#elysialm

And just for that I hate HoC, hope Ellie beat it hard and cute :v XD!

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“Can you brush my hair?” @ Klee ( she can see the little one eyeing her pink long hair so! she offers! )

“Oh, oh——!! Can I, really?” Her already bright, candy-apple red eyes grew wider and brighter still at the promise of touching at the softest, prettiest hair she had ever been blessed to see. “Jean lets me brush her hair sometimes! I wasn’t very good at it at first, though. She said I pulled too hard, and I didn’t know how to get all the tangles out.”

As her fellow elf sat before her, Klee dropped her hefty bag onto the ground and flipped open its top. Both arms dove in, rummaging past half-closed jars of dry gunpower, bundled of twine used as fuses, loose lizard tails and a vastly random assortment of bits-and-bobs that probably had nothing to do with the creation of explosives. When she found what she was looking for, she yanked out a small, wooden brush that had sunk to the bottom of the mess

“There it is! I always carry a brush with me juuuuuust in case. ‘Cause sometimes my hair gets messy when I go out to play, and I don’t want Jean knowing that I went where I wasn’t supposed to. But, uuuhhmm. . . don’t tell her I said that, please.”

The bristles of the brush were first dragged through the ends of Elysia’s hair, each pull careful and slow so as not to yank the darling strands.

“I was taught that you gotta get the ends first, or you’ll get caught on tangles and it’ll hurt your head. So I gotta do it like this. I’m very good at brushing hair now. Not as good as my mom, but I’ll get there! I wonder if she’ll let me brush her hair. Oh! Miss Elysia, you have to meet my mom some day! I think she would like you a lot.”

unprompted asks ( always accepting ) -- @elysialm

   pale blue diamond glanced at her with nothing but amusement in it, thrilled at such a particular company. when jean informed him that someone would have joined him in his expedition to free springsvale from a group of particulary persistent slimes, he expected a rookie knight, babbling their mouths off, tripping over their words in presence of the cavalry captain. what he got, instead, well...

   let's just say that this had been the funniest commission he took in a while. pleasant and funny company, that was.

   ' you'll get zapped, ' he warns her, light smile on his lips. ' i find them cute, too. but if we don't get rid of this group, the lots of them will also give, ah... a shocking experience to the citizens. and the poor electrified people, now terrified of these small, small creatures, will bury jean in even more protests and work. ' there's the smallest of sighs, kaeya crossing his arms as the poor slimes bounce about, simply happy to exist. maybe the cavalry captain has a soft spot for the bouncy elemental beings, who would have known?

   and, since elysia is pratically puppy-eyeing him...

   ' what do you say... ' kaeya speaks slowly, the smile turning mischievous. ' we lure them at a good distance, instead of turning the poor dears into mush? '

   it's a good idea, mind you: the small village will be safe, and, relatively, nobody gets hurt. ... except the slimes, but just a bit.

   ' if we employ this idea, ' he tries to coerce elysia into it, a glint of playfulness into his eye, ' you'll get to take one home! if it doesn't zap you unconscious, first. but, if it does... i will carry you on my back. '

&  RE  :     emotional prompts    /    @elysialm.

WHAT AN EMPTY PROMISE TO MAKE  ...  His gaze barely turns to her, his attention shifting just enough he’s able to look at her when she lowers herself to sit next to him on the floor he’s currently sprawled out on. He loves being in the bath rooms, when they’re out of use. No one usually comes here and it gives him time to stare at the blinding lights flashing ‘pon the ceiling until it makes his head pound. A palette cleanser, he says  :  better than dealing with the people out there. Of course she’d interrupt his silence, though. He sighs, closes his eyes and tries to pretend he’s anywhere except where he is. Not that he has anywhere to run. What was the alternative to this unhinged dollhouse? War? No matter where he goes, all the places and the people are the same.

He’s not sure if it’s better or worse if she actually believes she’s any different from them. Outsider or not, it doesn’t really matter, does it?

“Have you ever heard the story of the fae prince?”  His voice is quiet as he speaks, his eyes slowly opening once more. Now he’s back to staring at the ceiling. There’s undeniably something demure about him, maybe even outright depressing, though it makes him sick to think about it. Nothing like the flirtatious, loud March Hare everyone in the teahouse boasts about knowing.  “They say he fell in love with Alice. One who came before you, I mean. They were so in love with each other that they plotted to run away, to avoid her fated death and stay together, forever. She promised him she’d never leave him and he trusted her enough to leave the safety of the fae’s domain.”  He lazily turns his head to look at her properly, finally, his expression void of emotion, though perhaps there’s pain hidden in his voice. It all sounds the same to him, now.

“She pushed him into hell to save herself.”  He rolls his eyes, pushing himself to sit up. After some adjustment, he moves to sit in front of her, one knee raised so he can rest his arm over it. His palm situates underneath his jaw so he can take her in. He’s never really thought about it, but the way he holds himself has gotten a lot more exhaustive lately. He’s hunched in front of her, rabbit ears flat against the side of his head, dark circles under his eyes speaking more than his words ever could.  “If I can’t even trust anyone in my own world, what makes you think I can trust someone from yours?”

Perhaps it’s more apt to say he won’t.

─「ديهيا」─  " what are you doing in the ruins alone ? " while it wasn't uncommon to see someone decided to brave through the desert in order to explore the ruins that were lost and abandoned, the FLAME-MANE didn't expect to see a lone figure standing in the middle of a large ruin hall, facing a tall wall of relics as though she was able to interpret the words and letters upon there.

He didn't know how or why, but this gal's Onikabuto was decimating the competition. For a woman who seemed an endless stream of smiles and sunshine, he couldn't help but admire her casual ruthlessness as his Gang's beetles were toppled one by one. Shinobu's was putting up a dogged fight, until...