#vvintery

“ I-I APOLOGIZE FOR MY CONTINUOUS PRESENCE, LORD SHIGURE ! I SHALL MAKE HASTE TO MAKE UP FOR MY BLUNDER ! PLEASE USE ME HOWEVER YOU DESIRE ! ” Rips his clothes off. “ USE MY BODY AS YOUR CANVAS IF YOU MUST ! ”

inktober day no 3. / @vvintery

❄┊ TAKING care of a child by yourself was always difficult, even if the child was amazing like Felix. After her husband’s death, the pinkette had to learn how to move on from it while also raising him. In a blink of an eye, he was an adult and Felicia honestly couldn’t be prouder of him. It still pained her, though, thinking of what his father would do.

Shrugging that thought aside, the woman would glance up as quiet steps came to a halt. Baby blue eyes would meet her son’s, and a tired but content smile seized her lips. Despite the struggle, Felicia loved Felix more than anything else and couldn’t help but be amazed that he was a part of her.

My position does not allow for this! They are requesting I pick a royal member to wed, behead, and have sexual intercourse with! I MUST APOLOGIZE TO ALL THREE OF THEM–!!!

fuck outta here ugly ass doo doo head

cati

faeriecrowned a réagi à votre billet : “Tell me I’m beautiful.”

fuck outta here ugly ass doo doo head

cati stop swearing ur too young

vvintery a réagi à votre billet :“Tell me I’m beautiful.”

fuck outta here ugly ass doo doo head

Chiyo hates to admit it, but she has never paid too much attention to the boy before.

He’s quiet, and he sits in the middle of the classroom. He never raises his hand to answer questions, but when he’s called on, his words flow out of his mouth, because he does know the correct thing to say, so Chiyo knows that he’s smart. So if he’s smart, why doesn’t he ever offer his intelligence whenever the class remains dead silent when the teacher asks a question?

Of course, she doesn’t pay too much attention to this. After all, many kids are like that — like her, for instance. Maybe she just doesn’t feel like raising her hand, or maybe doubts her answers. Getting a snicker from that Renn kid isn’t something she wants, but it’s not like she cares about his opinion.

The class she’s in is full of wild cards. Everyone is unique in their own way, be it personality or hair color or face shape or smile. But this kid — Felix, his name is — he’s ... ordinary. He doesn’t stand out against the rest. And that’s what intrigues her. Because Chiyo herself never thought of herself to be somebody that stood out too — she saw herself as a background character. Maybe it was fine seeing them both as background characters.

Together.

“Um...,” Felix mumbled, shyly, as he nodded. “It is fine if you sit across from me... although, I believe you have friends of your own, yes?”

“Ah, yeah,” Chiyo briskly agrees, but she keeps her gaze on Felix. “But I wanted to sit with you. You’re always alone here, so I was wondering if it’d be alright to ... y’know, talk.”

And that was it, really. And everything just sprouted from there — Chiyo got to learn more about Felix in the process. She learned that even though he was intelligent, he was just shy — although he didn’t look that way when he answered questions, he was really extremely nervous about getting an answer wrong, or having being laughed at. He told her about how he never really got picked on as a child, because of how tall he was. He told her about what he knew about ice and water and liquid, because his mother knows how to ice sculpt.

And in turn, she told her about her ambitions. Her loves. Her passions. Her little brother, who keeps trying to pursue this little blonde boy with bright purple eyes. Her mother, who never fails to amaze and inspire her. Her family, as large as it is, whom she loves. And he listens along to her stories, with a complacent look on his face, as if he’s happy to learn all of this about her, as if he loves everything that escapes her mouth.

It occurs to Chiyo that she has never seen this expression on Felix’s face, nor has he ever flashed it to anybody else (maybe that’s because he doesn’t really talk to anyone else, but still). It makes her feel special, and it binds her heart into tight bandages that his smile wraps — it’s an odd thing, because she isn’t prepared for it. It makes her chest hop and whenever Felix’s expression softens because of her, she feels self-accomplished.

When Felix tells her that he knows how to dance, he’s hesitant to show her when she asks. But eventually he crumbles, and soon enough, he’s instructing her feet as they tumble around a deserted school classroom — the one that nobody but them uses, because Felix is the only one in the social studies club.

“You really know how to dance...,” Chiyo says, in a soft, gentle tone. Felix nods.

“I learned from my dad,” Felix explains, as thoroughly as always, spinning her softly. “It... gets easier. I-I did not learn fast. I was rather clumsy when I started.”

“Is that soOH—!” Chiyo suddenly exclaims, and she tumbles on Felix’s foot. Thankfully the pinkette catches her, and they’re nose to nose. Both of their visage’s burn a bright crimson, and they blink at each other, and Chiyo almost thinks that Felix might kiss her— 

Instead, he just pulls her back up, and Chiyo blinks as Felix looks at the clock, “Oh. I apologize for cutting out conversation short, but I have a class to attend...”

“R-Really?” Chiyo stutters, attempting to hide the disappointment in her voice. “What class?”

Felix then whips out his trousers, “SQUARE DANCIN’ MAD’AM!!!!!! YEEEEEHAWWWWW!!!! CARE TO BE MY LIL’ MISS TONIGHT?”

     ′ YOU JUST don’t GET IT, do you ▬▬ ? ′ a VEXED expression traces upon chrysanthos’s face, most obviously not PLEASED with felix’s words.  ′ We’re totally different. I can’t HELP YOU. ′