#jailrose

𖤓☽ Oh my friend, this is an interesting question…

𖤓☽ I have heard plenty interesting tales about me… People like to recount how they were saved by a “graceful and glowing” handsome man at some point in their lives, some even for years to come. Those stories never get old.

Argh, is this thing on? I knew I should've asked Hugin earlier to lower the volume on this thing... It's gonna end up blowing off a bunch of earlobes! Anyway...

*Continues to mumble, taps Merlindabest– again. The sound doesn't come off as scratchy as earlier*

Alright. That should be good. No blowing off earlobes or anything.

"HELLO THERE, COMRADE!! I hope you've had good an adventure!"

*Ever irrational, Arteria's standing on the balcony with her Merlindabest, while Giga wanders close towards the stranger.

...That's... kind of the reason she's yelling right now.*

I know you're probably the last person I should be asking this question to, but I'll try my luck anyway, sorry about that! Have you seen these three lovely ladies anywhere near your vicinity?

*Arteria pulls out three "Missing Person" posters from her pocket. Each poster shows a different woman, and a different name.*

They're my three darlings! One's the ever-so-diligent Dolly, my precious, red-headed and sweet looking; simply precious, love of my life! The other's Rosaline, she's stoic and sharp-faced; you wouldn't ever miss her when she passes by! And the other... ha... she shouldn't be able to cast a snowstorm right now, considering she's bonded, but we'll never know...

*Tucking the papers in her pocket, Arteria looks at you expectantly.*

So? If you've seen them, where to?

⸝✐☡ (whisper) What the-

* Fox is somewhat startled at first but regains composure pretty quickly. She’s had her fair share of someone screaming into this quirky little communication device, after all.

* She doesn’t recognize Arteria, of course. First impressions can be of all kinds.

⸝✐☡ Hmm…

* Fox blinks as she looks at the posters. One, she recognizes easily, but why ask about her... One, not really.

* The last one, however.

⸝✐☡ …

* She wonders if she should ask back… This is making her curious. But as much as that’s the case…

⸝✐☡ Alright, first of all, my adventure has been going well, thank you. I’m still hanging around Whiteridge and all… Hopefully you’re doing alright too.

* One simply ought to be polite.

⸝✐☡ As for the three ladies you mentioned, I don’t think I’ve seen them, apologies.

* Fox is keeping composure quite well, even though just this third one being mentioned was enough to spark a negative reaction from her, even if just a tiny little bit.

𖤓☽ Hm, an interesting question…

𖤓☽ I can’t say whether I had meaningful interactions with any Hypogean… But I do have a few with fellow Celestials, and trust me—since you knew how they see me, those are of all kinds.

𖤓☽ Many of them say I’m frivolous, indulgent, or an idiot who doesn’t care about anything… Though, if you ask me, people would prefer to relax than to get overwhelmed with work.

𖤓☽ I do admit I lose control sometimes, but trust me as I know to enjoy things properly…

𖤓☽ Humans after having a moment to appropriately relax and indulge will be energized for the next time they’re needed for work, don’t you think?

𖤓☽ That’s why I get along well with Baelran. He’s always known me best—albeit a little too serious sometimes, himself… He just needs a little pick-me-up, and I’ve got a plan for that.

I’m so glad I’m able to write lovemail to you, because I’ve honestly been wanting to for quite some time. I adore your writing for a lot of reasons, but the first that comes to mind is definitely how well you sell established relationships. With a lot of established relationship fics, I find it really hard to believe because the characterization is very… strange, at least to how I envision it. You do not have this problem. You slip into the relationship so easily, to the point that needn’t even get so far as to get actual confirmation to know that these two characters are together, love each other, and are perfect for each other. They just… are. And they are wholly together in a way that’s so easy to believe in terms of canon. The characterization is spot on, and elegant and perfect and I could ramble about it for longer than is strictly appropriate. That’s not even to mention the writing! Your style is so distinct, in so many little memorable ways. From the way you format things to the way you chose your words, it’s easy to recognize and I adore not only that consistency, but how well you make it work. You write distinctly like you and not like anyone else and it gives me endless joy to read your writing. I also just want to take a quick moment to mention how well you describe surroundings. You can paint really vivid pictures of the environments the characters are in, but only in a way that  makes it relevant to other things going on already in the story. It’s so easy to literally see where the characters are at any given time and you feel completely wrapped up in the world and the fic because of it. Thank you so very much for your writing, and for blessing us all with us, and I can’t wait to read more from you.

