ᴺᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶤᶰᵍ ˢᵃᶤᶰᵗ

“Fine then, I’ll keep your ring that stole from France all for myself..”

❛ bitch what the fuck? ❜  

how the hell was she supposed to take this when it’s happening so quickly? yet at the same time she’s not really fighting it either. eyes narrowed the moment that she tasted something sweet in her mouth. some shit about valentine’s day and now she’s either horrified or out right losing her damned mind. either way she’s half willing to fucking listen at least. she didn’t eat it, but how long it’ll stay not so melted? what the fuck ever it’s the ice bitches’ issue right now not hers…sort of.

❛ hurry the fuck up. ❜  

     ❝OF COURSE! I WILL not back down from the likes of you.❞ Besides, if he did, no doubt Jeanne would be quite smug about it. Just the thought of her feeling pleased with how she managed to make a king move around her was enough to make Ozymandias brush aside anything else he wanted to do that day and stay right here simply out of sheer spite. Did he want to waste all his time in the middle of the hallway? No. However, sometimes sacrifices must be made in order to keep one’s reputation. Even now, she had an expression on her face that showed she was quite happy with the way things were going. Tch, this woman… How she had a way of making his blood boil. ❝Talking to me hardly counts as being social. You know exactly what I am talking about.❞

     Besides, a situation like this one did not count in the slightest. She was only talking to him so that she could get under his skin. Nothing more, nothing less. Eyes narrowing, he leaned in closer, purposely invading her space as if that would somehow make Jeanne potentially take a step back or even push at a button. ❝Are you really? Do you truly enjoy your solitude that much? Or are you simply saying that to hide the fact that you wish for the company of another? For one to see you, the woman beneath it all?❞

❛ Same, I’ll never back down for you. ❜  

There’s nothing more amusing then getting under his skin, a small little thing that she couldn’t’ help but find some amusement in. To her it counted at least somewhat seeing as they’re speaking, though maybe that’s a shit grab. However, things don’t always go as planned, and the moment that he’s leaning too close to her, invading that personal space that she’d taken to enjoying the leer that surfaces isn’t hidden. Ah, but she’s not stupid there’s no way he’d do that without a reason right? Hell, if she knew but that doesn’t stop her from standing her ground either. This guy, this damn King had another thing coming if he thought that she’d back down.

Maybe she’s a little too bold with her actions seeing as she leans close enough as well. Those questions do bring a frown onto her features but it’s not enough to stop her. Was she really enjoying her solitude though?  No probably not but to admit that so openly would only make her seem weaker than one would like. A grin is all she offers now as words leave her just like that, an attempt to hide the truth that she doesn’t need anyone to know.

     A GOOD RESPONSE AND one that he liked to hear. Her little ‘hushing’ had not bothered him in the slightest, for he had truly forgotten just how loud he could get whenever his amusement reached its peak. Many were sleeping or at least preparing for it, so he should at least mind his manners in that regard. Honestly, if his own children were here, no doubt they would have done the same. The very thought was enough to make him nearly laugh once more, albeit QUIETER than before in respect for this tiny Alter. ❝My thoughts exactly. I am always much more fond of receiving something that was made with effort, than manufactured. The difference between homemade hot chocolate and the powered kind that one sprinkles into a cup with hot milk or water is rather vast.❞ At least in his opinion it was. As one with high tastes, he could certainly taste that difference when he took a sip.

     ❝Very well then. Homemade it is.❞ He trusted her to make something that he would deem enjoyable, and thus, he would give her free reign to do as she wished with him serving as support. While she went to get ingredients she planned on using, he made sure to bring out a pan and place it upon the stove. This was not the first time he had done something like this, although it had certainly been a while. Normally he had someone else make this for him rather than him doing it himself. ❝Tell me, Little Star, from where did you learn this? On your own?❞ She seemed determined to do many things on her own, which in itself, was inspiring to see, although at least her time with the Master had reminded the small Santa that it was okay to rely on another when necessary.

❛ It makes it more special somehow when you know someone put their all into making something over a packaged version. Water makes it taste too weird, it’s not hot chocolate without the milk and chocolate. ❜

At least that was her personal thoughts about the little pre-packaged hot chocolate that was around here. still once she’s got everything gathered that’s not her main issue. She’s tall, but she’s not tall, tall like the King. Carefully, ever so slightly does she place each item down and once her arms aren’t full, she runs off to the far corner of the kitchen itself. Of course, she does stop mid-way when Ozymandias’s voice cuts in that she only lets out a small nervous laugh. On her own for sure, though the thought of it coming with the whole Santa thing would have been pretty cool to her as well.

