#virtuousandsinful

It had been a while since Rosier's gotten permission from his father outside of Pryholt realm. Being imprisoned for decades... something he didn't particularly fancy, but it was a given. There would have been no way that anyone would have supported his relationship with a pure. Would he still even be remembered by his beloved? It was strange- the prince had not even received a single notice all this time.

Rosier stepped his first foot into Aniova for the first time in a long while. If his father had found out his plans to reunite with his beloved, he'd surely be imprisoned for another century. Cautiously walking about around the castle, he had hoped he'd catch if not just a glimpse of the angel. What were his odds?

Cosette needed a change of pace. To get away from noisy Uthanians and just relax somewhere out in the open in hopes that he wouldn't be bothered by anyone. He had a few ideas... he could wander around some corner in the human realm until he was satisfied. Somewhere desolate so there wouldn't be pesky humans picking at him in rabbit form. After all, his true form had long, draped ears that would stand out like a sore thumb.

The weather was much nicer in the human realm. The sun created a mildly warm environment, and he couldn't help but fall fast asleep under the shade of a large tree. His slumber however, did not last for much longer than a few moments. The rabbit's small, maroon eyes squinted opened to whatever had woken him up. 

"..."

Excuse me while I fill this out~

[text] Yea, don’t worry about it… didn’t think it’d be for me anyway.

Is he sulking, is that why he's not saying anything back?

Kyle shook his head, resting his head onto the wall beside him as he sat on his mattress staring into his phone. What was he getting all disappointed over anyways- it was what he was expecting right? It wasn't as if they were lovers, not like he had ever thought of it-

But that would be a lie. 

He sighed. It would have just been better if he hadn't given his phone number out in the first place. He never gives out his number, so what made him this time? Though it was meaningless to start regretting. He had to forget, and fast. He had to, he knew, but his fingers somehow felt the need to type something back.