#hellaroyal

hellaroyal

“Hey Sooonniiiiiiaaa....” Blissfully, he enters the house after having run ‘errands’, moving slowly but surely to find the girl of his affections somewhere within. Behind his back is a very obvious heart shaped box, lips curling with a small grin at the hopes that today, at least, he’ll have done this holiday right-- regardless if it’s one she shared back at home.

My dearest Yosuke,

Happy Valentine’s Day and welcome home! 

Your gifts are positively beautiful and I was unsure how to repay you. I am aware that Japan’s tradition includes girls presenting the boys they love with chocolate — but I could not help but want to do something more!

I am upstairs taking a bath and it appears I’m in need of something to wear! If it isn’t too much trouble, would you mind bringing this to me? It is flu season and I believe you are in need of a check up!

With love,

    Your Sonia

Never mind the fact her chocolates look a thousand times more exquisite than the ones he’d gotten for her, the ensemble contained within the second gift was enough to render him paralyzed, the box slipping through his grip on to the table with a small thud. The letter, naturally, was next to be examined, but when it finally registered that Sonia had indeed timed this gift right when he’d see it and she’d be bathing, he very much loses his sense of reality— even tries pinching himself several times in a mix of delusion and sheer embarrassment.

"Wh— when did she...!?" His face is a hundred shades of red; did she discover the magazines under his bed??? Was she really serious about doing this?? Would he survive the amount of blood loss???? 

With all the remaining energy he can muster he grabs the outfit with unneeded delicacy, before slowly, but surely, ascending the stairs, mentally convincing himself it would be fine, that he can definitely do this, until the sound of water grew so close as to perk his imagination, and when he finally pictures her in it, saying that very last line written in her letter he—

Edward spent a good deal of time in District 6. It was better than the cramped half-a-bunk-bed and foot locker where he had to keep his possessions; for once, he was grateful 'sleep' wasn't a thing he needed. 

Right now, he was reading at a table outside a cafe in the district. He was reading one book, and his elbows were resting on a stack of four or five more. The book in his hand was a library book- something about serial killers he'd picked up. 

Edward wasn't exactly obsessed with killers; that had always been more of Jasper's thing. But he had picked up the five or six books that had interested him most on a quick skim of the shelf, and right now, he was engrossed. It was fascinating, in a twisted kind of way.

You may and there you go!

Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.

Had it been that long? His eyes spotted the blonde , lips turning to a smile before his approach was hesitant of course. From his first arrival at the city, he had met a young princess whom made the man feel welcomed. Despite his phobia and his much lack of interaction with the girl, she still had a small place in his heart. " Miss Sonia?"