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â„ïž not proof-read; fluff; possible errors and ooc; gender-neutral reader; established relationship; late halloween special; inspired off that one fgo okita comic where she tries to spook master by putting on a blanket and act like a little cute ghost; there goes my writing streaks, once again ww; still needa progress through Amphoreus aaack; reader looks like a little medjed; reader is the master in Kondo's part; written before Phantom Alter/Tragodia EN release(and Act or Die event release so take note of any possible spoiler, in case!); might consider a part two with few more characters (initially had two more but alas, there's an image limit. I'll think about continuing it. (â âĄâ  â Ïâ  â âĄâ ))
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It's finally Halloween! The season of trick-and-treats, ghostly frights, pumpking carving, chilly vibes and scare-athon has come once again.
You sat on a chair in your room, boredly waiting the time away as you stared at the window to your side, your eyes darting over to the outside world beyond it, and you would watch, as you saw kids clad in their halloween costumes hop around in merriment while carrying their little pumpkin-carved baskets by their handles, filled with candies and chocolates they have received by kind passersby and from doors they have knocked on.
You hummed to yourself, elbows leaning over the windowsill, as you meet the gentle blow of the wind brush at your skin. It was quiet, not until a certain idea came to your mindâ
Why don't you spook your beloved as a little ghost?
A look of mischief gets written all over your face. Your lips curve up to a smirk and your eyes glinted with mirth, as you rose to your feet, scrambled to the cabinets to take out a clean piece of white blanket. Yes, this is perfect. You'll just get it washed later, as you then decide to doodle ghostly eyes and mouth on it with a marker. You marveled at your creation, right before peeking out the door, scanning your surroundings. You'll wait behind your corner, right until your beloved would walk by.
Hearing the gentle creak of the door, followed by the clicking of shoes and footsteps, you sensed someone was walking by, and caught a brief glimpse of your beloved as they had arrived at your shared space, placing their coat onto the racks at the side. Perfect timing.
You slip on the blanket, letting it cover you from head to your legs, showing only your ankles and feet. You were snuggly covered in it, as you waited in lay, until he finally reached your corner andâ
"Boo!"
You hopped out from where you hid, imitating a ghostly sound as you blocked his way. Now, how does he react?
âââ ââ â° â â âââ
âżïžâŸïž đđČđ«đČđ„đ„ đđĄđźđđšđŠđąđ«đšđŻđąđđĄ đ đ„đąđ§đŹ
â„ïž Before he even reached your corner, Flins had already heard the light shuffling of sheet and the light giggling that emanated just nearby. Flins is not one to ruin the fun, even if he may have caught you already from afar.
â„ïž When you jumped out with the attempt to adorably spook him, Flins stills in his place, smile curving up his lips, after a small gasp escapes past his lips to humor your cutenessâ er, spookiness.
â„ïž "Ah, my love, you've certainly surprised me...with your adorable ghostly form, I must say." He would comment, eyes scanning you from head to toe, taking note of how smaller you appeared in front of him, almost like a little chibi. He could never not be fond of you, in such a state.
â„ïž As you waved your hands, and is just about to pry the blanket up to have a better look at Flins, he nimbly takes the initiative and reached for the soft fabric with his gloved hands, lifts it up as if he were lifting the veil of his bride, locks eyes with you with his smile still present on his lips.
â„ïž He leans down, and as if to match your spooky cuteness, before you could even react, you felt the soft brush of his lips against yours and the world stops for a moment or two. Flins closes his eyes, wraps his arms around your waist as you slowly eased into his affection after your momentary shock at his affectionate reaction as he deepened the kissâ which was sweeter than any candy.
