#spurnedadulthood

@spurnedadulthood​ asked:  “  i was wrong for thinking to keep it to myself. i hope you can forgive me  ” [ for context, maybe kensuke received a threatening letter or something and he decided not to tell sonia because he didn't want her to worry -- ]

Perfect Blue sentence starters - No Longer Accepting!

Sonia set the letter aside. Gently, as it would be, if needed, turned into the authorities as evidence and because she wanted, needed, to keep her frustrations managed. At thirteen it had been easier to shout, cry, and bemoan, but not at twenty-three and a full-fledged adult, a full-time working royal. Her composed exterior, however, hardly matched what currently simmered inside. Worry, concern, fear, and perhaps even a bit of anger.

She sighed instead, placing a hand on the edge of his keyboard though the portable instrument would do little to stabilize her. A piano maybe, but using his beloved instrument for both moral and physical support, Sonia guessed, would crush him. Why had he waited so long!?

"Do you know," She began, steeling herself for the questions she was about to unleash and the possibility that her boyfriend might not appreciate them, much less respond to them. "Do you know who sent this and why? Why have you aggrieved them so? If it is your music, surely your agency has protocols in place for addressing such issues but if...if it's because of your personal life, because of me-"

Several things seemed to settle upon her shoulders at once, the former Ultimate Princess sinking down into Kensuke's dorm room sofa. She wouldn't be permitted to stay for long, she was no longer enrolled at Hope's Peak and had a home of her own to return to in the city. But Sonia Nevermind, Princess of Novoselic, needed a moment to sort through the array of thoughts, of next steps, that crossed through her mind:

A rival musician or angered fan despised Kensuke enough to threaten his life if he did not change his entire livelihood.

A spurned former friend or lover (her assumptions drifted towards the latter though the rational part of her mind screamed the former) held a personal offense against him.

It had finally come out, one way or another, that Kensuke Hibiki and Princess Sonia of Novoselic were (not-so, apparently) secretly dating, and had been for several years. She'd worried at the beginning that their liaison being made public knowledge would make his professional, and personal, lives far more difficult, and that was simply due to press and public opinion alone. That didn't even factor in her family and all of the questions, discussions, and passive-aggressive comments regarding anything from his own family to his talent to his physical appearance as to why he was completely unsuitable as a partner for her.

The third option, naturally, was the one that frightened her the most, and Sonia Nevermind adored a good scare. She just preferred hers with chainsaws or demonic possessions or serial killers with a giant butcher's knife that never seemed to stay dead. Not blackmail, extortion, threats, and throwing her boyfriend in the direction of the proverbial wolves with no suitable preparatory efforts being made. The real horrors in life, she was certain, did not exist on the page or on screen: they unfolded over elegant dinners, public appearances, galas and balls and all the things fairy tales were made of.

@spurnedadulthood​ said, “  [ SMIRK ] [ adhskjahdjsadhskja IMO, this is the most ic one for him anyway ] “

It’s quiet, save for the distant rustle of turned pages and taps against the keyboard. A library was far from the greatest of options in terms of business. But it was the necessary one after locking herself out of the gallery. She sits across from him, torso leaned over the wooden desk and pointer gestured to an assortment of open spaces on the paper she’d set in front of him. Legal jargon littered the page, but she debriefed with her improvised Sparknotes version, courtesy of the supervisor’s memo. Typically, the terms and conditions of a contract seldom came after providing compensation for the job. But, it was a minor slip of the mind. At least Kensuke had been responsive to her (somewhat desperate) text and agreed to a meet-up on such short notice. It’s the weekend; a time most spent taking care of themselves after a busy week of work or school. She trains her gaze on the pen in his hand, briefly wondering what he’d been doing before she’d sent out her SOS. Maybe she should make up her blunder to him? A giftcard? Lunch? A low audible hum slips past pursed lips. She’ll file away the thought, deciding to pry into him to decide what would work best for him. 

Her voice is hushed when she speaks again, gaze lifting to meet his own, “   And you’ll just have to sign there.  ” She taps, “ And then you’ll be free from me … at least until I make another mistake.   ” A grin curves at her lips, bright eyes surveying the room a moment. She has to remind herself that this is a quiet-space and that her normally boisterous voice would be frowned upon in here. She looks down towards his signature, assessing it briefly with creases forming between her brows. This was all, right? She gently slides the page away from him, picking up her own pen to sign on behalf of the company. “   Y’know .. a library is such an impersonal place. I feel like I can’t really say anything, I might get too loud.   ” She chuckles softly to herself, eyes glued to the paper in search of any vacant boxes. And he’s not really thinking when she speaks, letting her mouth move freely. There’s a passing thought of what she should gift him for his troubles when she parts her lips again.

“   If I ever leave my keys at home again, I’m just going to have to invite you to my apartment so we can actually talk.   ” 

There’s a pause, lashes fluttering briefly as she mulls over what she's just said. That didn’t come out right. Completely aware of the potential implications behind her words, she looks up, wide eyed and ready to clarify when she meets his smirk. A smirk! And she’s just about ready to perish from complete embarrassment.  She’s got a ruddy blush spreading all over her gawking features. And she seems to have forgotten where she was, quickly blurting out just an octave too loud, “   I - I’m not propositioning you!   ” There are a few questioning glances passed in their direction and she swears she hears an aggressive shush, urging her to quiet her little outburst. She nods apologetically in no particular direction, shrinking back into her seat from any scathing look,, “   Ah, wh - what I mean is .. we can’t really talk here like normal —   ” She pauses, squinting as if she’s reading her thoughts on a page; carefully. “   And I’d like to get to know you. Y’know .. since we’ll be working together and be in contact for a little while. M - maybe saying my apartment was a bad move ..   ” Near the end she’s practically muttering. Ugh, it sounds like she’ll need to add more to her apology gift. In a final attempt to redeem any dignity she had left, she stands up, gesturing to the door, a sheepish smile at her lips  . 

