#serandipity

actions prompt meme :: selective

@serandipity sent: [ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be. - Diluca

"Oh. There you are." Diluc is entirely indifferent towards being 'caught' in this space. There's no beginning or even consideration of apology on his features or conscious. As freely as he had been taking in the environs, so too is given his carefree greeting. Merely waiting. It's not a question of if he knows he shouldn't be in here. This is, after all, Bianca's bedroom.

Hadn't it been locked..? The noblewoman may have been wondering. Well, perhaps. Not that it had been enough to stop the man from investigating his curiosities. It's also a small touch of... payback. One could say. After all, Bianca herself made frequent attempts to snoop around various estates and locations about Diluc. Isn't it only comeuppance?

No. Entering the room wasn't that. It was how he was going through the sketchbook, continuing to flip through the various pages of rough art that the woman had created over... some span. Diluc hadn't surmised the ages. There weren't dates written into the corners. Or signatures. These were just sketches. Another sign of her amateurish stage of a creative... but in no way did it dissuade his first declaration of her potential.

~༺ :||  The pale mage looked out across the water, grimacing at the sight of water. Endless blue without the sight of any huge mass of land. Islands here and there, but where was Hyrule? How long had he been contained with the sword, or... where did that blasted thing end up? Even the people he saw didn't speak the same language.

Hand brushed across the ship railing and scarlet eyes lifted to the sails and sky. At least this could transport him back to Hyrule, right?

Ears picked up the sound of wood creaking under the weight of footsteps. A crew.

He'd have them take him back.

He had to press a hand against his mouth to keep from laughing at that response.

FyreByrd -> Larry Johnson: There's a third hole. I got it just for you.

Meiko did her very best to visit the First at least once a month. Not solely to check in on the state of the world itself, but because she missed so many people. Especially --

"Ryne!"

Meiko found Ryne with little trouble in the marketplace and made an immediate B-line for the teen, waving as she approached.

"Your usual delivery Viera -- Viis is back wi'another round o'letters from th'Source," she greeted, handing over a few letters. "I trust nothin' else has gone awry in th'last few weeks?"

She’d thought she was going to die. Maybe she still would. Maybe death stood in the shadows, beckoning to her from the corner of the unfamiliar room she awoke in, her skull aching as if she’d been pounded over the head with a rock. Her body felt equally as worn and damaged, which made sense considering she’d lifted her right arm to find it bandaged with bloody gauze. 

Blinking back the exhaust that threatened to pull her into unconsciousness once more, Benedikta made an attempt to clear her throat, though she noticed her mouth felt dry as the barren lands overtaken by the blight. 

How long had she been unconscious?

It was then that she noticed movement from the corner of the room — a silhouette stepping from the shadows. Perhaps death had in fact stood in her room, watching and waiting for her to return to this realm. Perhaps death had sent one of its messengers to finally finish the job. She attempted to push herself into an upright position, but she winced and shuddered in pain as her body protested at the movement. 

And that was when she heard the all-too-familiar silky voice that had once been a constant in her life — telling her she should lie back down if she knew what was good for her.

"We need to encourage a questioning mind, dear Detective Prince," Akira replies, relatively innocent smile on his face even though his glasses flash. "How else can we discover all cognitive psience has to offer?