â„ïž When he pulls away, his face still lingered inches from yours, and rather than marvel at a ghostâ he marveled at his beloved, whose makeshift costume slowly slipped off of their head. Oh, how the tables have turned. No matter what you do, this beloved Fae of yours will always find a way to outspook your affections âĄ
êšïž "đŻđđđ, đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđđđđ đđđđ đ đđđđ đđ, đđ đ đđđđđđ. đ«đđ'đ đđ đđ đđđđđ. đđđđ... đđ đđđđđđ... đ° đđđđ, đđđđđđ đđđđđđđđđ đ đđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđđđđđ đđ đđ đđđđđ đđđđđđ đđđ đđ đđđ đđđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđ đđ đđđđđđđđđ. đ”đđ đđđđ, đđđ đđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđ đ đđđđ đ đđđđđđđ đđđ đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđđ, đđ?"
ââșââ âŸââșââ
âżïžâŸïž đœđđđđ
â„ïž At seeing you pop out of nowhere, clad in the makeshift ghost attire, Varka does look slightly taken aback, taking a step back before wrapping his arms around you mid-hop, causing you to land not on your feet, but on the blonde knight instead, who recomposed himself to form a cheerful smile on his face.
â„ïž "Whoa there, darling! Dressing up to match the spooky vibes of the season, are you?" He'd muse, holding you and then up into his arms, cradling you like a marshmallow. Varka had just returned from a mission that he took his knights out with him for, so having you surprise him in such a way eased the weariness in his heart, replaced with warmth.
â„ïž As if feeling you pout beneath the blanket sheet, Varka chuckled aloud, his face of mirth before deciding to spook you in return, but in a form of affection. He presses his face against the fabric, and uses his free hand to trace over your head, and finding your cheek, he props your head to face his direction and he leans forward for a sweet kiss on your lips, right exactly on it, even with the cover of the white sheet separating you both from direct contact.
â„ïž When he pulls back a bit, he clutched you even tighter and effortlessly against his chest, still up in his arms with no hassle, feeling immense affection with a grin on his lips as he could imagine you heating up beneath the cover.
â„ïž "Heh, I can only imagine the sparks of pink covering your cheeks right now, love. Spooked your sweet heart now, didn't I?" He mused aloud, before pressing his scarred cheek up against your still-covered head, nuzzling you like a pillow rather than a ghost.
â„ïž At that, he walks away, back to your shared room, still holding you close, with glee etched in his features. You're up for one cuddly night, you can already tell.
êšïž "đŻđđ, đ°'đđ đđđ đđ đđ đđđâđ°'đ đđđđđđđ đ đđđ đđ đđđđđ đđ đ° đđđđ đđ đđđđđđđđđ đ đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđđđ đđđđ đđ đđđ, đđđ đđ đđđ đđđđ đđ đ đđđđđđđ. đ°'đ đđđđđđđ đđđ đđđ đđđđđ đđ đđ đđđ đđđđ. đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđ đ đđđ đđ đđđđđ đ. đ«đđ'đ đđđđ đđ đ° đđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđđ đ đđđ đđđđđđ, đđ đđđđ."
ââșââ âŸââșââ
âżïžâŸïž đŸđđđđđđđđđđ
â„ïž Wriothesley is perceptive. But also is the kind to humor the flow of a plan hatched, that which he catches wind ofâ like your small giggles behind the corner of the room instantly gave the idea of a surprise waiting for him. The Duke remained unmoved however, played along, suppressing the slight smirk that has appeared on his lips. With a click of his boots, he makes his way forward.
â„ïž And when you popped out with that cute little 'boo', Wriothesley raises one eyebrow, now unable to suppress a smile. Now, that's indeed quite the pleasant surprise for the only person capable of pouring buckets of childish cuteness and getting away with it, unscathed.
â„ïž "What do we have here? Playing ghost for Halloween, love?" He remarks, eyeing you up and down, suppressing his urge to let out a chuckle when he thought how you looked like a child in such a state.
â„ïž Reaching out his arms, Wriothesley then pulls you closer and up against him after he wraps his arms around you, letting you feel his warmth even through the cloth.
