#aurorxaeternitatis

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 “🎲” (𝐨𝐫 "𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞") 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (not accepting anymore!)

➤ an 80s/90s themed mall

The ECCENTRICITY of the place was a perfect fit for someone like him, even if a mall was the LAST place one would find Doflamingo at. Bright neon signs, indoor plants, arcades and the buzzing of people amidst stores almost made him stop to merely OBSERVE. However, his legs carried him forward to Alveare, a vintage shop on the second floor.

CURIOSITY had brought him there, and the clues which were left behind on crime scenes. An unusual mess, a shift in power balance, a new group which wanted to make a name for itself—it was PROMISING. His time in Spain was well spent, but the mess which was unfolding in New York made it clear how the city itself kept constantly adapting and evolving, with or without his presence. ALMOST insulting, were it not as amusing.

Doflamingo went through the clothes while trying to discern which one of the few present people was the one he was looking for. An elderly woman trying on a coat, a young lady looking at vintage dresses with appreciation, a young man trying on fedoras or the older gentleman going through tuxedos.

His eyes caught a large pink coat which seemed to be calling out to him. Upon trying it out, it was clear the coat fit him PERFECTLY. He should buy it.

❝ Question, good sir. ❞ It was the young man with fedoras. ❝ Which one of these fedoras fits me better for a 1930s party? ❞ The man tried out a beige one then changed it with a pearl green one.

❝ Beige, definitely. ❞

❝ You think so? Hmmm... a shame really. I was really digging the green one. Alas! ❞ Doflamingo wasn't sure if it was the manner in which the younger man spoke, the THEATRICS or the glint in his yellowish eyes, but something told him he was the one he was looking for.

❝ You mentioned a 1930s party. Is it a private one or of a larger audience? ❞

❝ Larger audience—naturally, half of the city's been invited. Didn't you hear about it? Rumour has it actual gangsters will be present. Talk about a proper spin on a 1930s party, mwahahaha! ❞ He looked himself in the mirror, adjusted the beige fedora on his head, smiled in triumph.

❝ Most interesting. Who's hosting this large party? ❞

❝ You, of course. Who else knows everyone in this city? ❞

Taro had a habit of doing this. Thinking they saw something just to wander in circles trying to find it. Sometimes they thought it was an injured bird, something like coins, or maybe even they had dropped something. The sharp sound of their heel and toe clicking against the pavement while they looked from for what they were sure they had seen this time. Yet even then, it was nothing.

The high schooler's lips pursed tightly before they let out a low grimace and shook their head. Before their stream of thought could continue, it was cut off by the sound of a voice--was that at them? They turned to look, a blink or two while vibrant violet irises stared Carmen up and down.

" lost? uhh- "

A little laugh, which so soon was followed by their expression falling flat upon their face. The corners of their lips were small, rather close if not downturned.

" no, i'm not lost. "

The paused, then shook their head--shouldn't they say thank you? It was something they would occasionally hear people say, then be brushed off as if it were nothing more than a waste of words, a waste of breath.

" ...thanks for asking. no, i was looking for something. i thought... "

Gaze wandered down and around once more, following scratches in stones and bricks, trying to find it.

Continued from [x] with @aurorxaeternitatis

As he walked towards her, Nunnally almost regretted she asked that particular man - out of all the patrons she could approach in the café - that lovely day. The way he moved. The way he claimed space around him. His every move, every gesture seemed deliberate and planned. And that all was too familiar for her, and had never meant anything good. She was either being told to do something, or forbidden to do something. Always sent to her little corner of the world. (“Oh, come on Nunnally! You’re over it. Don’t let it haunt you!” ) – well, that wasn’t completely true, but at least she was now trying. Trying to escape the role that was assigned to her since her birth. Trying to make her own choices for her life. So, she shouldn’t let her old habits (and demons) haunt her. Otherwise, she’d most likely fail, and failing was not an option (as least not an option she would consider that day).

So, Nunnally smiled back to that stranger as he approached. She watched his skillful hands as they were taking care of her now-so-unwanted heel. He had beautiful and strangely fragile hands. As for a man; she thought. And was skilled. And strong? It didn’t take him too long to make her both shoes matching again, and serving the purpose. He finally spoke. Nunnally was mesmerized by his voice. A myriad of questions appeared in her mind. As mysterious as the man seemed to her before, his voice had only make that feeling stronger. She was almost sure a faint pink found its way onto her cheeks; something that was quite common for her old “self” years ago (but now these years seemed like millennia), but wasn’t really happening recently. Up till now. Nunnally was not sure if she was embarrassed about it, or didn’t really care. It was just an accidental meeting. Probably it wouldn’t even end up with a conversation. And even if it would (and why did she really hope for that to happen?), it wouldn’t change anything. It wasn’t her true self. Just an imagine, an alter-ego she created, so why to bother what a stranger was to think? But surprisingly she did care. 

“Thank you…” – her voice seemed less confident to her than it did before; was she letting her old-self reappearing? But she had hidden that little, naïve and fragile girl deep inside for no-one to hurt her again – “Thank you, that’s so kind of you to help a stranger and want nothing in return.” – her voice now louder, but still laced with some hesitance and with curiosity – “It seems it wasn’t the first heel you had to remove…Are you always being a knight for ladies in need?”

