#batsmashed

[⌘]-- Too bad for you, Bleu. There was a TRAP and you fell right into it! Baby Hands and bright red running shoes latch around his form like a baby koala. Good luck getting her off you now, fool!

                    “  oh  ,  hey  .  ya must be one of them classic alts  ,  “  he says  ,  glancing to sans  .  surprisingly  ,  rex only knows one  ,  at least closely  .  cobalt is a cool dude  .  “  whats yer story  ,  mate  ??  ya ain’t gotta give big details thoygh if ya don’ wanna  .  “  he understands classics tend to have bad backstories  ,  so he tends to be less prying  .

♥ bleu coeur (sans) + blue & pink + aesthetic post ♥ for @snyland / @batsmashed / @navyhearted ♥

[⌘]-- She doesn’t know why she feels like tearing up reading the note, but it’s at least not out of a bad sensation.

       Maybe it just touched her more than she herself could understand.

       She looks over to her own dream diary, resting on her little desk, and for once looking at it felt a little anxiety-inducing, because now she felt like she owed Bleu the same trust-- that she should let him have her own diary. And it didn’t sit well with her.

       No! There’s absolutely nothing wrong with Bleu, or letting him have it. Madotsuki just doesn’t feel like she’s ready yet, to let go of it. Hopefully he won’t mind having to be a little more patient. One day she might return the favor.

       She looks down at the small book in her hands, mildly worn like a good one. She can’t deny she’s now a little curious over what had been written inside it, but she stops, squinting at nothing in particular, she knew her father well enough-- a thought passed her.

                 ...that’s a scary change of pace.

   He runs his fingers through his hair for a moment.  It’s getting a touch too long-- that’s for another day though.  Another day another worry, how about he gets through this wedding first, hm?  Think about the rest later.  He even managed to steel himself to not go to work today because of the wedding!  It’s a big event, Thannor would understand.  ..he usually does regardless, but still! 

   He couldn’t bring himself to tell the truth to Bleu.  It’d break the poor monster’s heart.  How could he even tell him no?  It’s an honor to be considered someone’s best man, isn’t it?  The fact that he was even thought of, let alone chosen as such... it’s staggering.  And yet... he feels more anxious than excited.  Is it the timeframe?  Is it the bride?  He’s not sure.  There’s no clocks around, but it feels like time is running out.

tick tock tick tock

   He shakes his head.  It’s just the business.  It’s all in his head.  He’s too jittery lately.

   He brushes his hair back into a neat, fluffy ponytail.  Ignores the curly strands of hair that refuse to be tied back.  Looks into the mirror so he can adjust the cuffs of his tuxedo.  He puts on his usual necklaces.  He picks up his cane.  And he... tries to reassure himself.

[⌘]-- “I finally have my own Tarot deck! Man I can’t wait to see what kind of bond I have with it!” Madotsuki is eagerly shuffling her deck, then randomly pulls one card out. “Okay! Now let’s see-”

       ... It’s The Fool card.