â„ïž "You know, you can easily be arrested for adorably sneaking up on an unsuspecting person." Wriothesley teases and he feels you pout beneath the cover, and thus, he slowly snuck his way down to the edges of the blanket, pulling it up bit by bit as if he were opening a carefully decorated package.
â„ïž At seeing your flustered face, he lets the blanket slip off of your head, as your eyes locked on to each other, with Wriothesley leaning ever so closely, just inches away from your lips, with a softened expression on his face, and in just a split second, he steals a kiss off your lipsâ perhaps as a fine to how you spooked him for today.
êšïž "đđđ đđđđđđđ đđđ đđđđđđ đđ đđđđđ đđđđđđ đđ đ đđđđđ, đđđ'đđ đđđđđđđđđ đđđđđđ đđ đđđđđđ đđđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ. đ”đđđđđđđđđđ, đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđ đ đđđđđ đđđđ đđđ đ đđ đđđđđ đđđ đđ đđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđđ. đșđ, đ° đđđđđ đđđ đđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđđ đđđđđđđđ đ đđđđđđđđ đđđ đđ đđ. đ”đđ đđđđ, đ° đđđđđđđ... đđđ đđđđđ đđđ đđ đđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđđđđ. đȘđđ đ đđđ đđđ đđ đđđ đđ, đđ đđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđ đđ đđđđ đđđ."
ââșââ âŸââșââ
âżïžâŸïž đđĄđđąđ§đšđ§
â„ïž Phainon innocently called you out from the door, the moment he got home, in his enthusiastic tone as if he were some dog that had been waiting for his owner's return instead of the other way around. His work took quite awhile to accomplish, and the entire time, he could not think of anything else but to return to your warm embrace for the night.
â„ïž His boots tapped lightly on the floor, as he approached in calm strides, reached your corner, not noticing anything out of the ordinary within the comfort of you two's shared space, that is untilâ you hopped out of nowhere, arms raised to the front for a 'frightening look' as you led out a cute ghostly shriek.
â„ïž Phainon looked surprised, stumbled slightly before chuckling aloud, raising a hand to the back of his head, scratching it as tints of pink appeared on his cheeks. Well, now that's quite adorable rather than a spooky surprise. It reminded him that it was the Halloween season.
â„ïž "Haha, starlight, I must admit you surprised me there a little bit!" He exclaims, before turning to look back at you, still smiling, his heart fluttering as Phainon watched you marvel at your own victory just beneath the covers. He took one good look at your doodle, finding your jumpscare attempt all the more adorable.
â„ïž "Quite the setup that you have here, love. I suppose, I see this more as a treat rather than a trick." He comments, his eyes gleaming with newfound joy before it was his turn to pick you up in his arms as if you were some cat, draped the blanket off of you and in a slow motion, as the blanket remained afloat midair for several seconds, blurring out the light that seeped through the windows, you saw his blue eyes shimmer with great fondness.
â„ïž He leans in, and you closed your eyes as you relented for a reciprocated treat on the lips in the form of a sweet kiss. A romantic scene that mutually sent palpitations to your heart.
êšïž "đđđ đđđđ, đ° đđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđđ. đșđđđđđ đđđ đđđđđđđ đđ đđđđ, đđđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđ...đđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđ. đ°đ đ đđđđđ đđđ đđđ đđđđđ đđđđđ, đđđ đđ đđ đđđđđđ đ đđ đđđđđđ đđ đđđđ . đ»đđ đđ đđđ đđđđđđđđđđđđ đđ đđđđ, đđ đđđđđđđ đđ đ đđđđđ đđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđ đđđđđđ, đđđ đđđđđđđđ, đđđđ đđ đđđđ đ° đđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđ... đšđđ đđđđđ đđđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđđ đđđđđđ đđ đđđđđ đŻđđđđđđđđ đđđđđđ. đŻđđđ, đđđđ đđđđ đ, đđđ đđđ đđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđ, đđđđ? đŸđđđđđđ đđđđ, đđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ đ đđ đđđđđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđđ!"