❛ On my own, but it didn’t go as planned the first time, so Master ended up helping me. ❜

There’s no shame in admitting it now, not after the whole thing that happened ages ago when she was on the verge of fading because of her stubbornness. Going back to what she was going after there’s little time wasted, and by then she’s gotten the stool that had been placed there for the less tall of servants, mostly the child like ones. Once she’s taken to running back, she’s placing it where need be, and stepping atop it and grinning like she just won the lottery.

Of course, she’s not too tall, but at least she can watch from a bird’s eye view what happens in the pot a bit better. All the while she gets things set up though she stops before it all dawns on her that he’d called her not by her name, but a small little nickname of sorts. It’s purely out of curiosity that she’s asking while making sure to measure things out before getting started fully.

❛ Is that small praise coming from you? Shocking. ❜

Even if that’s small bits of sarcasm it’s enough to get her to be more mindful of just WHO she was fucking with. While she’s got three katanas, he’s only got one so she’ll play fair, banish the other two and keep to the one that she’s been gripping so damn tightly. Another reason her hands are numb enough she’s sure, but still it’s whatever at this point. Shifting of feet, and all consequences tossed from her mind she. Taking this well though? That’s a hard one to judge but it’s not like he says shit without reason either. No matter though it is what it is, and she’s using her back foot to kick herself forward.

To think she was about yell at him to not move, and then she out right hears that. Right now, she didn’t know if she wanted to kill him or let him rot where he was. Bitchin’ the hell even anymore but still to see that he’s got his usual humor about him does put some worry at ease, though for now she almost fumbles when he finally passes out. 

Shifting him just enough she doesn’t know what to say, how to even react to seeing the command seals mimicking a discount light show, but still there’s this feeling in the pit of her stomach that settles almost immediately. She knows that it takes time to recover the seals, but to be outside of Chaldea and seeing it happening is just weird, out right fucked up that she only grits her teeth.

Golden eyes shut slightly when that sounds back with a vengeance, and by now she’s already taken note of the rising numbers that aren’t in her favor. If she had to then she’d fight to the bitter end so as long as Ritsuka was safe. It’s just them here though isn’t it? It’s terrifying to her that if she dies then his last line of defense while in that state is gone. There’s no way that he’d be able to do anything. Ah, but that doesn’t stop her from holding onto the hilt of her weapon, doesn’t stop her from moving to stand up once more.

Just as she’s about to even get into a stance to fight it’s stopped short when a voice cuts through that fucking howl called noise. It’s with pure instinct that she moves to grab Ritsuka, even as a hiss leaves her as her skin feels like it’s being set on fire. Eyes narrow the second she hears that guy speaking that it takes all that she’s got to not outright drop the other, and sock the fucker in the face. She doesn’t know him, but that nickname was reason enough in her eyes to lace him out.

❛ The fuck did you just call me shithead!? There’s nothing legit at all, your happy toned ass he’s-. ❜

Going to die, isn’t he? It’s silent but it’s hanging on her conscious the whole time. The more she looks at Ritsuka the more she feels that sinking feeling settling in more, and more. The tone that the other used doesn’t really bother her, nor the fact that he’d offered to rub sun tan lotion on her out of the blue. None of that matters, what matters to her, even with the madness enchantment creeping in here, and there is the other’s well-being. It’s out of pure instinct to hold onto the magus’s body, even if the heat was painful the whole time to her.

This-this is mild shit compared to being burnt at the stake. Perhaps in some sick fashion it’s penance for what she’d done in Orleans as the Dragon Witch. Who gives a shit at this point? Not her, even with the steam that surrounded the other’s body. If she could drag him somewhere cooler, at least find a way to cool him down so that nothing was roasted in the inside. Medical things may not be her expertise but that doesn’t mean she hadn’t listened to Nightingale at one point out of curiosity. Perks she supposes when it comes to being a lot more willing to do things without her usual avenger instincts reasoning stopping her.

Right, right she could see him now though seeing as all that rain of fire, and all that shit had ceased coming down. He stole her kills sure, it’s annoying but at this point it was something she could overlook without much care. The tone of his while it grates her, is somewhat familiar to her, but worry does a lot and can cloud one’s mind.

