#ignifiore

It had been quite a while since he found someone to bully... Though it’s only been a couple of hours at best, he figured now’s a good of time as any. Waverly hasn’t seen a certain someone today and he had a couple of places in mind of which a certain dorm leader would keep to himself. 

Of course he started with some places outside the dorms but then continued his search inside the school itself and thus decided he would invade his bedroom as a last resort. When forcing his door, he may or may have not used some magic to unlock the said door and open it just enough to sneak inside, smirking at the target he has been looking for. 

When he got close enough to the poor student, he greeted him.

@ignifiore​ : “Look at this mess… I did not expect to spend my night cleaning you up.” (from Vil)

Concerned Sentence Starters

            Surprised would be an understatement, this was the art’s first time seeing the young lord in person but Azul was smarter than that- his request didn’t fall on deaf ears, he’d been getting to know the other with their little games of chess as he was oh so gracious enough to lose again. Lucky him~

                  But he couldn’t get too cocky... He knew about Idia’s history with Arts- ARIEL needed to watch his tongue.

     “Are you asking or demanding, my lord~?” A smile on his lips, looking up at Idia with a hum, his hand going up to hold strands of his hair with interest- “...Because you know I could never say no.” He was hoping that this was what he wanted- their chess games were always leading him to wonder just what he looked look, even if he’d seen him from behind numerous times.

             ‘don’t open your eyes’ his first order upon meeting the vampire... and he’d obeyed it... until now.

“Huh?”

She didn’t realize Idia had noticed anything until he asked. She looks down at her blot arm, nursing a bandage wrapped around it. What could she tell him? But also, why did he care so much? Sure they were friends, but she never seen him just blurt out like that so boldly.

A well crafted lie would have to do for now.

“Grim and I were fighting over the last piece of cake in the Dorm. It got a little out of hand!” She chuckles, rubbing the bandage nervously. He didn’t need to know what Grim really did.

Holding up the hand, she waves it, wiggles her fingers, then put it back down. “I forget he’s like a cat sometimes. But don’t worry, I’m good at first aid!! I have to be if I’m fixin’ up the dorm!”

Don’t make him worry more, Louise.

A moment of observation. Head canted to the size, thin eyes scrutinizing the form before him for a moment. It takes barely a moment for him to find the right answer to match what he sees: not sloppy, but not good either. “You’re about as stiff as you let yourself be.” Sharp. Straight forward. An answer as asked. Meant to push the fact that such a trait comes not just from the body, but from the mind as well. Clearly, Jiyuu had been letting unneeded stress dig into him.

Something Vil had been painfully acquainted with, though he had the ability to keep it from leaving unwanted lines on his face. “Sitting around won’t do you any good if it’s problem enough to ask me for my opinion. But, sadly, even if you do work on loosening yourself up it’ll do nothing if your mind stays where it is, so what exactly is wrong?”

Read like a book. Why do you have to be so competent right now?

He was so direct in his appraisal. Even in the way of his inquiry; while it seemed no such thing as a command for her to answer, the weight of his words and his presence was something that begets a response.

In truth, and as much as she didn’t want to pay any attention to it, having it pointed that her actions cause unnecessary trouble to others on a not so minimal scale causes her some form of distress. On the usual, she would brush it off as nothing, however, there were times when it erred at her every waking moment. Seeing the people that could have been endangered leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, making her feel exasperated. So before she knew it, she had wondered into Pomefiore with a seemingly nonsensical question directed at its dorm leader-- well, she had hoped that Vil Schoenheit would have seen it as some triviality and shoo her away-- however, his answer to her inquiry was as if he took a nail and hammered it down her head in one fell swoop.

“Is it so wrong to want something?” A spec of irritation lingered in her voice as her free hand ruffled the short tresses of hair upon her head. Frustrated. “Wanting something for a change when everything else has been taken from you, is that really selfishness?”

Ah. A can of worms opened.

INCORRECT QUOTES // Accepting!

Ortho: Am I right, Maize? Maize: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

Maize, trying to comfort Ortho: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

Ortho: I'm going to ask you to be respectful. Maize: I will politely decline.

Maize: What do you have? Ortho: A KNIFE! Maize: NO!

~”Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down Won't you get up off, get up off the roof? The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken Remember the pact of our youth Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping Since there is no me without you Soldier on, Achilles, Achilles, come down Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?~”

A pause when she hears the music rooms door open, and she blinks, seeing Idia standing there. had she been singing too loudly?

“...You heard that?”