ââșââ âŸââșââ
âżïžâŸïž đđąđ§đ đđźđđ§
â„ïž Afternoons make the General feel the most drowsy. He walked through the courtyards of his home, having snuck himself away from his Secretaries' eyes to return back home for a good rest to take his mind off the piles of work to do on his desk. Jing Yuan walked in graceful motions, feeling the soft breeze of the afternoon air and of the birds who greeted him off the trees with light chirpings of their own.
â„ïž He walked around for a bit, yawning here and there before making his routinely afternoon visit to your shared home, to check on his beloved whom he's always found himself more than eager to be with, all the time while away at work. You're usually at home during this hour. It won't be so bad to reinvigorate his energy just by seeing his Sweetheart on a daily basis, off the mornings and evenings.
â„ïž He walked through the front door, steps inside, and in calm strides, scanned his surroundings and that's when he picks up the distant sound of giggles. Jing Yuan's ears perk up with interest at the sound, and he sped up his movements a bit, following the source that led to a corner of a wall.
â„ïž It was dead quiet not untilâ hop! And there came the adorable ghostly shriek that came out of the ghost-dressed figure in front of him. Jing Yuan paused, raising his eyebrows at the sight, before his lips curve up to an amused smile and his drowsy eyes soon were relit to light with amusement. Now that just made his afternoon already eventful.
â„ïž "Ah, quite the adorably fearsome ghost we have here. Already expecting me at this hour, I see. You've certainly filled my weary heart with energy, my dear." Jing Yuan comments, face still in amusement, all the while he marveled at the victorious face that albeit covered by a sheet of white, he could imagine the grin and blush plastered over your face. He had known and has been with you for a long time already to be able to memorize your beauty that he found himself admiring, most of the time.
â„ïž Reaching out, Jing Yuan snuck a hand beneath the white sheet, takes your hand and leads you along down the hallways, reached your shared room, carried you up in his arms as if you were some princess, as he then sets you down on the bed, and he follows shortly after, gently drapes off the blanket that was draped over your face, easing it out as if he were draping away the red veil of a bride on a wedding night. Then, he lays both himself and you down, with the same said blanket tucking you both in comfortably for a nice cuddle.
â„ïž Jing Yuan could just get used, indeed, for afternoons like this one. You gave him quite the trick, and in turn, you earned yourself a special treat from the beloved General.
êšïž "đ»đđđ đđđđđđ đ đđ, đđ'đ đđđ... đŻđđđđđđđđ đđđđđđ. đšđ, đ°'đđ đđđđ đđđ đđđ đ đđđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđ đđđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđđđđđđ đđđ đšđđđđđ. đ° đđđđ đđđ, đđđ đđđđđđđđđ đ đ đđđđ đđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđđ, đșđđđđđđđđđ, đđ đđđđ đđ đđ đđđđđ đđđđđđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđ. đ©đđđđ đđđđ đđđ, đđđđ đđđ đđđđđ, đđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđ đđđđđ đđđ đđ. đ°đ đđđđđđ đđđ đđđđđ đđđ...đđđđđđđđđ đđđđđđ, đđđđđ đ° đđđđ đđđ đ đđđđđ đđ đđđđđđđđđđ? đ° đđđđ đđđ đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđđ đđđ đđđ, đđ đđđ đđđđđđ, đđ đđđđđđđ ."
ââșââ âŸââșââ
âżïžâŸïž đđźđ§đđđČ
â„ïž Ever since Sunday had boarded the Astral Express, his days are nothing short of eventful. From his days that he's usually only spent in quietness, turned into one of the merry group works. He's not complaining, however. He learned to see the joys that companionship and of venturing out into the universe has to offer.
â„ïž Sunday looked rather relaxed for the moment, sighing in relief as he clutched at his back after a day of work with some of the other Crew members, stepped into his shared living space with yours. He looked rather peaceful, ethereal even. Had you had no cover on, you would've stepped back to simply admire this beautiful angelâ that is, your boyfriend.