❛ You’re so fucking gross I could puke. ❜

Says the one that states a moment like that said something like that so casually herself. Had she focused on him more then maybe she’d take into account his appearance. For now, she knows that she doesn’t know him, and if he can do something like that then he’s dangerous. Hand gripping the hilt of her weapon still she’s placed the other down, though that doesn’t stop the gritting of teeth once more to hide any possible pain that she’s in after holding the magus close while he’s burning up. If she needs to fight the new comer then so be she’ll do it even if it would be her end as the aftermath. What a pain in her ass, a big one more at last by now she’s standing up even while being on high alert.

Maybe her mind is still clouded, who the hell knows but considering that she’s been around servants that have a playful-tone she isn’t going to drop her guard. If only those ones were always the more dangerous ones in her eyes, playful but they’re crafty little shits none the less. Had it been one of those times she’s still that maybe she would have taken some comfort in what he said and all that but she can’t. So, many questions surfaced but she had nothing coming to mind really. Was this a new servant, an ally or an enemy? How she’s got nothing, there’s nothing coming to mind she can’t even think of an answer and that alone is frustrating enough.

How in the hell was she supposed to even respond to that? Just as she was about to even say something, comment on that larger than life bouquet of roses it’s taken from her. The need to say something sarcastic when she feels his hand under her chin rises, but that’s when all thoughts pause, crash, and leave her looking stunned. Did he? Did he just fucking do what she thought he did? He did, didn’t he? It’s all at once that she doesn’t even pull away, doesn’t say anything outside that weak declaration.

❛ T-That’s not fucking fair?! ❜

She should be used to this, used to his out of the blue gestures, the nickname and all that yet she can’t even fight back the color that’s risen on pale features. He’s not fair, that wasn’t fair at all she wasn’t expecting that so suddenly. Ah, but it’s just excuses a small way of trying to come to terms at what he’d just done. Of all the days, he does that and she can’t help but sputter on her words.

Alright, roll back time to take a moment and rethink if that’s possible. The kiss is one thing, something she could handle even if her automatic reaction was to shout at him. Of course, she’s not innocent either if she were as brazen as him then there’s a small chance that she would have done the same, but that’s not the case right not. She remembers that he’d peeked over her shoulder once, and surprisingly enough is that she was going to look for him. Carefully, overly mindful that it was in her hands she uses her free hand to grip the underside of his jaw to pull him forward. There’s not way in hell she’d back down, not after his ballsy fucking move, and she’s feeling brave enough to do this to someone that’s out of her league in her eyes. Stop, she’ll stop those thoughts right there because she’s already placed a shy kiss to his lips after moving the flowers off to the side. 

What’s more is that once she’s pulled back from that she can’t keep that brave face on any longer, so she does push the now finished drawing of him into his arms. It’s at least framed, seeing as she knows him more then enough that it’s something he’d probably do. Once more she can feel that heat on her cheeks so she hides her face in the flowers, and could only hope that her voice was muffled.

Plot twist, it wasn’t she could be heard clear as day.

❛ Wait, wait! ❜

It’s times like this that she didn’t think she’d be caught with her mini-brat version, let alone cookies being offered as well. While it takes her some time to wrap her mind around it, let alone act at all, Lily’s already taken to offering up her own little gift to Sophia as thanks too. Herself on the other hand? She’s for lack of better words confused but she does remember making some chocolate earlier too. IT WAS FOR FUN SHUT UP! No matter though it seems that Lily’s got everything covered today the damned little gremlin.

While the younger, and the older version had gone about making it together earlier she almost stops the other, but that fails completely. Alright, fine have it your fucking way little brat. Of course, there is a large difference between the two. While Lily had taken to molding her chocolates after mini flowers, Jeanne Alter had taken to little fires even if it had taken sometime.

❛ The hell even? ❜

While her words are crude that doesn’t hide the surprise laced within them at the sight of the small box of chocolates. Now there’s a lot of things in life that she can handle, and while she’d planned to not do anything for today that doesn’t mean she’ll tell the other to turn around. No matter how much she wanted to say something it didn’t work out too well this time around. Mouth opening, and slightly closing as if she was a fish there’s nothing but a small noise leaving her.

Shit, shit, come on brain work right now! Nothing though at least for another minute or so, but soon she’s back up and running as she reaches forward. Grabbing the box there’s a small word of thanks leaving her as a small smile tugs at the edges of her mouth. Right but she wanted to give something back in return, and while it’s not something like chocolates that doesn’t mean that it was meaningless.