#kingsroared

[txt] I’m never over it.

Yup that’s Leona.

                    Perhaps this was some twist of fate, but Malleus Draconia wouldn’t really consider it cruel. It was more amusing that he would recognize this voice almost instantly, given their bouts of petty words thrown at each other. He was almost immediately tempted to do just that, spotting a familiar tail before the rest of him. He lingered for a moment, his presence easily silent, phantomlike, almost, before speaking as though this was some casual meeting, disregarding the obscurity of their predicament. “Ah, it seems I’ve bumped into another familiar face.” There was some relief. However hard it was to notice, even seeing Leona Kingscholar brought some sort of ease and familiarity. it was like an instinct, however, that Malleus had a slight teasing lilt to his smile.

Leona will be dropped for you!

     “I surely hope you don’t think ignoring me will make me go away.”

Welcome back to spooky Isola Radiale, Leona!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 312

You’ll be given everything you’ve unlocked during your previous stay

Enjoy your captivity! :)

     “You know, if you’re going to sleep in public places, you should expect to be walked on.” The smile he has doesn’t reach his eyes, what was a simple obvious mistake has turned into a show for anyone passerby who doesn’t know these two have had it out for eachother for awhile now.  

Welcome back to sunny Isola Radiale, Leona!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 118!

You’ll retain everything you were given previously.

Enjoy your stay!

“Be sure to come home before the sun starts setting, okay?”

Yaira’s voice can be heard from down the hall when Little Ismael rushes toward the door to step out into the nice, warm, summer afternoon. “OKAY!” She calls back out with a giggle. 

It’s such a weird feeling. To be reliving such a memory that at one point she’d forgotten. It still feels like yesterday that she began remembering every little details from her past with Yaira. The feeling of missing her big sister only growing heavier with each passing second. 

Still, Yaira on this day had insisted that Ismael went out to play with some of the children. She said she’d be making a surprise dinner and wanted her to come home before the sun began setting. She’ll be sure to do just that. 

Little Ismael makes way toward the park, hopping with each step she took, but comes to a stop when she notices an unfamiliar face. Huh.