â„ïž Sunday slowly approached the corner, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. You waited, taking his shadow and footsteps as a clue, and right exactly on timeâ you bounced out from where you hid, shrieked an adorable ghostly sound which caused for the Halovian to actually gasp aloud, taken aback with his small wings stiffening in place at the sight of the little ghost that have come to surprise him.
â„ïž Sunday slowly composes himself, his wings covering the lower half of his face in a bashful manner, covering up his flustered cheeks all the while his heart beat in tandem of your strings of giggles at his reaction, even though you could not see his current expression, you can imagine it well in your mind.
â„ïž "A-Ah, dearest... You've... certainly caught me off-guard. I must say, you did a good job scaring me." Sunday comments softly upon recomposing himself as his small wings fluttered back at the sides, straightened himself up before marveling at your adorable ghostly figure. He smiled even at focusing on the doodle of an attempt for a ghostly face.
â„ïž When you had started taking the blanket off of your face, Sunday reached his own hands out, interrupted your movements and turned to take it off himself, with his softened look in full view before he then carefully draped it over your shoulders, as if to keep you warm from your own chills that you have emanated before he leans down, his free hand clutching at his heart, to give you a soft kiss on the forehead.
êšïž "đšđ, đđđđđ. đ°đ'đ đđđđ đđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ. đșđđđđ, đ° đ đđ đ'đ đđđđđđ đđđ đđđ đđ đđđđđđđđđđđ đđ đđ, đđđđđđ, đđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđ, đđđđ đđ đ...đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ, đđđđ. đ° đđđ'đ đđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđđđ đđ đđđđđ đđđđ đđđ, đđ... đŸđđđ đđ đđđđđđđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđ đ đđđđ-đ đđđđđđđđ đđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđ ?"
ââșââ âŸââșââ
âżïžâŸïž đđšđ đšđŹ
â„ïž The piles of work that he has finished for the day, has left Logos feeling rather weary in the heart. Such are the duties that he must face as an Elite Operator, for Rhodes Island. There were his responsibilities too, as the Banshee Prince/Lord, that still finds a way to take up bits of his time in his own desk here.
â„ïž Logos walked by the merry hops of Operators and staffs alike, and of the children who giggled down the hallways, carrying baskets of treatsâ that even Logos himself played a part into filling, when they have come to ask for some treats. His heart feels moved alone at the sight of such merry gathering during this season. Still, his soul yearned for the comfort of his other halfâ you.
â„ïž He passed along the hallways that led to the dormitories and over to his shared space with his lover. You. He comes in, comfortably removes his Rhodes Island coat as the auras of the incantations emanated from it as the owner parts with it momentarily, steps inside, hands raised to remove his gloves before heading in further. He hears the light ruffling of fabric, just near where he is, causing his ears to perk up at the sound.
â„ïž He turns the corner, careful in his steps and thereâ he steps aback, blinking, surprised as he sees your ghostly figure hop out from where you hid and mustered a 'boo', in imitation of a howling ghost, in front of the young Banshee Lord. He was rendered speechless for a moment or two, until his lips curve to a smile, and he tilts his head away charmingly, able to blind someone with light should they stare at his ethereal expression at the moment, thanks to his beloved who did little as to spook him for fun but sent great palpitations his way in the name of love.
â„ïž "Dearest, you've certainly...gave me quite the fright, I must admit." Logos softly commented, his eyes trailing over your figure all the while you marveled at your own victory with how your hands swayed in merry movements. A sight that he took delight in watching. You always could get a reaction out of him, which he did not mind one bit. He feels alive whenever he basks in your warm presence.
â„ïž To match your playfulness however, Logos does recover himself, stepped closer with a click on the floor, reached his hands out in a careful manner, moved the blanket not to remove it but surprised you when he instead lifted it up and draped it over himselfâ stuffing him inside the covers with you, covering both of your figures regardless of height, and the next thing you felt, in a slow blurring motion was his lips on yours.