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Dear Jail,

Happy Valentines Day! I hope you have a wonderful day, or have had one (by the time you read this message)! I’ll be honest, I didn’t really see a point in Valentine’s Day a couple of years ago, but I’m super-duper full of love and I want to make you feel good too!

You’re a wonderful person, Jail. Really and truly, you are. You’re so expressive and kind, and you have motivated me many a time. I love sharing ideas with you to see what you think, and I love talking to you! You’re so peppy and bright and always fill the timeline with energy whenever you come online!

I honestly wish I could read more of your stuff, too! Your Christmas submission was the first thing I have ever read of yours, and it was absolutely incredible. Your phrasing, pacing and characterization is spot on and lets me paint a very vivid picture in my head! It’s not often I get to do that and I really love reveling in those little pieces of another life that you present us so incredibly!

You’re so honest about what you like, too, and I really enjoy that we have a lot in common. I really value meeting you, and I wish you nothing but the best, and may you have a safe and warm Valentine’s Day!!

Well Wishes,

Your Secret Valentine’s Pal

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The quotes below are from your fic “Orange Skies” on AO3!

Atsushi’d thought of the dangers of that mission, and how he did not like the idea of it, and how he yelled at his lover for something inevitably given to him — how they argued over such a stupid thing, how both had apologized, wondering why the hell they’d gotten so angry anyway — )

…A soft sigh escapes his lips at the memory.

Chuuya…

The sea seems so peaceful if one were to look from afar; however, its waters also take you to dangerous places. There is nothing peaceful about that.

This - This was just in the start of your fic and it’s already reeled me in! I love how the phrase is here again; it’s a very effective use of repetition! You’ve got me excited for Chuuya’s entry, and Atsushi’s reflection is already digging depth into their dynamic!

If so, he thinks, bitterness welling up in his heart as the possibility makes itself clear. Then he couldn’t be here. Not in a public place like this; if anything, the mafia would probably cause a ruckus and these people would be running for their lives right now if they were really here.

Another sigh escapes him as he looks away from the happiness surrounding him.

No Chuuya yet.

Aww Atsushi growing impatient and just a bit annoyed from waiting just makes my heart clench - I know the feeling!

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My stomach is coiling from Atsushi’s worrying, he’s really dragging me down with him, huh? (I mean this in the best way possible, you’ve successfully played my feelings on puppet strings, with this fic.)

“Long day today, isn’t it?”

“…Yeah. Long day indeed.”…“Almost as long as a month.”

Oh my god these absolute dorks - This scene is so cute and I love that this is how their reunion plays out!

“Crybaby.” Chuuya huffs, albeit softly, irritation not evident in his voice. “I told you I’d be home, didn’t I?”

I’d want to cry, too. (You can tell from this entire thing that my emotions are kept on a leash that’s about as vulnerable and exposed as Atsushi’s shins. Or maybe you’re just a very talented writer. Hmm. Probably both?)

We arrived yesterday, actually.”

“…You’re awful.”

I love them. This is the first ChuuAtsu fic I’ve read and while I’d never disliked it before your writing made me fall for this ship hard. Your pacing is also so good? The plot just kept playing in my head and the conversation flowed in a very natural manner. Also I’ve read your other BSD story and really liked how you strung Rimbaud’s thoughts together! It was super interesting! (But for the sake of not spamming this event quotes from it weren’t included here) - Okay I’ll stop rambling but Happy Valentines! (Or would this be “Happy BSD Lovefest?”) I hope you’re having a great day and know how immersive your stories are!

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