#rosegeneral

@rosegeneral​ sent: it's uncouth, barbaric even and yet she still acts upon a childish desire with a quick motion of gloved fingers, twisting around pale locks and a ... well, rather harsh yank.

|| ||                          At least twenty-odd emotions flood him all at once-- and he recognizes less than half of them. Surprise-- Fury-- Amusement-- Excitement... Ah, might she follow up this petty assault with her sword? Let her. He'll welcome a bout; anything to get rid of this ridiculous tension always stifling the air between them. He wouldn’t lose...

      ...Alas, he knows she won’t dare. Not in the castle. Not under Brahne's watch.

      A hand closes around her pulling wrist, and, deciding on incredulity as the proper reaction, he bows his head into the pull, tilting to eye-level with her lovely face... His own reflection in her eye-piece. "...Really. Expecting it to come off? You should know better by now."

        If anything was learned during the rise and fall of her kingdom, it was that she could not simply stand idly by. Those cloaked in armor and taking on the oath of servitude was something that easily condoned her respect.

        It never made taking in the idea of a soldier being hurt on her behalf any easier though. The very idea of it being Beatrix standing before her with no hesitation of laying down her life if need be was something she accepted but still feared in a way.

        The softness of lips on her forehead has her eyes closing, a slow exhale made as if to try and understand Beatrix’s stance. A weight upon her heart reminds her of a secret locked away, one that makes her feel much more strongly about this than she probably should have.

Please don't.

GLOVED    HANDS    FOLDED    UPON    HER    AMBER   JUMPSUIT,   gaze    directed   downwards   exposing   her    timidity.      ❝       hm   ---   beatrix   ?      ❞    a   simple   sentence,   to    lure    her   atttention,  passes through  spindly   lips   -  --   vocals  are  unsure  and   far   from   confident.      ❝    are    you    busy   ?    ❞  boots   clicks   against   the   carpeted   floor   approaching   the   general,   eyes   finally   meeting   her   figure  and  developing   a   nerve   to   burst   a   revelation.   ❝   I’m    afraid      ---     ❞

|| SEND ✵ AND MY MUSE WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING ||

THE ROSE

Their first impression of your muse: “Once lost, never regained, and cherished above every quality, yet what need has a woman for innocence? A perfect example glares steel at me, yet all I have done is offer my hand in greeting...”Current impression: “Without the Queen, you are nothing, O’ sweet Rose. Even the title General could be stripped from you, and what recourse would you have to resist it? No courtiers would speak against the bloodthirsty Queen’s guard-- They bit their tongues. Those tongues must have been thrashing in their throats with choked insults. Imagine how they will relish spitting them out again, projecting their bile, now that you have allowed her to reign terror and perish~? 

| ✸ |  The bounty hunter wonders the streets of Alexandria almost apprehensively, more often than not trying to avoid such a place, and particularly the people in it. 

He groans when he takes notice of a certain figure, sword swinging by her side, and then considers the other options.

At least it wasn’t the rust bucket. He bet Steiner would gladly have him turned in for his still false bounty. All the more reason to avoid this place. 

But a job was a job and that job was in Alexandria so he didn’t have much choice. 

There was no point blending in to hide away from the Queen’s guard, so instead he faces and addresses her. Somehow he felt his odds better if he wasn’t sneaking around looking like a lowlife. 

It was an otherwise perfect day in Alexandria, the scent of fresh waters heavy in the air, a light breeze kissing the thief’s cheeks, and not a cloud in the sky. indeed there was much to be excited about, and such a natural blessing only seemed to make all Her Majesty’s guards rather chipper and talkative.

In the past, Zidane had only ever managed to explore a very small part of Alexandria castle; but these days he was very keen and in fact fond of the gardens that lined the massive body of water that surrounded it. Roses absolutely everywhere, their sweet scent reminiscent of candied petals, drawing up memories of his childhood.

No sooner had he wandered near the water’s edge, Zidane caught sight of the General most likely making her rounds; or he’d like to think she was merely enjoying herself. Being something of a lowlife, he found it difficult to imagine anyone could be so dedicated to walking in circles all day.

“General Beatrix!” he greeted her with a broad smile, trotting up to her with a burst of enthusiastic energy. “Please tell me you aren’t working.”

It was a statement rather than a question, prompting his tail to twitch with curiosity. “It’s good to see you... I was just borrowing one of Dagger’s favorite books. She says I should try writing a screenplay for Tantalus so she can watch.” he admitted with slight embarrassment.

NGL IM IN LOVE WITH THAT RAINBOW EYE MAKEUP HOLY SHIT