#sheepcoated

Welcome to the Kingdom of Ilaefaci!

I’m sure yooou’ll enjoy your stay here!

You will be housed in Hut #2 within Ilmatar.

You’ll be receiving your prophecy soon…

Do your best now!

3. The hand kiss.

An overactive imagination often spurred forth a desire for a rendition of the fantastical stories thought about by the younger girl to take place. Humoring a request to take upon the role of a pseudo knight in armor in order to breath life into the fictitious tale, a daring rescue had the teenager set forth on to reclaim the breathtaking princess rumored to be secretly betrothed to the humble solider that she was. 

It was a rather childish story, one no doubt inspired by the talk of chivalry touched upon in History class that very morning. Even so, the part was played with expertise, a great deal of finesse present while ‘slaying’ the beast that’d held the royal figure captive. 

Afterwards, in show of respect was knee bent as a hand gently collected a daintier one. Head bowed for lips to softly press to the back of it, obsidian peering upwards as this was done. Nothing more than an overdone finale that would surely satiate the girl’s wishes for quite some time, the curtain would fall once the last scripted words were recited.

What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple?

I'm sure Kaiji would be probably pretty alright dad, maybe not ...example when it comes to ' being a member of a society' and he might even be a little distant but also no doubt caring. He'd do anything to protect his kid and take care that he feels loved but also be pretty strict with them but not... too strict, he'd cut them some slack. Very supportive but the kid would probably call them uncool which in turn would make him visibly sad haha....

But could also spoil all that with his gamble habits.... Idk it would be difficult. Would he find peace with family? Idk.

What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it?

'Proper person doesn't exist' is what he thinks. Society's laws are something he doesn't care about really, he doesn't think whether something he does is good or bad. But that's not to say he's 'out of control' or anything, he still respects life.

❀ for their favorite season

he's a fan of fall!  comfortable enough to wear long pants and jackets to hide his dagger and pistol without sweating his ass off, but warm enough that he isn't freezing to death when he has his bar brawls outside

♬ for a song that fits them

city by hollywood undead

⊗  for a completely random headcanon

Social gatherings were unnerving for a surprising percentage of the populace. It was understandable given that conversation did not come as easily to some as others. To a certain extent did this apply to the fearis haired yankee, but even more so did it to the bumbling bundle of nerves that was Mary. It was for that that losing sight of the bashful underclassman had been disastrous as without someone to seek shelter behind hot streaks of tears might stain porcelain cheeks.

Habits long since memorized, where the younger would take refuge was luckily quite simple to discover. Crouched down in a far less occupied section of the gala's venue, the trembling form showed just how truly anxious she was to b4 alone while surrounded by so many unfamiliar faces. Protective instincts caused by a motherly disposition never failed to influence the second year's actions, shown by how providing comfort became almost as necessary as it was to breath.

Dazzling events such as these had never attracted her attention much. Such events, she believed, were better suited for sparkling celebrities, or people living high-end lifestyles. She didn't really consider them appropriate for a girl of her stature, however romantic the premise might seem. However, the fact that this was an event open to the general public allowed for a number of familiar faces to join the crowd, and the notion that there would be a chance to spend time with these precious friends of hers helped persuade her to make the decision to join the crowd among the whisperings and the stars that evening.

With a quick adjustment of her mask, she slipped discreetly between the crowd, practically melting into the congregation. She held up the hem of her flowery dress carefully, so as not to cause her or anyone else the irritable inconvenience of stepping on the long, silky fabric. Weaving her way through the bodies, she was able to spot a petite figure towards the edge of the grand room, adorned in a flouncy multi-color gown that seemed to mirror her childish enthusiasm about the world.

Although the person in question was wearing a mask, it was easy for Chizuru to recognize her friend. Aside from her long, champagne-colored hair, the presence and internal curiosity they held about everything radiated as clearly as the crystals contained in the chandeliers hanging high above them.

Releasing her grip and allowing the raised folds of her dress to fall loosely back down to their sides, she made her way towards her friend, every step she took causing the hem the garment to move smoothly along with her.

The night had only begun, but he was restless, awed, and beyond satisfied with his decision to attend the ball. After having heard that the event was free to enter and that friends were planning to seize the opportunity, he had little reason not to follow suit.

It was an event of the grandest proportions, a party unlike any he'd seen at home. It was certain blissful ignorance that he did not realize the host was the very same slowly destroying the nature of Paralia, for the thrilling ambiance of the guests, music, and refreshments combined with the sereneness of the neighboring outdoor veranda was too inviting an environment to abandon so soon.

He'd dressed relatively simple for the occasion, a small tie loosely fitted about a dress shirt coupled with matching black pants and appropriately shined shoes. With a mask of corresponding colors, he felt prepared enough to enjoy the evening until time flew.

"Mary!" Out of a surge of excitement he'd shouted upon spotting his dearest friend, influenced by the bubbling atmosphere of the mingling and giggling party-goers as he waved in her direction. Realizing then that identities were probably not supposed to be known due to the masquerade theme, he immediately recoiled, the hand soon rubbing the back of his neck shyly to disguise his mistake.

Regardless, it takes only a moment before he's recovered and caught up with her, smiling brightly before exchanging the proper pleasantries.