#princessozera

@princessozera the satan bias is strong but Solomon’s still lurking around /lh anyways you and your art are amazing and I love seeing you pop up on my feed- have a good day/ night! ✨

THANK YOOOU OH THIS IS SO SWEET CRIES//// OT3 🖤💘💚FOREVER LOVE YOUU

Gnocchi, that might just be stockholm syndrome, get better soon 🤒

((But you're right it does suit him and I've got to give him points for confidence))

how bold of you to assume that we don't ✨all✨ have stockholm syndrome 🤔

i just think he's neat!! its fuck ugly but i respect him for having the audacity to wear it!! its bold, its fresh, it makes a statement!!

also that scarf would be great to choke him with when he gets all bratty

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ozera!!!!! this is a terrifying question, thank you!!! :D

“Fuck,” is the only thing Carmafe can muster out, exhausted and winded from her impromptu hike. She recognizes the fire spirit from around RAD, they’d entered the exchange program the same year but hadn’t had any classes together- a disadvantage of not being a born magic user. Regardless, seeing Iko here could only mean one thing- Carmafe was deep in the woods and horribly lost.

She considers sneaking away, but Iko had probably already heard her coming, it would be rude not to announce herself now.

“Hello, good evening.” Carmafe pushes aside low branches and steps into the clearing. “ You’re Iko, right?” There was only the slightest twitch in the fox’s ears- irritation? Or vigilance? Carmafe wondered for how long Iko had listened to her trampling around the woods.

“Who’s asking?” The fox looks away from the fire to level her stare at Carmafe.

“Oh, um, another RAD student. I’m Carmafe.” Perhaps she could have said something more elegant, but words failed her as she watched the flames brighten Iko’s eyes to a burning crimson with flecks of orange and gold- brighter than the fire and hypnotizing in beauty. She shakes her head, realizing that she’s been staring for far longer than appropriate. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything. Could I sit with you for a minute? I’ve been lost for hours and I don’t have any camping gear for the night.” There is some reluctance, but Iko lets the girl sit across the fire from her.

Carmafe drops her school bag and warms her hands but has to make an active effort not to oogle the spirit across from her. It’s no wonder she was in the running for half of the cutest couple at RAD, Iko was absolutely stunning even with just some jean shorts and a tank top. There are a hundred things she wants to ask, but fear of over-reach stopped her tongue. She’d hate to piss off, or creep out, Iko before getting instructions back to campus. They sat listening to the crackle of the fire for a few minutes before Iko cleared her throat.

“How’d you get lost in the woods? It’s not like you can just wander into the western woods on accident.” Iko tends to the fire, feeding it small twigs and tufts of dried leaves. She raises an eyebrow as Carmafe groaned loudly and rubbed her hands across her face.

“I was trying to go home but I guess my roommate added a hex to keep out intruders- conveniently forgetting to tell me how to bypass it.” Carmafe rubbed her temples, all anxiety and worry about appearances leaving at the thought of her Rosella’s smug face. “I’m going to strangle her and hang her up on the towers tomorrow, I swear to god.” Iko chuckles, and Carmafe smiles at her before taking another look at their surroundings.

“What are you doing out here by the way? I know spirits tend to live in the forrest, but I assume you wouldn’t start a fire just to sleep in a tree.”

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“We’re in luck, I was coming back from a snack run.” She digs around her bag and pulls out a handful of snacks and some assorted drinks. “Do you want crystal cherries, or fizzy fig soda?”

The girls split the snacks between them and the conversations came easier as Carmafe dropped the formality act. They talked about the moon and stars, sharing stories and superstitions, Carmafe fully wrapped in Iko’s stories of living in the forrest for and exploring the Devildom for decades. They talk long into the night and as the sky began to clear- as much as it can for a Devildom sky- and Carmafe begins to yawn.

“Tired already? So much for that stamina.” Iko teases.

“We can’t all be insomniac spirits,” Carmafe yawns again, burning her fingertips as she reaches out to the fire again. She drops her hand to cool them in the morning dew before rolling on to her stomach and trying not stumble as she gets up. “I need to go. I want to take a shower and then get breakfast at Madam Scream’s.”

“Will you have enough time to?” Iko checks her phone, “if you live deeper in the forest you won’t get to school on time. “