êšïž "đ»đđ đđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđđ, đđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđđ đ đđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđ đđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ đ đđđđ đđ đđđđđđđđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđ đ đđđđ. đđđ'đđ đđđ đđđđđđ đđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ đ° đđđđđ đđđđ đđ đđ đđđđđđđđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđ đđ đđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđđđđđ, đđ đđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđđ. đŻđđđđ đŻđđđđđđđđ, đđ đđđ, đđ đ đđđđđđ. đ”đđ, đđđđ... đ° đđđđđđđ đđ'đ đđ đđđđ đđ đđđđđđđđđ đđđ, đ đđđ đđđđđ. đșđ... đ»đđđđ đđ đ»đđđđ?"
ââșââ âŸââșââ
âżïžâŸïž đđĄđđ§đđšđŠ (đđ„đđđ«)/ đđ«đđ đšđđąđ
â„ïž Lucian is not usually one to entertain the normal motions of human life. For most of his life in the past, he had mostly been content to stay within the limelights of the shadows, and be part of the swallowing tides of darkness. But after his transition into a new person, as Tragodia, he has come to accept integration within society in slow but fulfilling steps. And that includes, acknowledging your love to its entirety, with little doubt nor reservation about whether he truly is deserving to be the object of your affections.
â„ïž Lucian still lingers betwixt the darkness he once thought himself to be a puzzle piece of, and of the newfound light in his days in the form of acceptance and interactions aboard the Rhodes Island Landship. He remained reluctant, yet, he does not take another step back. He picked up this new mantle to be the successor to the Tragodia name, with the promise of freedom and springâ a large contradiction to the life that he once possessed, when he was still within the confines of the Crimson Troupe. He is in the process of learning how to loveâ but he is already showing all that he's learned, in the days you remained by his side.
â„ïž Lucian had just returned from an off-R.I duty, his coat trailing from behind him, only to find himself first greeted by the sights of merry children, hopping around, baskets in hand, filled with treats and of the Operators and staff around that greeted one another the dawn of the spooky holiday spirit. It was one of those days again, he thought to himself. Halloween. A season for myths and for the departed.
â„ïž He made his way into his shared space with you, his beloved. During his absence, Lucian did make sure to exchange letters here and there with you to ensure that you stay updated with what goes on with his life so far, away from you. He gently opens the door, steps inside with care as Miss Christine then hops off his shoulder, her twin-tails swishing side by side, purring as she wanders off to who knows where. Whereas, he, with great care, took off his cloak for a more comfortable pacing in mobility, and stepped in, letting the warm lights in the room envelop his figure. He no longer feels so blinded to the spotlights, compared to before, though, with all that has happened in his lifeâ his heart did turn weary but comparably relaxed unlike before.
â„ïž That is, until, he was about to turn a corner, only to lean backwards in surprise when you hopped up, clad only in that white blanket sheet, with an adorable doodle of a ghostly face with your hands posed for a frightening stance. Lucian's eyes were wide, in surprise, that all strings of previous thought had dissipated into nothingness at the sight of you. Yes, who else would it be, but you? He can already tell. Within the confines of his mind that are haunted by illusions of his pastâ you alone remained with a form of clarity. He looked speechless, stunned even that he is still registering a response within his mind.
â„ïž Then, his lips slowly curves up into a small smile. Your jumpscare certainly did relit the flames of his mind and heart, to radiate positive recollections rather than of negativity. "My starlight... You certainly do have the airs of the Halloween season in you. I must say... You make a fine actor for a ghost. Even you surprised me." He tells you, making comments as if he were a scripwriter who offered encouraging remarks about your masterpiece, to which you responded with quite the prideful pose that caused his smile to grow larger. He's completely changed.
