#wingbladed

"This won’t work unless you’re willing to talk to me, Ven.”

He could understand the blond’s nerves. It wasn’t everyday you had your first session with a heartsmith. He probably found it awkward to talk about himself, he knew quite a few wielders who did - and still do - have problems with that step of the process. His mind flashes to Kei specifically, but he brushes the thought off.

“How about this,” Atlas said, pulling his glasses off. He normally didn’t do this with customers but...but his master had told him to experiment with different kinds of tactics. Not the same thing worked for everyone after all. “Either you can ask me some questions too, it isn’t fair I ask you to do all the talking-” He started, folding his glasses and letting them go to dangle around his neck.

there is a pale beauty to be found in the glossy tiles of this town. flowers bloomed over every surface not filled with elegant mosaics, and water was plentiful and abundant. it lacked the annoying sands of wopal’s research facility, yet retained an unearthly loveliness all the same.

[persona] could not have chose a more beautiful land to escape to, she thinks to herself, following behind the faint traces of their presence. [profound] had brought her to a great many strange lands, and yet this was by far the most beautiful she’d seen, the clear skies and watery channels creating light ripples that shone over every surface with sunlight. such beautiful worlds were not  the typical fare of [persona] - her other half hated to endanger innocent worlds, and usually sought out those already ruined as to spare the innocent. but [persona] never chose a destination without a reason. there was something she was meant to find here. what that may be was up to her to locate. so lost within her melancholy thoughts, she nearly ran into a young, blond-haired boy. instinct compels her to evade - spinning upon one heeled foot to twist out of the way, the two abreast one another rather than on a collision course.

“are you alright?” she asks, obvious concern on her features as she nudges her glasses down, peering up at the young blonde. even with her heels, she does not match his height. she refuses to allow herself to be annoyed by this fact, instead waiting patiently for an answer.

unspoken fluff / @wingbladed

“ haaa, holy shit, “  lea ambles to a stop, one arm clutched across his stomach while the other rests on his thigh as he tries to catch a breath, short wheezing pants that sound suspiciously like strangled laughter falling from his mouth. he thinks, or at least hopes, they got far away enough their victim wouldn’t find them any time soon and a glance over his shoulder shows him only ven hot on his heels, equally out of breath with his own barely suppressed giggles. “ you see his face? man, i shoulda taken a picture. “  hearts, his stomach hurts;  he can’t quite recall the last time he’s laughed quite this hard ------ nor the last time he’s had anyone eager enough to pull a harmless little prank with him. 

with a last effort, his feet find a patch of grass he gratefully flops onto, rolling onto his back with a great exhalation of air, a grin still wide across his face.  he doesn’t even protest when ventus follows his lead, practically face-planting into lea’s stomach with no signs of moving away ------ instead, his hand finds its way into blond strands, lightly ruffling ven’s hair before he presses his palm against the back of the boy’s neck, fingers squeezing gently.  the weight of his head and shoulders feel nice, anchor lea to the ground with how light of heart he’s feeling and the press of another body near his own is warm and comforting.

he could easily fall asleep here, now that the adrenaline of the run has worn off and amused, giddy lethargy sets in instead. his head lifts slightly, peering down at ventus’ face. his expression turns sly. 

  Her hands cascaded softly through hair, strands she had moved aside purposefully, back and forth in a calming motion. Steadily, it fell through her fingers, and it was simply another reason she loved each individual’s mass of hair ( something she never admitted aloud, though showed, through her blatant interest ): it was such a solid, personal thing that often grounded her, in a way that voices and simple contact did not always provide. It was strange, sure, and something she didn’t quite understand, but Maka was nevertheless content with her deep interest in these blonde locks, and Ventus’ reciprocation. She tucks a piece behind the other’s ear, index and thumb pushing it back before the tips of other fingers pulled the hair out again, and her thumb whisked a few bangs from his face. Non-stop movement. 

swipes at from atop the fridge  /  @wingbladed​

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          Wait.

          Her brother.

          That’s why she was so scared. The last time she had been in danger like this, her brother was there to keep her safe and help her fight. He was no where to be seen right now. Not only was she worried for her safety, but his safety too.

         “N-No! I have to fight too!” She needs to fight. Shibuya was her home, and as long as she could do something about it, she would. Clutching her psyche in her hand, she runs at those creatures of Darkness and slashes at them as hard as she could. Rhyme could kill a few of these, couldn’t she? People who couldn’t fight were counting on it!