天司長

Dismissal of fear against violent townspeople aside, Alex sought entertainment.  Where the possibility of chaos may arise — the costs differ from mild agitation to physical altercations.  But it matters little.

What does carry weight is the ninth iteration of questioning (keeping count for this crew in particular).  Not a Primal, nor human;  man nor beast.  Alex reclines against the wall.  Not to avoid, but create a metaphorical barrier.  Arms crossed, a tiny smirk and relaxed disposition took over.  Inventing a ludicrous form of deflection by making a dubious claim.

“ Correct.  I’m a 32 year old Bonito in disguise, and you’re currently dreaming.  Wakey, wakey, Grandpa ~ ”

〖天司〗 Hiding disgust is no easy feat.  Emotional, despite what’s said about primals, and this protective angel is much more than any other.  Inner fragility is something to work with, but now is the time for doubt.  Be brave and follow mistrust.

Sandalphon fixes his eyes upon the suspicious man with a sharp gaze — a look of warning.  Clearly irritated, further apparent by the way he crosses his arms and standing upright.  A sign of authority, in case Alex is unaware.

「  a new sandalphon has been revealed...  it’s saiyaku-chan.

meaning, i might make some changes to my saiyaku sandalphon’s verse & timeline since i’ve read the official tweet that he is a parallel version.  “another sandalphon” which leads me to believe parallel.

what i read is that this suggests that we'll experience the sky blue 1 event through his perspective.  it'll be another "trial" run of saiyakuphon.  a bit vague but we'll see what's in store for us.

His sigh had her throat tightening, cutting off all words from her and any air coming in. Though the latter was a slight exaggeration, just a simple annoyed action made her go at a stand still and feel like she couldn’t breathe. Now she wasn’t only a bother to herself, but a bother to him, and just feeling like she was bothering anyone with anything was…She took a deep breath, trying not to think too hard on it. The whole reason for all this bothering was because of her own internal panic in the first place. She somehow had to calm herself down to properly apologize, and then she had to put herself into gear to face her anxieties head on, or at least to hide them better than right now — 

Her dishes being taken from her threw all those thoughts out of the window. “Wha — ?” At first she thought she had dropped everything again, a surprised gasp leaving her as she looked towards the ground, and then a confused noise at Sandalphon when nothing was broken, and then another gasp as the dinnerware was brought into the kitchen by his hands. “I…I could’ve just…” There’s her nervous tremor again, watching him glide away as she merely took a single step into the room. But there is a slight ease to his calm tone, as well as —

“You are?!” Maybe she sounded too enthusiastic in her surprise there, hands now free going to grip where her shawl connected at her front, and looking a bit ashamed of her sudden turn around. This certainly was an opportunity, though. Put in a pretty convenient package, and there were thoughts of how to ask in an equally convenient way. But then Sandalphon just…simple asked. “Oh! Well…” Her eyes were sparkling a little in excitement, though there was still the hanging fears of bothering him more and annoying him profusely. But a deep breath in, and then a deep breath out…

“If you don’t mind? I needed to visit a couple of places myself, so I wouldn’t want to hinder your own shopping…”

〖天司〗 『  Nonsense.  』  Clear as he can be, no hints of annoyance.  Eye contact, almost steel-like, yet gentle.  『  Nothing you'll do or say will hinder anything.  』

He’s certain of his words, considering the girl to be harmless to her comrades.  After all, he recognises the anxiety in her body language.  A way to help is to express his own with a more relaxed posture.  No arms crossing, that would be too intimidating — having been a witness to unpleasant reactions in the past.  He can’t help his unbowed standing, seemingly prideful at times, looking down on others, although not intentionally.  He has no mind to treat others lesser if they don’t bother him.  After having been more involved with the crew, his calm, practically tamed demeanour is more quiet rather than brooding.

Sharp gaze softens only a little — his more sweet-tempered side is reserved only for one after all.  Still standing proud, he presses a hand on the door frame, avoiding his old habit, eyeing the girl with consideration.  Not quite a smile presenting on his face, something closer to a smirk.  This will do, or so he hopes.

