moved to wiitchtime!

“ H-hey! Don’t wave them around like that! ” stammering verbiage crumbing his impassive veneer, hurriedly pacing forward to his mother, pitifully reaching up to snatch one of the photos. alas, she towered over the youth and will be victorious in this battle of further embarrassing ren with her coddling.

          A THIN BROW RAISES AT THE EX-SOLDIER, as did the corner of her mouth at such a... wide-eyed, curiosity sort of question that sounded as if it should of came from barret’s little girl rather than cloud strife.   how cute, he hears witch and he associates it with a nursary rhyme of all things, and that by far had to be the most darling response she’s recieved, it certainly beats the nervous laughter or disbelief.   she honestly didn’t care how people took it, they can believe what they wanted for all she cared.   cloud, a simple ‘huh.’ and that was that, not that he needed convincing of the sort; he’s already seen a ‘demonstration’ of her power her newly awakened form would allow, so starved of moonlight.

         and now it would seem he’s pondered on it.   enough so to ask such a question.

         her hand cups her elbow for it to rest as her other gently presses a finger to the side of her chin, looking in thought before the finger curls back and she takes to a walk, a rhythmic click of her heels as she takes one precise circle to gander at him up, down and all around before she spins once and back to the spot she started at.

       SHE’S BEEN WATCHING HOW HE MOVES, her eyes almost cat-like with how fixed they were on him with the rouse of hearing him out, which she indeed was, multitasking an essential skill in her lineage, but he’s fidgeting; unsure where to place his hands, the constant shift in weight and eyes trying to focus on anything else but her as he makes his request; it reminded her of a child requesting to go play when they know their room isn’t fully clean. THE WHITE POP STICK ROLLS BETWEEN HER LIPS, the candy top fills her mouth with a strawberry glaze, if there was one thing that was garuanteed it was that she wouldn’t turn cloud down.   not when she owed him so much, which made him so meek to ask for her help rather ironic, and she wasn’t fond of debt but for him?   he was proving to be more than just entertaining, and fun to be around; although he may not see it the same way, or maybe he does?            steel hues stare at him for a few beats, just to watch him fidget in the suspense a little longer, what was missing from this image? oh yes, a little bit of pink on his cheeks always made her day.   BAYONETTA takes the little stick between her fingers, eyes shutting momentary to savour its sweetness before pulling it out of her mouth.

     ❝We’re serious like a heart-attack,❞ he laminates, sipping from the strong drink set before him. The Gate’s of Hell’s menu doesn’t burn like the moonshine served at 7th Heaven. The concoction stays on his tongue, the aftertaste making the drinker consider to ask for another round. ❝And I like coming here.❞