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Nozomi asked,  “  why are you helping me?  ”

「 ☄️ 」 — Tone and gaze filled with apprehension, gold and brown eyes meeting the stranger’s in turn despite the clear gap in height between them. “Because it’s my job.” She replies in a quieted voice

Granted she was off the clock and heading home, but she couldn’t ignore the fact this woman was being trailed by someone. She wouldn’t be able to sleep once she got home knowing she possibly ignored a serious issue.

“Let me walk you to a more populated area at least… While the city is praised for it’s low crime rate, it’s not non-existent unfortunately.”

Nozomi was not quite used to the ever-bustling life of Shibuya being more accustomed to the consistent, mundane, and ultimately quiet life of her town origins in the west side of the country’s capital. Time came for her to finally enter a new phase of her life-- university, and where else would she attend but in any of the prestigious colleges in the heart of the capital? Her doctor of a step-father would not have it any other way-- enthusiastic and wily as he was, he did not fail to get his point across that he wanted the best education for his children. 

Thinking about being bearing responsibilities beyond her home was what she passed her night with while she aimlessly wandered the park beyond her school-sponsored dormitory. Hands were stuffed in the pockets of her bomber jacket, fingers wrapped around a small umbrella sticking out from one of the pockets lest the tempest of the rainy season befell her at any moment. 

She had herself a little more preoccupied thanks for the most part to the melancholic melodies that fiddled from her earphone’s speakers. The downside though was her failure to heed the presence of a suspicious individual trailing her some meters away. 

When the enigmatic and towering woman quickly approached and closed the distance between themselves, Nozomi felt herself jump and instinctively tense, fingers tenaciously gripped on the handle of her little umbrella while violet eyes warily glared at the unmatched hues of the other woman. 

A suggestion of reprieve, unfound and unfamiliar are they resting upon the curve of the heiress’s lips - no less - an odder sound to have left her altogether. Anchored body, heavy and lethargic, weighs down the mattress. Aloof mind, however, keeps her in the realm of ‘silly’ and ‘impulsive’ suggestions and wants. Perhaps that why such unwise words slipped, she reasons, and now my foolish stubbornness 'forces’ my abiding soul that is so obstinate to follow through my words.

Humoring herself with white lies, she prescribed herself such remedies for the ‘life’ she was paved to have. But it seems that her own medication can taste sweeter when not served by forced hand. 

Haggard body raises from the comforting mattress regrettably and from beside Reiyn more regrettably. Sophie rotates her shoulders, humming as her bones faintly crack. Turning over the edge of the mattress, she promptly folds her corner of the large kimono-printed quilt and flattens away the creases. Her tips of her bare feet greet the cold floor and a small moan sneaks its way out.

Both palms flat on the bed, Sophie readies to give herself the encouraging push off to dash about before hurrying back. Yet, fingers of another caresses her wrist and takes on of her. A gentle invitation yet precaution, she recognizes. She glances over her shoulder.

Honey and chocolate eyes observe her - groggy yet certain - with all attempt to push back from relapsing back into sleep.  Snaking black hair rests over her shoulders and and bare shoulders. An enduring sweetness is all that comes beneath the form of laying friend. 

The severity of her long-worn and wake face a true disservice to the woman who gives and gives with both willingness and never hesitance to do so - but always reluctant upon approaching and receiving intimacy beyond the boundaries of civility. It never mattered the side because all was l--... accepted by Sophie. 

Unequivocally and truthfully, she accepted it all.

With her free hand, she reaches for Reiyn’s other arm, the tips of her calloused fingers gliding against sun-cherished skin all the way up to her wrist. A careful grasp around her wrist, Sophie raises the limp hand to her face. 

Lingering commitment is a graze of her lips against Reiyn’s left hand, sealed intent with a kiss. 

@katsubou​ said:  Reiyn appears with a small tray of Osaka style takoyaki, generous on the toppings. Careful, it's hot. Nice and crispy on the outside, hot and gooey on the inside. Burning your tongue just might be worth it though.

Unprompted IC asks: accepting from mutuals!

When Rei had invited her to her apartment, Sonia certainly hadn’t expected to be fed as well. It was a kindness when it happened, but mostly she’d just wanted to spend time in her friend’s company. Reiyn Lorenz seemingly never failed to surprise her, with a new skill or talent or experience to share with the foreign princess. And today was no exception, as Sonia set down the cup of tea carefully on the nearby table to see what her friend had brought.