Exceedingly lewd things to fluster Sonia on Sinday:

- Your muse holding her hand.

- Your muse reminding her that they love her very much (especially when they don’t tell her often).

" Ah, Rosetta-san! Please let me carry those bags for you, " Kensuke soon eagerly urges while hurrying after her. Truth be told, it wasn't as if he deemed Rosetta to be weak or incapable, but with him being a ladies man, he just couldn't help wanting to be of assistance. Why, as long as he could be useful to her, then that was all that mattered to him.

Unprompted || Always accepting (Feel free to turn into threads)!

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    The cacophony of the local market echoes around them - from the clank of coins exchanging hands between a merchant and a man with a wide grin upon his features to the excited mummer of a young woman who had just had just found a beautiful necklace on sale to the giddy laughter of children as their elder sister handed them a brand new toy. It seems the island they had docked at for the time being while the Grandcypher was undergoing repairs was a rather lively one. Stalls stretching out for miles along the wide streets as the buildings behind them thrived in equal measure - scents of freshly baked bread and ripened fruit flooding the cobblestone pathway from slightly parted doors where cooks eagerly waved to those who happened to pass them by. And young Skydwellers as far as they could see crowded around the the colorful and polished structors, loose clothes draped over their shoulders to keep the heat from the sun overhead at bay as they shuffled through the streets to get a look at everything the current stands had to offer before they would be swiftly replaced by other vendors in a few days’ time. And, oh, she had to admit that the cheer hanging over the expansive town was more than enough to encourage her to pick out a few things. Only a few - she would claim, despite the growing number of bags hooked about her arms that rustled loudly with each breeze that licked at the hem of her dress. Gifts for various crew members, trinkets she simply found lovely, and an assortment of items she had deemed useful - the list goes on for miles. 

      She finds herself admiring the fine silks from a trader when she hears a familiar voice behind her, head turning to face the boy - dark brown locks falling over her shoulders as a smile danced upon rosy lips in greeting. The shuffle of the bags she’s carrying as her heels click against the stone almost enough to drown out the sound of the crowd around them, and she’s slowly beginning to realize that she might have a gone bit overboard. But, ah, no matter, she’s certain the Captain will come to appreciate everything she’s splurged on. After all, Io really was in need of a new necklace and that hairpin she had found for Lyria suited the young girl so well she simply couldn’t pass it up, it would have been nothing short of criminal to do so. Perhaps the cute slippers she had found for Katalina and the bottle of rum for Rackam she had picked up shortly after were a bit much, but they had been sale, and she couldn’t say no to a good deal when it had practically landed in her lap. Though, admittedly, carrying all of it around was becoming rather troublesome. Or, rather, it had been up until the moment it seems her knight in shinning armor (bag boy) appears just in the nick of time.     

Although, the very idea that there were humans—a race that had only been heard in myths, was strange in itself.

The scientific mind of hers bade her to seek answers from the beginning. From arriving to a world where no one has ever heard of a Vouivre—or compared them to those poor winged beasts that some rode on.

(It was a strange feeling in that sense, to know a possible tie far down in the past was ridden like some common—)

Still, it ... provided a good distraction.

With her shield resting on the ground next to the boulder she sat on, Saria watched as Nowi utilized her dragonstone to transform. Her new form wasn’t too unfamiliar. In fact, the Vouivre seemed more at ease seeing the more fit-worthy form, but it did draw up a new question.

She turned towards the man who summoned her, “why do Manakete require these .. dragon stones while a Laguz does not?” 

     The cacophony of clanking armor, hefty hooves, and harsh voices rang in her ears; her hold upon her staff tightening as she tried to stop herself from counting the number of soldiers they’d already run into and the number that were pushing ever closer still. Her own failure to protect their fallen comrades looming over her head like a guillotine poised to slice through her neck, but she couldn’t afford to spare them as much consideration as she would have liked to the moment. Not when enemy soldiers seemed to be waiting for them in every nook and cranny, and she was the last person standing between them and the man who had summoned them here. While she had never faced death in this world personally, she knew it was possible for him to bring them back - though it took too much time, energy, and focus for him to do so right now, she had no way of knowing what would happen to him if he were to die here. And Askr couldn’t afford to lose him - if they did, their comrades who already given their lives to protect them might never be able to come back, much less be able to return to their own worlds. She was a healer by nature; her magic was best used for saving people rather than killing them, but she was far from incompetent. If she could protect him, everything would somehow find a way to work out. 

     She wasn’t a fool. She was well aware of the fact that if he left her here, alone to fend off the army closing in on them, she would die. But that was a sacrifice she was willing to make if it meant keeping him safe and, by extension, keeping everyone else safe, as well. Her life was expendable in the world, even if she was aware the process of bringing one back to life was dreadfully unpleasant to say the least. Yet, death was the one thing she had never feared, assuming her own end could accomplish something - anything. If anything, she feared not being able to save others more; she feared not being able to achieve her goals and lead a fulfilling life. She feared being alone; feared being left behind again. And feared someone else dying in her place. 

      At times, Kensuke could be insufferable, but she had never once believed him to be a bad person. For better or for worse, he did possess her trust. “You should escape while you’re able to.” Her tone was a bit more stern than it had ever been before; her usual, unwavering confidence was missing. The unsettlingly feeling in her gut made her doubt he would be so willing to go along with her plan - he’d already expressed great remorse when their comrades had fallen before. He had run yet, it was unlikely that he would now, but she had to find a way to convince him. Not only was his life riding on his escape, but the lives of the other heroes who had fought bravely for him and for this world were as well.