MAKOTO ᵃᵖˑ

And I've deleted Anastasia (csarevna) too as well if you noticed. Thank you for those who I’ve interacted ( ooc and ic ) and written with. Thank you for the kind words about my OC that gave me the confidence to continue building up Souji. Souji is very near and dear to my heart -- he feels like a real person and when I write him, it’s like he takes control and nothing can stop him-- and that’s all thanks to you.

So where am I going ? Hard to say. I might make a follow up post for anyone who wants to know where they can find me, rp-wise or ooc-wise (though I might be selective).

Until then thank you very much for welcoming me and Souji

Leo managed to let out a soft chuckle. Seeing Souji riled up could be very amusing - so long as the other was not overexerting himself in the process. Hands moving to rest on Souji’s arms, though one hand did move upward. The prince lightly pulling at a strand of his own hair. Examining it to see if it truly was starting to turn gray.

Though he may be young - stress could do AWFUL things to the body. And the war combined with the thought of losing someone he cared for, well, it did him little favors.

“And what of you? Perhaps you won’t go gray but BALD instead.” He huffed, his tone borderline teasing.

“Every night I find more and more of your hair sticking to my clothes. Are you part CAT and didn’t tell me? You certainly shed like one.”

THERE  was a biting response that was already hanging off of Souji’s mouth -- a remark ready to play along with the soft banter they created for themselves. He adored this playful and humorous side of Leo, especially since so few got to see it ; it was if every smile was for him. It broke his heart to try and break the atmosphere.

“Did you know in some parts of Hoshdio....” The swordsman said -- half solemn. “Long hair is a symbol of honor and virility -- of strength. If a warrior is able to maintain such a length after numerous encounters, some Hoshidans can look at them and say ,‘ AH -- that one is a survivor ‘ . And I’ve worked too hard to get my hair this length, Leo. Besides!! ”

Souji forces a laughter out of him, trying to conversation around one last time. He presses his forehead to the plain of the Nohrian’s shoulder, practically burying himself in the other. “It’s one of my selling point;; I know I can turn heads left and right with my hair. “

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SETA

“This is why you don’t do it because it always backfires…. always!!”   

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{ is he never not sick ?? || accepting }

“ DID you get the chocolates I asked for ? My tea would be in complete without it . “ Souji humored but was not too far from the truth. He did chocolates – any sweets for that matter – but the doctor had placed him on a diet that involved actually eating rather than skipping a meal or two. He took the tea, sipping it carefully least his tongue be burned. He felt ultimately…refreshed.

{ is he never sick ?? || accepting }

“ VLAD-SAN…You really didn’t have too– ” Though he whines and protests, Souji gingerly takes the cup of tea from the other’s hands. He welcomed the flush of heat that bloomed in him as he had been cold all day, and no amount of blankets he draped on himself could fix that. He could smell the tea – the scent of chamomile strong in the air.

“A prince serving a mere guard tea ? My – What kind of life am I living ? “

{ is he never not sick ?? || accepting }