#subversion event

She’s been waiting to pick her children up from school. It’s not time yet so she’s relaxing at a nearby cafe. The palm of her hand rests beneath her chin and she stares out the window in thought. She’s wondering what on Earth she’s going to help Arthur cook for dinner tonight. That is....until she notices a familiar face approach her. 

Another well done in catching some bad people! Ismael’s trained all her life to defend herself and her sister from danger after what they had gone through, but it hasn’t been long since she’s been doing something like this. Something potentially so dangerous. Catching bad people and making sure they didn’t get away while they waited for the police officers to show up didn’t really catch her interest until all of these heroic shows and movies she’s seen as a child. It had just started off as some kind of wish, wanting to be just like that. Though if she were to tell herself what she knows now to her younger self, her younger self would have more than likely laugh and not believe her. 

          “ And here I was, thinking I could pull off a dramatic entrance---I even brought rose petals. ”

Most would assume the tall blonde was joking, but he absolutely had a tiny bag filled to the brim with yellow rose petals just for the occasion. His demeanor might have seemed nonchalant, his body language relaxed and nonsensical words flowing easily, but...

This wasn’t some spur of the moment whim. It had been well over five years since Émile had visited the foxes and youkai in Cotes with his old, childhood friend Aysha. He hadn’t felt welcome in more like eight years, all things considered, and beneath his typical facade, his nerves were more than a little shot.

William Velvet.

His parents died when he was still just a wee tot and the parental role was passed onto his stinky older brother, Waver Velvet, who did an ok job of raising him. Whether or not they get along usually depends on the alignment of the planets for that day.

Currently a business apprentice in some of Iskandar’s many, many companies. Alongside this he also studies part time for a degree in Classics. 

Dabbles a bit in the occult/alchemy/runes etc behind closed doors but is really naff at it. A history buff. Can usually be found hanging around libraries or in his room playing computer games for 58 hours straight.

Please be his AU girlfriend/boyfriend for this event it’s the only chance he’ll ever have.

His personality is exactly the same.

But it’s so hard to remain firm in his convictions with the whirlwind of events that have already swept him off his feet, and he’s been awake for a grand total of ten minutes. Stumbling out the front door, he leans against the brick of the building, clutches his temple to try and dissuade the nasty headache ( fuck, he’s SICK of headaches ), and the longer he stands, the angrier he feels.

That he’s being jerked around. That all these sick experiments are starting to take their toll. That he can’t even be 100% fucking certain that HE’S THE REAL HIM--

“AAAAAAAAAGHHH!!” With a scream, his wings emerge from his back, grabbing the garbage can at the sidewalk, spiking it so hard into the ground that the pavement shatters beneath the steel, and the lid flies off, the only evidence there was a trash can left at all.

Upon closing the door, she slips from her coat, expensive and furred, and moves to hang it upon the coat rack. Without turning to face the intruder in the room, without visually acknowledging her at all, she still speaks to her with monotone dryness: “What is it you hope to achieve by breaking in to my quarters, female?”