#lapineas

Lounging on the couch with his Alaskan Malamute laying on the couch as well between Ezra's legs, head resting upon their hip, Ezra idly flipping through the channels as they waited for something to happen... anything at all. Life had been fairly quiet as of late, and while they weren't complaining at all, they found that they had more time than they knew what to do with on their hands. Naturally that meant that they got into trouble... not that they got caught, of course, but that was beside the point.

At this point, Ezra was simply waiting for their roommate to get home.

Hearing the telltale sound of the lock being undone, Ezra sat up straight from where they lay, amber eyes fixed on the door with relative excitement.

with     a     tenderness     that     belied     his     churning     thoughts,     he     carefully     examined     the     wound     that     marred     her     skin,     digits     tracing     each     delicate     contour     with     the     reverence     of     an     artist     caressing     the     canvas     of     a     masterpiece.          ❝     you     must     be     cautious,     my     dear.     ❞          he     urged,     his     words     a     gentle     plea     disguised     as     an     instruction.          ❝     this     wound     requires     your     attention.     ❞               his     gaze,     albeit     carefully     guarded,     revealed     the     turmoil     he     held     at     bay               ⸻          fear,     anger,     and     a     desperate     desire     to     shield     her     from     harm.          ❝     i     told     you     not     to     go     alone,     why     you     must     insist     on     fighting     on     your     own?     just     to     agonize     me?     ❞               

Arms snap up to his chest in an ‘x’ formation to block the incoming kick. The force sends him skidding back and snatches a grunt from his lips. There’s no time to think about what to do, right now he’s all instinct. He follows the pull of his gut and ducks to avoid the weapon aimed to take his head off. Finding an opening to put space between them, her playful comment draws out a snort.

Even under the mask he can picture a playful pout. One he saw often when they were forced to interact as children. Now look at them.

“I’d be dead by now if I wasn’t.” He responds exasperated. One wrong move is all she needs. That’s why he won’t even risk looking anywhere else but her.

“Violetta." He addresses, trying to capture her attention. "What the hell do you really want?” There’s a time sensitive—fuck. He narrows his eyes and when it hits, his earlier exasperation evaporates. Leaving behind the cold sharpness of a honed blade. “Are you fucking distracting me?”

[ BLACK → ✉ 11:56 PM ]: what the fuck does that mean?

[ BLACK → ✉ 11:57 PM ]: what the actual fuck are you four up to???

[ BLACK → ✉ 12:09 PM ]: You fucking rabbits. Killing the client wasn't part of the contract.

shinjiro  would  like  to  state,  for  the  record,  that  he  totally  fucking  called  this.  the  forecast  had  said  the  likelihood  of  a  storm  was  slim,  but  take  it  from  a  guy  whose  wellbeing  for  so  long  depended  on  predicting  these  things  -  he  knew  there  would  be  a  storm. 

and  here  it  is. 

while  they're  halfway  down  the  trail.  halfway  up  the  damn  mountain,  mind  you.

his  coat,  currently  slung  over  his  arm  and  shoulders  like  he's  a  comic  book  supervillain,  is  doing  the  work  of  keeping  them  both  dry  for  the  time  being,  but  there  are  some  clouds  not  too  far  off  that  say  it  won't  save  them  forever.  the  only  choices  left  are  to  book  it  back  down  the  path  or  huddle  up  somewhere  until  it  all  blows  over.

[TERRA ✨✨✨ → ✉ 5:12PM ]: ummm...

[TERRA ✨✨✨ → ✉ 5:12PM ]: yes sorta?? after 8 i will be.

[TERRA ✨✨✨ → ✉ 5:12PM ]: vivi and i are shopping for groceries! we're going to cook together! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

[TERRA ✨✨✨ → ✉ 5:12PM ]: do you wanna come for dinner? ٩(•͈ ꇴ •͈)و ̑̑❀

[TERRA ✨✨✨ → ✉ 3:45PM ]: yes!!!! (❁´◡`❁)

[TERRA ✨✨✨ → ✉ 3:45PM ]: oh actually!! please make mine a mocha iced coffee!! thank you terraaa <333

[TERRA ✨✨✨ → ✉ 3:45PM ]: do you wanna meet at the bookstore beside the coffee shop?

“Vivi! The flowers absolutely adore it!” Aerith praises, turning to her new friend with a warm grin. “Whatever magic you fed them has them delighted. In fact…”

She turns back to the bed of flowers thriving from the little mage’s magic. Her hand and eyes scan each flower before stopping one at the edge. Plucking it gently from it’s softened roots, she turns to her new friend.

“This one would like to accompany you if you’ll have them.” She offers the yellow lily. “May I tuck them along your hat?” It’s little moments like these that have softened the harsher realities of living in a completely new world. New friends and the potential for growing together.