What possessed his fellow crewmate to reconsider absconding ?  Vital information, despite rejecting his offer ?  Alex’s arms folded, situating on his chest.  Right; garments weaved by… whatever substance necessitates carefulness.  No point in escalation of conflict.

“ So its properties are mysterious to mortals — ”

Mortality.  To call oneself, hundreds of years in existence, a mortal is folly.  In Alex’s case, at least.

“… consider yourself fortunate; it’s inarguable.  No thanks.  I prefer accidentally enraging Draphs prone to retaliation. ”

〖天司〗 A chuckle to the last comment — what a surprise, Sandalphon finds amusement after the sour encounter.

『  ... I'm sure you can handle them and much more.  』  His tone lingers with a small bit of warning, one side of his lips lift slightly for a smirk.  Suspension apparent, arising in the way his brows furrow, gaze knowing what’s past the human façade.  He gets to the point, resting his hands on a wooden crate half his body and conveniently in front of him, leaning forward to express his assumption.

xchuuten sent: 📓 ( object being coffee ) // nonverbal rp starters

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        “Is this… for me, San-chan?” The sound of porcelain sliding against the surface of grooved wood is what catches his attention, ears perking up as if he were a dog that had just been offered a treat. There is no mistaking the edges of his lips turning upwards when he looks from the steaming hot cup of coffee to the supreme primarch’s face, extremely pleased with this sudden turns of events.

        “You are offering this to me?” As much as Lucio wanted to sample a taste of the delectable beverage, he does not want to mistake the other’s intentions, lest Sandalphon proceed to berate him for some reason or another.

〖天司〗 One action leads to another, irritation settles in on Sandalphon’s face when he notices the disbelief in Lucio’s voice.  Of course this look-alike makes this moment harder than it’s supposed to be — overcomplicating things.  Fingers tappping on the wooden table impatiently, a distance away from the cup he offered, reconsideration starting to weigh in.

「  hey hey.  this is a queued post for dec 2nd, letting everyone know that i’ll be doing replies later that day or the next day.

「  i don’t normally pass on stuff like this, but i really appreciate it !!

「  well, aren’t you an angel...

honestly, the appreciation i feel is hard to put completely into words.  a lil’ sheepish but also very grateful to have witnessed this.  your kind words definitely put a smile on my face.

Dandelion

You grew up too fast and all you know is the calluses on your fists and the thousand invisible scars that you pretend don't ache.  Your anger burns so bright, so hot or maybe not at all — so deep you could never tell it was there.  You are yours and you will defend that to the death after so many years of being ripped apart and denied your own agency.  And maybe you are still facing the bastards who stole your innocence but you will survive because that's the only thing you know how to do without breaking.  The only thing you know besides protect, protect, protect yourself or sometimes those few others you claim as yours.

You are a thousand sharp edges but impenetrable, a traumatized child so covered by thorny armor that you promised yourself you're grown now — you're stronger than anyone who has ever hurt you.  You're safe.  Nothing will ever hurt you again.  You're so alone though sometimes, in a world that sees you as too much or too broken or too angry or too hurt, and you want to scream with the too-much of it — prove that you're okay, that you're self-reliant, that you are strong enough to stake your claim on your body, on your mind, on your heart, on your people, and protect it from any who dare take it away from you.

You are the sea in tempest, a howling sky, a tsunami in motion, a force of nature — no matter how much you sometimes yearn to be still, to be safe, to be small.  You are a dandelion — stubborn and determined to grow in the rockiest of soil, and bloom again in spring.

“I know I joke around a lot, but I mean what I said, San-chan. I should stop because I can see that it’s getting too much. Well, we can just be friends, you shouldn’t be alone all the time but I’m here if you need me.”

“You know I’m only teasing, San-chan. If we did have a love story, I’ll be your knight in shining armor that rescues you, the beautiful prince.”

@xchuuten​

“It’s a strange tragic love story, San-chan. I hope ours will be just as romantic.”