#thread 009

Icarus takes a last glance in the mirror before leaving, twitching the scarf around his neck to make sure it falls in all the right places. It’s never terribly cold in Olympe, climate controlled courtesy of the Calydon Dome, but it’s January - surely no one will think the accessory out of place enough to question it. Dionysus is already there when he arrives, picking through a tray held by one of her dozens of underlings that appears to contain soft sponges in a variety of shapes and colors, and Icarus waits until she makes her selection and dismisses the young woman before stepping into her line of sight.

Perhaps this encounter was meant to be. Fran walked around on her own, looking for a place to sit and relax, or at least a place where she can charge herself up to continue exploring a little longer. This place had so many things to do, and absorb all the data that happen before her eyes. She was like a kid at an amusement park for the first time.

Though before she would find a place to rest, there was a hand that grasp her am, surprising the servant as she could hear the man demanding some money. 

Money?

That was something she didn’t have, but the thought never cross her mind. This man here was dangerous. He was going to hurt her if she didn’t do anything. Human or not, she had to protect herself, no matter who it is. Within a moment, Fran had a surge of strength course through her, using her free hand to grab the man’s shirt, and fling him across the alley. She wasn’t sure if the man was dead or not, nor did she care, after sensing something that almost resembles her close by. Turning to see another man there, someone with the same energy, or just a bit less then her, seeing what she had done.

❝Well, I mean with our relationship.❞

☓ She boldly responded, taking a sip of her drink and staring deep into the Munchkinlander’s eyes. ☓

❝After all, you did call me beautiful.❞

from the moment her mark had appeared, clara had concealed it from the world. it became as much part of her routine as getting dressed each morning. for the first few weeks after it first surfaced, she held her breath, kept expecting her soulmate to just miraculously land in her lap. once she memorized the damn thing, she hid it, hoping it would allow her some kind of an advantage when she did meet whoever she was supposed to be bound to for life. 

IT WAS THE FIRST DAY OF AMANO’S INTERNSHIP but things have not been going the way she expected. She felt exhausted. Terrible dreams nightmares had kept her up all night. Because of that, she dozed off on the train, it caused her to miss her stop. The last thing she wanted was to seem ungrateful for this opportunity.

Amano raced down the busy street barely making it on time. She panted with hands on her knees.

blessedsckura​:

Sakura looked up at the other for a moment. She just met him now… But she had no reason not to trust him as of now. She looked down before looking up at him. “……You’ve given me no reason not to.” She responded. She remembered how her brother Kamui behaved on their journey, trusting until proven otherwise. She nodded. “….I do…” For now…

“That’s a relief.. I’m sorry to approach you out of the blue like this, but it is getting late and it wouldn’t sit with me to let a young girl wander around alone.” The statement is.. genuine in its tone, at the very least.

Fenris hardly needed to practice. There were enough mercenary jobs to be had that he was not usually at a loss for things to swing his sword at. Still, he had hit something of a lull.

He had come out to the countryside, thinking that perhaps he could at least find some giant spiders. He could furnish some coin from selling their poison, and perhaps some more by the gratitude of the warrior's guild.

He had not counted on finding absolutely nothing. It was a little discouraging. He had not even brought his (singular) book with him, so that he might practice his reading some more. He also did not have any wine, which would have passed the time quite nicely.

He might as well practice. He hefted the recently purchased blade over his shoulder, making a few practice passes with it. It sliced through the air in a broad arc.

For perhaps the first time since he had come here, he wondered what had happened to his Blade of Mercy. Surely it had been picked up by someone. Probably sold back to the damn Tevinters. He scowled, swung his blade in a brutal arc that mirrored his frustration.