â„ïž Hearing you giggle were like melodies to his ears, one he'd consider even finer than his own singing voice. Lucian recovers, steps closer towards you, with his spirits lifted, thanks to your spooky welcome, he reaches for the edges of your white cloak, pulls it up carefully, and drapes it around your shoulders instead with a tie to the front securing it as a makeshift coat. Then, to your surprise, Lucian, out of nowhere, responds in kind to your spooky act with a romantic one of his own. He positions both yours and his body in the posture for a dance of waltz, held your hands, and you're instantly whisked away to a small magical dance, as his response to your welcome. Lucian has flipped the script. A well disguised trick in the form of a treat. Now that he has found his will of change and lifeâ he will show you, the depths of his feelings, for you.
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â„ïž Life in Chaldea, for Kondo, is largely a different experience compared to his past life. He had once lived through an era of war and bloodshed, with little room for the mundane joys in life that only the commonfolk can afford as a form of luxury. The Commander is no cold person, he is too warm, even, for the old world where only the fittest may survive. When he had met his end, he passed with lingering regrets and of the thought that even if he may have died, bearing still the dignity of the Commander of the Shinsengumi, he thought to have found himself unworthy of any form of love for the failures that he has committed in his life. But it's with you, and with the reunion of himself and his comrades that Kondo found himself more willing to accept life once again, with honor restored and willingness to accept the turns of affection that you and everyone else would give him.
â„ïž Kondo amused himself with the traditions of the Halloween season, with the sights of the child servants running around to all they'd encounter, asking for a trick or treat. He had great curiosity for the new world, and so delighted himself with observations, gifting of a candy or two to the kids who came by and even would surprise some of his unsuspecting comrades like Heisuke with a treat or two, in the form of a candy. It's not like Heisuke can turn him away with that innocent smile on Kondo's face, anyways.
â„ïž Late into the evening, after much wandering around amongst his fellow servants in the spirits of the spooky holiday, KondĆ had not seen you the entire day due to your duties out, though he hoped that he'd be seeing you once he arrives back into his shared room with yours. You had him move in, after months of relationship with him, enough to be considered as close to let him stay as your beloved companion in the same living space.
â„ïž "Master, are you inside?" Kondo spoke aloud in a gentle tone, his long hair trailing behind him, as he announced his arrival with question of your whereabouts. He steps inside, with careful strides. The same smile remained on his face, as he stepped closer to the corner from where you were hidden.
â„ïž Little by Little, when you felt his presence draw closer, reaching the corner, you jumped out, with a cute imitation of a ghostly shriek which did make Kondo stumble backwards slightly with a low gasp, faltering in his steps momentarily before recovering himself in a split second as per his training, and took a better look at your figure. He blinked, until a chuckle slipped past his lips in great amusement.
â„ïž "Masterâ or should I refer to you now... My dearest, you certainly do look adorable in your gab. Ah, but of course, give yourself credit for successfully making me falter in my steps." Kondo remarks, a smile plastered over his lips, watching as you make your victory pose. He recalled back to another servant whom he had conversed with, earlier, on the topic of Halloween out of Kondo's great curiosity into learning about the present holiday spirits. You always manage to find a way to reach his heart with such gleeful motions. There's the concept of trick or treat, whom he found the most attractive when he had heard of it. Perhaps, it won't be so bad to apply what he's learned now.
â„ïž Hearing you giggle beneath that cover of yours prompted the Shinsengumi Commander to lean down, nimbly move his hands over to the fabric, tugged it upwards and an easeful motion, he lets it flutter upwards, towering above the two of you like a thin sheet of cloud. As your eyes dart upwards, observing the cloud, Kondo leans in as if he were a caretaker of this particular sunflower right in front of him, pulled in by the beams of sunshine, in a blurry slow-mode motion, he leans in and gives you a kiss on the lips, his hand cupping your cheeks as if nuzzling at the soft petals of a flower all the while the white blanket fluttered towards the side, falling with grace with a thud, but not before momentarily giving the imagery of two lovers sharing a kiss behind a book in a library of memories.
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