#chenjiringu

       — the way she was overly dolled up didn’t fit this nightclub scene by a long shot. black faux fur maxi coat draped over a fitted gold gown , exuding IMPORTANCE as if she owned the world. if only that were true , then she wouldn’t be here. though fantasy aside this was simply an errand run , for CINDERELLA had plans tonight.

     if  she  couldn’t  always  keep  her  emotions  in  check  then  the  least  she  could  try  was  preventing  her  flames  from  flaring  up  in  times  where  they  weren’t  needed ... such  actions  would  often  prove  that  she  was  someone  not  right  to  fit  in  with  regular  humans ... but  did  she  ever ??      her  hands  wield  the  flames  that  spout  from  her  skin  with  such  elegance ... but  it  wasn’t  until  she  looks  up ... a  stranger  before  her  forcing her  to  look  away  &&  extinguish  her  own  flames  as  quickly  as  they  were  formed.

Shiori hummed quietly to herself as she watered the plants that were in the garden. She could have hired staff to take care of this part of Yukianesa for sure, but there was something comforting in maintaining her own plants. Of course, for some, it would be surprising to see the owner doing such a menial task, but she always found it to be enjoyable to work alongside her staff. She perked up a bit at the feeling of someone staring at her. 

“Ah, can I help you?”

FUCK, touché, you win this round, but the war isn’t over!

send “ you’re coming with me ” to scoop eve up ( @chenjiringu ).

             “ w-wait, fuji...! ” the brunette struggles immediately, curled up fists pounding on his back as he throws her over his shoulder. well...she was barely even hitting him. it was the thought that counted or something like that. “ i’m at work! you...y-you know that i work here! i can’t-- ” he’s not only not listening to her, but he’s already walking out the door. “ --i can’t just leave... ” voice fades away as she resigns herself to this. limp in his grasp. it wasn’t like there would be repercussions. there absolutely should be, but he was intimidating and no one she worked with was ballsy enough to risk ratting her out. it made her feel bad. as much fun as not being at work was.

misery. | accepting !