#slayine

STOP

    As of right now, all Lelouch has to do while he gets his bearings on this whole ‘marriage’ thing, is just play the part for now. He’s slowly getting use to the setting, and its easy making simple conversation with the other members of the household. Though, sadly enough he doesn’t really feel that ‘family’ bond within this household. It didn’t really bother him, actually, he expected it. However… He isn’t too fond of this kind of life, and just playing along does get rather tiring.

    He sits on the couch solemnly with a pen in his hand, and a book in his lap. He uses it to jot down notes, mostly planning out a budget that this family could hopefully use to their advantage since there’s five in this household [a fact which he still cannot believe to some extent]. Really, he can’t really have anyone blow off too much money with some silly mistake, that’d just be awful. Especially if all this planning goes to waste. He turns a page, and realizes the picture he was using as a temporary bookmark seems to be missing… Oh… Oh, oh no… Where did it go? There’s no way he could misplace such an important image..!

    A small mewl emits from under the table as Lelouch notices a white cat making its way across the room. He pinpoints something is being held in its mouth—

    He drops the pen, and with a gasp he stands up in the most absolute surprise [and horror probably]. What the cat holds in its tiny mouth, is something very important. It’s none other than a picture of Nunnally, which Lelouch held very dear to him. So dear that it’s probably his only reason to live, honestly!

    “G…Give that back this instant!” Is the first thing the black-haired teen manages to utter after his moment of shock, and begins to scramble towards the cat; who suddenly begins to run off. Okay, thanks. Taking off after the white feline with quick footsteps, he follows it out of the room, down a hallway, and when he takes a turn around a corner he feels his own feet fly out under him as he loses his footing against the kitchen floor, then falling straight onto the ground in a very disgraceful [and embarrassing, most likely] manner.  

    Cat catching just… It isn’t for him… Why are cats such a menace?

    With a groan, he sits up, and he notices the blond boy that happens to also be in the same room.

     { ☪ } —; Halloween, a holiday which represented all things spooky and dark-- something the Princess has only come to know most recently. Banter and talk across the town lingered, thoughts of what to do for this festive season; Hallows' Eve if she recalled. Curious and curiouser listening to those who wandered past, interest perked as she wishes to know more. Her next guess is to ask Slaine, with her head in the clouds; her attention forces her to listen to the mention of costumes. Hesitantly as ever, she wonders what this could mean, never celebrating this season before in her lifetime.

     Candy-filled bowls placed upon counters, sweet aromas filling the buildings with each step. Her attention lingers towards the building located on the outskirts of the town, already with her Red-Riding Hood costume on, cape hanging on her shoulders-- she thus follows a small crowd now. Fingers delicately pressed against her cloth, wide grin features as she walks with a skip in her step; strange characteristics has happened ever since the Princess decided to dress up, it wasn't something which fazed her; thankfully.

     Finally making her way inside, further in darkened paintings adorned blackened walls, before her gaze was thus met by a tremendous punch bowl in the middle of surrounding areas. Parading herself towards the coloured bowl in question, she doesn't seem to realise a lose plank in her way; idly tripping over said wood, she lands in front of the table-- punch spilling all around her and those closest to the table.

     With a small laugh, she's seemingly unaware by the stares from other guests; with a turn on heels, a stagger is met as the Princess continues to laugh her mishap off, "Perhaps I should have been less careless." Well, with soak covered costumes surrounding her, there was any wonder why daggers were being pressed into her back from unwanted stares.

you can’t give me the kiss of life when you’ve already given me

theres a place for people like you in hell who asks people to find their chill

15. my character gone insane and is after yours

This isn’t the first time Inaho has been on the run, being hunted down by another, but he never expected his chaser to be none other than the angry blond male he met before. Perhaps it’s due to some twisted fate the brunet has that caused this unfortunate meeting, however Inaho has no time to dwell on such thoughts.

After a long time of running and hiding, trying to quickly think up a good plan to detain his aggressor, the male finds himself backed up into an alleyway, almost nonchalantly looking into the eyes of the one before him. Of course, by now he already has a plan to act upon; he just has to wait for the right moment.

"Bat." He speaks calmly. Though the alley is dark, he can easily see the weapon in the older boy’s hands as it’s raised up and pointed straight at him. Slaine’s arms are obviously shaking as well, a finger almost reluctantly on the trigger. Inaho waits for any sort of response and when he doesn’t get it, he rushes towards Slaine, grabbing a hold of the blond’s arm and painfully twisting it so he drops the gun.

     { ☪ } —; Confusion was ever a development pressed onto the Princess, as finding one's self in the throws of war to now one completely differing planet-- (Was this still Earth?) Often saddening prospects were delivered in such a situation, after all Asseylum missed Vers dearly-- it was her home, the people she loved and cherished the most lived there; it would be her world to rule one day. Blatantly, she knew not of what had conspired between this time, nor that is was her very own people conspiring against her; still she knew now she belonged on Earth.

     In the short amount of time spending on the surface of Earth, she'd enjoyed it immensely, from the many things spoken in her younger years; to this moment-- everything had been as she imagined it. If anything, her entire world was pressed in Earth's hands; fascination with every twist and turn she could find. With ivory skin dangling above the waters edge, Asseylum's gaze stares up at the sky-- stars now twinkling beneath the nights sky.

     Never has she seen something so beautiful, even on Vers.