“Oh, takoyaki!” She exclaimed. Between the perfectly arranged snack and the enticing smell it had, Sonia couldn’t confuse it for anything else. And by the looks of it, Reiyn had made it herself: steam wafted up from the dish, the only warning against biting into what looked like a crispy shell. “These look excellent! I hope it was not much trouble for you, though. I am always happy to dine out if you do not feel much like cooking. I simply don’t advise me cooking though...it tends to end badly no matter how much I try.”

Sonia waited patiently for the tray to be set between them, reaching for a small plate and a toothpick in the process in order to grab the takoyaki balls with ease. “Thank you for the food!” She smiled, needing little prompting to take the first bite.

Unfortunately, the steam hadn’t done enough to dissuade her from popping the entire takoyaki ball into her mouth. Sonia’s eyes grew wide as she half-coughed, half-grunted as both her tongue and the roof of her mouth seared, as if they’d touched a metal spoon left too long in a hot drink. Her cheeks and the top of her nose went from pink to red as she chewed, waiting to reduce the temperature from the hot snack before swallowing.

    「 ☄️ 」 — It’s only when she feels her arm being lifted she realizes her left hand is being held by the automation. Fingers flex weakly, sensation somewhat dull at this point of time. It will pass as it always has though.

“I brought my fists to a knife fight.” She jokes lightly, willing fingers to spread and stretch skin out to make the scar more visible. “But no, I had a clash with a drunk man at the nightclub and it turned out he had a knife we failed to frisk him for. He got me good and pinned me to the wooden bar counter with it by stabbing his knife through my hand.”

The robot kept her hand in front of its face watching her move her fingers, it appeared to still be working, it took a moment to memorize her story unsure why it would be useful later but still doing it regardless. They moved both their hands to hold hers and gently squeeze it 

There was something she had become sensitive too since she had changed, like she could smell magic in the air. It was something she often avoided but now she would find her fully changed form drawing closer and closer to a smaller town, it was more of an annoyance then anything. She didn’t want to hurt anyone and often she managed to rein the beast back from people.

Her motorcycle came to a loud stop, it was an older model, she didn’t really have control over it and it wasn’t as if she wanted to be stealthy in the first place anyway. Thankfully her nose took her some ways from the town, but it was still some sort of house, which meant something live here.

It was unnerving and exciting to be coming here. No one had expected the meek young woman to travel so far from her home for studies, not when so much of her youth had been spent home schooled due to debilitating anxiety. Yet while she may not have become as outwardly spoken and excitable as some of her peers, Lobco had grown since then and she desired to grow further. As much as she loved her home and her family, she feared she was too dependent on them.

That combined with the fact that her small town might not be able to provide as expansive an education as she desired had Lobco deciding to bite the bullet. She’d never make it in her field if she could not do something so small as this. After so much traveling the young redhead was very glad to finally find herself in the apartment she’d be staying in. It was nothing extravagant, but it was most certainly cozy enough for a single person and if things went her way, could even be a long term home.

A new start, a new city, the beginning of her higher education. Exhausted as she was Lobco couldn’t help but feel hopeful for what was to come. A place like this afforded so many opportunities to make new people, see new sights and gain new experiences.

Now she just...actually had to get in her apartment. Lobco had the key and new where it was, but it would require going up to the sixth floor of this tall edifice and she was having trouble locating an elevator. There were no signs and while she could probably manage with her luggage Lobco couldn’t help but eye the slightly rickety looking staircases leading up. Falling off to the side onto the pavement below was not something she wanted to risk unless absolutely necessary.

 @katsubou send me 🎵 for a song i associate with my muse 

if you’re a ghost - rusty clanton /  roslyn / rosyln - bon iver  /  cavalier - james vincent mcmorrow

i associate these three songs with lin and his prior relationship with ross, in terms of lyrics and overall mood conveyed by the song. in if youre a ghost, the sentiment that if the other person was a ghost, he’d want them to make contact and do what ghosts do so that they were still around , and that they are still lingering on the idea of them and ’ never found it easy to forget ‘ . 

at some point after lin has died, but before he reaches proper adulthood he realizes that naming himself linus after a cartoon character is a name he struggles to identify with. lin is fine , and preferred, but he feels the need to have a proper full name so he settles upon ‘ roslin ‘ , his fathers hometown but really a homage to ross ( because obviously , naming yourself after a cartoon character is bad but giving yourself the name of your boyfriend who died almost one hundred years ago is fine ). the general theme of ‘ roslyn / rosyln ‘ is something i associate with them, as it relates to the last moments of ross’ life, where lin begins to have doubts about what they have decided on , but ross goes through with it anyways.