Nunnally was ready to leave when he (surprisingly for her) accepted her invitation. An invitation that wasn’t truly offered to him…? Saying these words, offering him another drink, Nunnally hadn't been sure (although now she was) if she wanted them to share their time. But when the mysterious stranger invited her to stay, she quickly nodded with agreement (perhaps too quick as for her own liking).

“I am glad and yes, I do insist.” – she said, finding them to share a table together – “But you’d have to tell me what drink that was. It’s impossible to guess…for me.” – perhaps a more observant person would know? At least she’d remember for the next time. If there was going to be next time – “Unless you prefer something else?”

Yes, her name. She should now introduce herself. But that unexpectedly became a problem. Should she give him her real name? Nunnally usually wouldn’t. She was more inclined to give the one she used when… Well, when trying to be someone else. Nunnally or Mathilde. Mathilde or Nunnally.

“I am Nunnally.” – her hand reached towards Ghost; she wanted to feel his touch, although she didn’t understand why. She wanted to offer him something real, something genuine, although she didn’t understand why either  – “But you can call me Nun if you wish.” – again a sentence she didn’t understand. Like her lips were speaking before her mind could stop them. She had so many questions, but none of them was suitable to ask.

“I have been observing you for a few moments before I approached you.” – a little confession from her – “You stand out from the patrons of this café.” – as probably she did – “Are you from the city or just visiting?”   

@aurorxaeternitatis asked:

Are there television shows Sully has grown up with that he connects to particular memories? Has a fictional character inspired him in any way?

Television was a communal thing in foster care. So up until he had an apartment of his own, he only knew of mainstream shows in Japan. So his favorites are a little more 'basic' than what some will share.

One of his all-time favorites is Sailor Moon. He loved the colors and the fight scenes He was a very quiet, keep-to-himself child, so the loud boisterous nature of all the characters was admired and enjoyed. He has many memories of all the kiddos begging to stay up to see the new release of Sailor Moon episodes, himself sitting in the corner and hoping they'd succeed.

Most inspiring to him in that, and his first two fictional crushes, were Sailor Mercury and Kakeru. Mercury was obvious because of her kindness. She was the first to support anyone in need. But it was a healthy selflessness--which was the charm of Sailor Moon. They still worked upon themselves despite adversity. Kakeru he loved because he was resolute and determined, no matter what people told him. Plus...he sort of has a thing for stubborn attitudes.

Alright, I got this reason from a bunch of you so I thought it's better to group the answer instead of repeating myself a lot lmao, hope you don't mind!

Just wanna preface with -- if I'm following you, I'm invested in your characters, your content, your writing, your musings, or even your shitposts. I'm interested in interacting with you, but maybe we've tried before and it didn't work out properly. Most likely it's my fault, and I forgot to respond somehow bc my ADHD brain is full of holes. ( This is also a trend in my personal life and it pisses people off or makes them think I don't care. I totally understand. All I can do is ask for your patience with it and trust that I don't mean anything bad by it. )

I guess, it's less about being super busy and more having focus or energy. I work, I'm in a different time zone, and I am all over the place when it comes to activity. For that reason I stopped following new people and seeking out new interactions because I felt like I just kept disappointing them and myself. These days I try not to make excuses and just write when I can, otherwise I will just get upset over my "to-do list" and not have any fun. And I want to have fun here!

Nikolai’s warning came off as a rather welcoming surprise,  she had a hunch that they were likeminded, his words of caution was proof of that. Still, she simply nodded  as she made a step in the room with head high and shoulders down. Despite not wearing  a gown she would always keep the pristine image of a diva, her potential employer might dislike that, but why would she lower herself?

The blue eyes laid upon Alexander, studying the man careful as she reached to shake his hand, firm yet gentle squeeze.  “Pleasure is all mine  monsieur.  “ she replied with a charming grin across the blood red lips. “And rest assured your partner here was simply filling me in with few details.... “ to which she glanced over Nikolai with corner of her eyes, he might not appreciate that little quip from her but she cant  herself be a little bit cheeky.

Wine was more then welcomed, seeing  the look form the hazel eyed devil she simply smirked at him, a bit wider than normal. 

“Ah straight to business, wonderful, I do dislike wasting time  “ she added with soft hum pressing her back against the cushy seat behind her while crossing her long legs.  His question was on point indeed, and she prided herself in paying close attention to her sources and connections so she would be able to make bold claims. “ I would say that around 80% of artwork  I was able to take hold of is in fact original.  Forgive me if I sound like a braggart but as an art appreciator it is my goal to do proper research “ also she was  greedy as a magpie. Small glint in her eyes was proof of that. 

Once the wine arrived she took hold of the glass, daintily with her fingertips holding it in such way that it could break if she applies too much pressure.  “In last couple of years it has been my goal to track several lost paintings during the Nazi  occupation, several of them are in my possession....however they are rather valuable in not only material aspect if you understand what I mean “he most likely did.