#corvussiin

      ❋⊱ It was not by far unusual for Julius to make strange, selfish, plain impossible requests, preferably as unnecessarily dramatic as possible. Flammen rarely ever outright refused, though out of politeness or simply because he didn’t quite care enough to, few people could say.        “That is rather sudden. Did something happen?”

            crimson hues had glanced at one single shop, making them stop midway, bumping into a few civilians. unlike their sibling, the dark glow that shaped them wasn’t a problem- even if religious ones would often call Nocturna the title of child of the devil. a title that made them laugh each time they heard it. little did they knew she was child of no DEVIL, but the Moon itself.                 staring at the shop, they couldn’t help but to admire the beautiful dresses, some made of silk and lace. on a daily basis, the entity would have never stopped for something so insignificant, but those dresses... there was something about them that made them want to see them, touch them. and it was that foreign need that made their feet move unconsciously- walking towards the door as pale hands opened it softly. maybe they could buy a dress for themselves and their beloved twin.

     For the time being, See would just wait for a quieter moment so that they could dive and come back to their island.

*bruce banner voice* that’s the secret, I’m always asleep.

     “yes, I make the dresses all by myself. It's a bit of a nuisance sometimes, but I do the best I can." His sewing skills were not the best - the main reason why he never made stuffed animals and all that stuff; the final results would be awful - but he was glad someone appreciated his job. And this man looked quite like an expert, truth be told.

        ❝Julius! What are you trying to do? You're going to hurt yourself--- or worse, get us in trouble.❞