For my King.

every day is forehead day for me

“No, absolutely not! We’re not going in.”

Aiming a cautious gaze at the haunted mansion set up near Dressed to Kill, a place he was only familiar with through a mutual friend, Waver couldn’t try and walk past it fast enough! Jump scares weren’t really his thing, mainly because he's embarrassingly susceptible to them.

There are many many more birthday asks/drafts/starters owed but this is where my brain ends for today.

@vclours

      “You cannot be serious right now.”            It’s the last thing any sensible person would want to hear in that voice in this situation, but unfortunately poor Waver doesn’t know that. A hand latches onto his upper arm, surprisingly strong for how small its owner is, as someone steps in front of him, throwing an arm out to halt his progress. 

          “Hey! Costumes might not be mandatory, but if you’re gonna wear something at all, at least don’t half-ass it!” The hand on his arm drops, pointing off to one side. “Come with me! We’re getting you into something at least halfway decent!” 

“W-what?!” 

The exclamation startles him, the fingers digging into his arm and shrill woman halting his passage even more so. For a second he stares at her, dumbfounded, hand climbing up to the Wizard hat perched atop his head--An acceptable effort, he thinks, apparently she was not in agreement.

“There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing, I’m not going anywhere with you!”

❝ Quits. ❞ The kami parrots back with slow understanding. ❝ I cannot offer my forgiveness for there is nothing to forgive. Your ire was vindicated by my blunder. We are not uhh.. quits. ❞ Even if the mistake wasn’t his its unlikely Ichimokuren would, or rather, is capable of toning down his humble conduct. 

❝ Pardon my curiosity but I hope you don’t mind me asking.. ❞ There was a reason why he decided to show himself ( and its not because he felt like angering young men! ) ❝ You seemed as if you were troubled. Or did my eye deceive me again? ❞

When was Waver Velvet not troubled by something. His conscious hasn’t felt a second of peace since the Grail War, his sleep was riddled with nightmares, and sometimes he found himself questioning if Rider and the others being here didn’t make him feel worse than it did better. That thought itself wasn’t an easy one to digest, but neither has he mustered the courage to analyse it properly or God forbid, discuss his feelings with someone.

“No they didn’t.” Not wanting impose more guilt on the stranger, Waver tells the truth.

“I thought the game paused when we went away?” Chuck shrugs her shoulders,but shuffles off to make herself comfortable with the computer.

It’s easy enough to load up Moondew Hills, and load up the save file that she and Waver have been sharing for the last couple of days.

“I’m just going to go through the crops, I won’t do anything exciting-!”

“You’d know better than I do.”

          “ Time to assert our dominance…”  by possibly beating up people ? 

She catches the fact that the other finally does pick up on her insistence, and without much hesitation, Chuck breaks into a smile that shows off her far too many teeth and takes up her face. It’s a bit of a ridiculous expression, given that her nose is wrinkled and she ends up with a fang poking over her lower lip like something comical. 

“Really? That was a quick turn around.” She’s satisfied though, and nods her head in confirmation of the plan. 

“I can pick you up if you’d like. Well uh, we’d have to take a cab, because I don’t have a bike or anything- but does that work?” 

Was she expecting him to argue? The only reason he’d even suggested an alternative companion for the evening was because he assumed it didn’t matter who went as long as it was someone. Now he knows Chuck wanted him specifically for whatever unfathomable reason, he’s clued up enough about friendship to know it’d be a dick move on his part to say no.

“Sure, sounds fine.” He utters kind of quietly, dodging eye contact. 

             “ … I am not a child. ”

In honour of him turning 21 in Isola today and Case Files giving us a spicy new medium Waver design I've upgraded his look to be more like the above pic than his F/Z design. Baby icons will still get used because there's not many caps of him in this form but yeah. Not a huge change, just longer hair, slightly taller.

Chuck, briefly disappointed, frowns and rakes a clawed hand through her hair, wincing when she knocks against an antler, making a hollow sound. It’s not uncomfortable, but she forgets they’re there sometimes, even if they’ve been with her for months at a time. It’s something to be thankful for, that she realizes that the other may have missed her point.

“Yeah, I get it. But I don’t really want to go with Badou. Nothing against him, really.” She sighs, giving the other a glance.

“But I asked you, and not him. For a reason, probably.” 

And who can blame her? Badou’s a huge pain in the ass and a notorious plate pillager. With nothing but the rhythmic tapping of keys echoing around the room once Chuck’s done talking, slowly, but surely, her words seem to sink in, typing coming to a gradual halt as he peers away from the screen’s glow to meet her gaze awkwardly.

“Oh.”

His mouth opens, closes and opens again....and then closes. The fish out of water expression is something Waver’s mastered by the time he gets to vocalising an actual, intelligible ( barely ) response to her invitation. 

“So not very at all.” She’s teasing, considering that she laughs into her hand and peeks over at what the other’s working on. Uninterested, Chuck ends up looking away, caught up in her own anxiety about trying to do anything. 

“There’s uh, there’s a party. It’s for Halloween- I know it’s early- but I really want to go. But I, I don’t want to go by myself.” She’d planned to not stumble over herself, but here she is, twiddling her thumbs and staring straight ahead at the wall. “Would you be up for it?” 

“Oh ha, ha.” 

Despite the obvious sarcasm lacing his tone, Waver cracks a smile before promptly returning to the task on his laptop. Far too engrossed in its contents to notice her adorable concealed laughter and the obvious signs of nerves that follow. 

“Hmmm.” He barely takes two seconds to reflect on the answer before flat out turning it down.

“Not really my thing.”