#vitriss

          ❛   still can’t believe that knucklehead is your fiancé. how did you two even meet ? you seem like two totally different people.   ❜   maybe opposites truly did attract. 

any characters in particular?

vitriss replied to your post:

raises my hand LIKE YEAH SAME but also I WanT TO wriTE with YOU

lazuliss replied to your post:

yOOO I feel this ffxiii ppl are rare nowadays we need more

caiiius replied to your post:

same bro same

@burnteyes: personally, i’d LOVE to have snow or fang or, fuck me running, sazh. anyone, really. the few of the fandom that are still around are all amazing and i think i speak for all of us when i say that we’d love to see anyone who might tickle your fancy!

@vitriss: COME TO ME BC SISTERS~ i will never say no to a serah, especially one as awesome as you omg.

✿ _____ ❝ Come on, Serah, you’ll like it. ❞ A cocktail is offered along with such an earnest promise; frothy, festive, and delightfully tangy as it sits in its domed glass, meticulously adorned with slices of colorful fruit. She is aware that the youngest Farron is not often seen with drink in hand, even at the most rowdy of social gatherings, but with the holidays swiftly approaching, there is no better time to celebrate. Another subtle nudge, to inch the drink ever closer to the young woman seated on the opposite side of the counter. Ah, how she is persistent.             

                                  “ Not exactly the season for milkshakes, ” he says with a  c h u c k l e, taking her hand & leading her closer toward the quaint coffee shop. It sits just at the  e n d  of the road, shrouded by the light sprinkle of snow that  d a n c e s  through the air. Their favorite frozen treat might have to take a  b a c k s e a t  to something more seasonally appropriate now that winter has made its  g r a n d  appearance, but the grin on Snow’s face seems to say that he doesn’t care either way. It’s  n e v e r  been about the food ------- just the company. 

                                          “ How ‘bout some hot chocolate instead? ”  

❝ excuse me! miss! that accessory of yours, it’s really pretty. ❞

finger points to the ornate seeming necklace ---- though just as abruptly she retracts the pointing digit to avoid being overly and a heavy invasive sort of rude. the streets were lined up, side to side, and back to back with so many storefronts she almost wondered if the people who owned them lived in them too. for surely a town filled this much with just places to shop and buy couldn’t have as equal a space for housing. just as her mind starts to wander, and when reynn feels the weight of her head shift ever so slightly to the side unconsciously in a tilt, she drags her attention full point back to the woman with pink hair.