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She wanted to answer ‘love’, but Nunnally wasn’t sure if she would truly see it there. She knew she was offered to him to seal the cooperation between Ignis and her father, although Nunnally wasn’t sure what Ignis truly thought about this deal. And what she meant to him (if anything at all). Not that Nunnally regretted; Ignis turned out to be kind and carrying, and she knew her father’s choice could have been much worse. If she was to be completely honest with herself, she was falling in love in him, and that was also w h y she wanted to feel that he wasn’t indifferent about her as well.

But was he? Or was he simply playing the role of a perfect fiancé?

It wasn’t only that she didn’t know what to answer. It was also the anxiety that crept into her heart, when she heard his words. Why was he asking? Was it a test? Was there ‘a right’ and ‘a wrong’ answer? She walked slowly to Ignis and offered him a charming smile. Nunnally attempted to look confident (even playful), but she was not sure how well she was faking it. Ignis was much taller, but that day she was wearing high heels and a light flowery dress. She looked charming; a perfect product of her social class. She stood on her toes to face him more comfortably, and reached her small hand towards his face. She stopped it in a halfway to have a quick glance at her engagement ring. The symbol she was taken and almost belonged to him…?

Her fingertips brushed his cheek for a brief moment before they moved down and stopped at his chin with a gentle intention to make him look into her eyes: --

“Let me see.” – she joked locking her eyes with his – “Let me see what I can see if I look into them now…”

Curiosity and amusement. That would be Nunnally’s truthful reply. But she wasn’t sure if she really saw it there or she rather expected to see it there.

“A promise.” – she finally replied – “I see a promise in your eyes.” – was it enough for an answer? – “And this is a promise that I like.” – she added slowly as she started to enjoy their locked gazes.

A promise of kindness? Of happiness? Of loyalty?

…of love?

Source // no longer accepting

she  cradles  a  meticulously  crafted  bouquet  of  roses,   each  one  a  demonstration  of  the  royal's  gratitude.     nurtured  with  her  own  two  hands,   blossoms  bore  witness  to  the  ardent  appreciation  she  had  toward  the  unwavering  loyalty  of  her  valiant  knight  and  protector.     she'll  offer  them,          "     for  you   ;   i  grew  them  myself...     "          as  cheeks  dust  a  sweet  hue  of  pink,   heart  inwardly  swells  with  a  deep  appreciation  for  ignis. [ @rexpyre ... ♡ ]

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It wasn't unusual for Wester to be out and about during the night. The shadows made it easier to blend in, to disappear into alleyways and slip between the trees. It wasn't that he didn't want to be seen, if anything he took pride in his shiny fur and muscular limbs, but people were so easily frightened and he simply couldn't risk it.

His paws flew over sidewalk tiles, asphalt, gravel, then slowed on the grass, the leaves and twigs that carpet the forest floor crunching beneath his weight. He came to a halt at last, and whipped his head towards the sky, taking in all the scents of the forest.

He's not alone.

This does not frighten him, rather he just turns to the scent. Curious. Perhaps a bit confused, maybe even a little excited. The scent is not like his own, but there's something about it that does feel...similar? He isn't entirely sure, but his tail still wags expectantly.

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rejection was perhaps his worst fear, but sometimes fears had to be faced. even if he'd been escaping them for the past millennia or two. “ bai, ” came the voice, with as much confidence as the hellhound could muster. when they finally turned to him, a small, sheepish smile played at his lips. “ i'd like to know if you'd want to go out with me. but... not for a hunting trip, like we used to. i think i'd like to show you around the city a bit. and if that's not to your liking, then i know of a nice, quiet retreat that's... a little similar to elysium. a little eden on earth. ”

// Busy tidying up as usual, they assumed he called their name for something trivial. Asking where they put something he'd been looking for, what to eat for dinner. Though mundane and insignificant to others, it meant Bai was needed and that was enough for them.

" Huh? " They raised an eyebrow. Not hunting... but just walking around? " Oh, is there something specific you wanted to collect or something? "

They didn't get it.

COME GET YOUR PRESENTS. // accepting!

atticus did not celebrate christmas.

well, he hadn't since his children had moved out of the house.

for their sake, he had gone along with the tradition--keeping up with the false idol of 'santa claus', decorating the home, and even dealing with the labor of picking out a tree and personally hauling it back to decorate. preferably, he would have hired someone for all of these tasks, but once the boys came of an age to voice their opinions, they were very vocal about doing certain things themselves.

now that they were gone, and long had santa claus been retired, his home was barren of any christmas cheer, and his only obligation were his holiday bonuses to his staff and gifts to colleagues of worth.

that, and certain peers.

" it's a little early, but--merry christmas, gene. "

with a warm, well-practiced smile, atticus offered eugene a small, tidily wrapped box. bundled in sleek black paper with glittering gold plaid patterning, inside was a small black box. when opened, on a bed of soft cotton laid a silver key with a black rubber top.

" why don't we go outside and see where that key goes? "

outside, hidden in atticus's extra garage, a bike he had commissioned and built based off of gene's tastes sat with a deep red bow.