#flovverworks

Ansel offers a polite smile, absentmindedly twirling a pen in his left hand. "My, is it that late in the day already? I suppose I should be taking a break." Yet he makes no move to stand from his desk, papers scattered about.

"There is no need to wait for me. You can go ahead and eat without me."

I love you for sending this, this is such an interesting thing to think about. Easthies doesn’t know what a vacation is, Vinanna probably very rarely grants him a day off and when she does he still thinks he has better things to do than to relax. Even when he is not on duty he will do at least one training session a day to stay sharp and in shape.

As evening gives way to dusk, Suigetsu sits alone in the garden, a fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders like a second skin, tied with a white ribbon at the front. The winter chill gnaws at the edges of the fabric, but she doesn't flinch — though her fingers, reddened and trembling, betray her illusion of indifference. She rubs them together beneath the plush warmth, more out of habit than need. Her gaze rises to the sky, tracing constellations mindlessly. Tomorrows duties linger in her mind : schedules, returning sorties, the endless obligations she's resigned herself to, an undeniable reality.

Just as she finds herself pondering on meals for the next day, a crash suddenly rings out within the crisp air. Not distant, not muffled, but close enough to make her breath catch for but a moment. Turning slowly, the camellias remain undisturbed, cloaked in snow and fringed with frost. As the winds shift, a voice comes — low, mumbled, disappearing into the darkness.

Rising from the bench, geta pressing soft prints into the powder beneath her. Perhaps it was a prank, or even an animal of sorts. Despite the slight concern plaguing her thoughts, feet carry her towards the edge of the forest just past the garden, eyes scanning the incoming darkness with concern.

"..Hello?" Her voice is gentle, almost inviting, "...I'm not upset, though that fall sounded rather harsh... I'd just like to make sure you're alright, if you'll show yourself..." With bated breath, she awaits a response.

“Haha, I was wondering what’s on your mind. You had that look on your face like you wanted to ask something,” he teased light-heartedly, but the fondness was evident in his laugh. His hand went to touch his hair, twirling the ends with a hum. “Well, I was told the reason this lower part is longer than the rest was originally because of a small accident when I was a kid. I don’t really remember it, but I know my mother was the one who tried it to fix it, so I’ve had a little tail growing ever since I was young.” Sometimes he wonders how much trouble he caused his parents when he was a young kid. Between falling into a pit of snakes and whatever the hair accident was, it definitely didn’t sound like he was an easy child.

Shaking his head with a small smile, he let his hair go. “I did think about cutting it before, but I was told that it gave me a bit of knightly elegance. I certainly didn’t need any more convincing than that, and now I’m just used to it.” Letting his hand rest on his hip, he grinned playfully at the other. “Hearing you say you like it makes me glad to have kept it, after all. I did enjoy having you braid it for me the other day, too. Long hair comes with its own perks.”

   Hm. Eyebrows knitting together as eyes narrow at the unexpected audience. Rarely did he perform cleansing rituals on himself, just this once it was all he could do to soothe that sharp pain of a curse eating away at his organs, how blinded by it he must've been to not notice someone approaching. Not like it was a secret area, but… he had thought it was secluded enough. Maybe he should've taken Tsuku, but it was hard to let the other see him in such pain.

   ❝If there's something you need, please wait for me to finish and I will get out of your way.❞

   It is a soft request, no fight in his words this time. No gritting his teeth in annoyance at being interrupted, only a kind “please”. Remaining still from his prior movements as he awaits a, hopefully kind, answer.

"One, two, three, four...One, two, three, four..." Fuji Kiseki mutters lightly to herself as she glides across the empty dancefloor, small, absent smile on her lips. It had felt like forever since she had worn this dress, imbued with those joyful, unforgettable memories of the smiles of all those that needed them. Even though it was truly only yesterday, the feeling still swims in her heart. One single night, one single moment, one deep breath before everyone worked themselves to the bone for their dreams...Everyone went at it in different ways, but the core reason coverged between all of them...

HE DID ASK FOR THE CAPTAIN AND THE CREW TO LOOK AFTER SANDALPHON YOU WEREN'T DREAMNG AT ALL OSHDAOIDJO 😭😭 but i think it was after the Paradise Lost event ended and Sandalphon had joined them unwillingly sdioasdas? he could appear to gran in a dream because of the white feather lyria carries around! and no noooo i totally understand because while i love the relationship the captain and sandy have now, i really want sanchan to earn the crew's and their trust with time even if it's in a headcanon/backstage only. LIKE LYRIA BEING ABLE TO FORGIVE HIM AND RELATE TO HIM BECAUSE OF HER OWN SITUATION IS SO GOOD TOO?? and it perfectly makes sense for her to open up to him first because the thought of losing katalina the same way sanchan lost lucifer would break hear heart (HAHAHAHAHA i laugh while crying)