#corvusi

...Her legs were transparent. And red. But mostly transparent, which he blinked at. Wonder gurgled in the back of his throat as he giggled. "How'd you do that?" A point at her legs. "That's... the coolest thing I've ever seen!"

He rustled in his pouch, holding out an orchid — sleeve still pouring onto the ground. "If you... tell me your secret, I'll give ya a flower in return!"

This one. This one stood out to her, a memory of summoning him for her army. The lich pursed her lips when he spilled water over her and she stepped back. Supposedly he caught a glimpse of her legs and she was certainly quick to readjust her dress to hid them again. It was only her slight familiarity with Henry that made the question not a surprise.

There was some discomfort at his question and praise, even more so when he offered her an orchid for her "secret." A snap of her fingers and a quick wisp of a wind spell was enough to dry clothes... and Thrasir reached out and gently took the orchid, gently touching it's delicate petals...

"I died," she replied softly. "I died and was amalgamated by a death god."

Gods, what was she even doing here...?!? She was dead. Sentiment was worthless.

How in the world...Mitama stares blankly at the pair in the distance. It truly did seem as though they were only able to roll red in their game. Which was fine, initially, when all it involved was taking a step, but...

"They are going to give up very quickly once they realize how impossible it will be to claim all the spots without coordinating." Already they seemed to be losing steam at their attempts.

Still, Mitama stands besides Henry and continues to watch for another quiet, thoughtful moment.

"You should make it so every once in a while it rolls a single blue, just to keep them on their toes."

He holds up something in his hand as he runs up to Professor Edain — it's a padlock, which had been clearly cut by something. Laughter, as he spins it around on his finger. "Where do you think this came from?"

edain spits out the champagne she was in the middle of drinking. she does cough and clear her throat after forcing it down. "henry!" she almost screeches but not quite. "where did you get that!? i— put it back!" crusaders above please forgive him if he didn't just find it! if he was the one that cut the lock....!

So Henry did exist outside of that terrible pizza parlor—and he happened to be in the ball, handling the photo-artifex of all things. Wonders never cease.

Takumi sighed. "Don't remind me. I think that guy showed up in my nightmares for a couple weeks afterwards. Better to focus on nicer things, like the ball. Speaking of which—"

Uh, no matter! Henry puts the lid back on, and with a grin wide on his face, he shakes the box. The chocolates rattle before they go silent, and when he opens it back up—

Orchids explode out of the box, spilling over his hands as he laughs. "Want a chocolate? They'll be somewhere under all," a gesture with his head, "that!"

Nyx was used to people’s first impressions of her being favorable due to her youthful appearance, but this is the third person tonight to try to feed her. Though, this time, she doesn’t seem as bothered as she usually is by strangers approaching her. 

Ah, youth. How spirited they can be.

“If you are seeking a future as a street performer, you should seek no further. You are quite the natural at making a fool of yourself.”

Despite her words, Nyx’s tone lacks any semblance of malice or annoyance, but rather, it manifests in a more endearing cadence.

"Woah!" Yunaka's first thought (and presumably the first thought of anybody suddenly seeing fire where there's not supposed to be any) is to swat at the flames to try and extinguish them. The only thing that stops her is the way the first spins and darts out of her path, almost like it's alive. It's then she realizes that Henry is the source of the fire, with the hearts of it flickering in the palms of his hands. She lets out a relieved sigh. "Talk about a jumpscare..."

Though she's not sure how harmless it really is when he talks about setting her alight.

"I kinda like my current level of lightness, if it's all the same to you." Nervous laughter is mirrored in a nervous glance around the room to see how many people might be looking their way. "I don't wanna take away attention from how other people sparkle by being too dazzling. For example..." Look at his outfit! The little feathers, the chains...oh, he's just so cute. "You look great! Oh, one second."

She slips an orchid right out of her bouquet before stepping closer to him. A duck and dodge of the fire here and there before she's reaching out and carefully fastening the flower as best as she can through the little hole where the chain connects to fabric on his coat. When she's satisfied it won't fall off right away, she hops back with a little flourish. "Tada! I'd say you're plenty alight and dazzling now."

headcanon questions | still accepting!

A curious question, definitely something that felt like a deep knife cutting through her flesh.

"A choice I did not make, you say? Huh" she inhaled, then exhaled, heavily, "I regret not supporting my brother" she paused, another breather, eyes shifting on the ground as she searched for words. It wasn't easy to talk about it. It wan't easy to accept it.

Many years has passed, but the pain was still palpabible, the memories were still lingering in her mind, the feelings crushing into her stomach, like a never-ending war between good and evil. She knew that he was part of her, he was family, he was blood, ideals, future --but he did everything wrong and he completely lost the faith of her sister.

"I'm certain that, if I had been by his side, helping him going throuhg everything, from the very beginning… things would have gone differently. Very differently."