii to live too sugoi to die

ask-phoenix-quinn replied to your chat: OOC: francispls

// from man to kawaii

The rain tasted bitter, like the taste you would notice as soon as the ice cubes melt in an almost finished glass of soda, or the metallic after-taste of eating ice cream off an old metal spoon.

Droplets soon became showers as soon as the rain became stronger, and later on, Kayle’s hair stuck on her skin, her clothes were heavy with water, and the soles of her leather boots are caked with mud. But she can’t bring herself to care.

Quinn later follows her, with her entire being the same situation as Kayle’s is, but like the angel, she can’t bring herself to give a single damn.

Kayle notices her following, but did not react. She just stood in the middle of the wet pavement, being rained on, with a bitter aftertaste of rain and tears in her mouth.

"I don’t—" Quinn starts, but she cuts off herself, unsure how to continue. "I don’t hate you."

All the angel did was laugh. “It’s okay. It’s all okay. I’m okay, see?” She turns to the ranger, with a melancholic expression in her face and a forced smile. “I’m all good. No tears, no frowning. Nothing like that.”

Yes, it’s hard to see tears under all these… rain.

Quinn says nothing. She just walks closer, until she was at arm’s length. Another step, and another, and later on her face was inches from the judicator’s. Like a reflex, Kayle pulls away embarrassingly due to the minimal distance, but the ranger seemed prepared for that — she pulls in Kayle, and kisses her right on the lips before she can even complain.

Kayle was the first to pull away — a little too shyly for someone like her, and Quinn didn’t even complain as the angel rests her forehead right on hers, as if frozen in time, unsure what to do.

"I’m sorry," she mutters. She felt the bad aftertaste of the possibly acidic rain in her mouth disappears and it was replaced with the so-called butterflies in her stomach. She smiles to her, slightly guiltily. "I-I’ll make do."

All Quinn did was to caress Kayle’s face, returning her smile with one of her own.

"I… I’m honestly not sure. But whatever I should do to be able to, I will do it. I will find time to be able to.

I won’t say goodbye. No, not now. That would mean that this will be our last meeting, and I will not let that happen. I will only say ‘thank you’, for the hundredth time. For being there. For loving me. For being my everything. ‘No goodbyes. Just thank you.’

"Hahahaha, hahaha! Why the face? It's all right, everything's all right! Yeah, yes, this is just nothing more but a flesh wound!

I like your voice, and the look in your eyes. It reminds me of the snarling of the wolves when their young are threatened, the danger they bring! Oh, I love that threat. I welcome that threat with open arms!

Actually, you came in just the right time! The person who cut off my wings came just the perfect time! It's payment for everything I did, the mistakes I cannot pay! Right?

You're here to do your job, right? Right? Then do it! Draw the blade! Shed my blood! Because it's about time that someone comes to do it!