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➳  LITTLE MOUSE .

⟨ ✡ ﴿➳ SHUFFLED FOOTSTEPS trail beneath her long cloak, dragging along dirt floors. She hadn’t celebrated such occasions in quite some time ( not knowing when the last time she had done so ). She hadn’t had much reason to do so, let alone remote attachments to FEEL it was ever necessary. Yet, the petite outlaw had known this day was coming, perusing markets and consulting traveling merchants for just the right gift. Anya’s tastes were so… expensive. She wasn’t sure that she could afford anything the other would like, even with her current pay. 

          ❝ … Anya. ❞ Calling to the other in a hushed tone, hands hidden beneath a lavender cloak. It was STRANGE, if anything. She felt—— nervous. The fear of the other turning her away over a poorly chosen gift lingered in the back of her mind. Yet she would continue to wonder: WHY SHOULD SHE CARE?

In spite of all shaken nerves, Eira holds an… odd bundle of paper towards the woman. It was a silver circlet, centered by a moonstone. Granted it was wrapped rather hastily ( or perhaps she just hadn’t a clue on how to keep it a surprise ).

          ❝ I’m… happy you’re alive, sister. Happy birthday. ❞

@sanguinequiver​ ✧ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANYA!

      AS ONE OF  the few that knew when exactly her birthday was, she had expected to see her fellow thief more over the past weeks as the day grew  CLOSER AND CLOSER  ---  yet alas, such was not the case. Aggravation was the first emotion to cloud her mind, though it quickly ebbed to give way to  DISAPPOINTMENT, even a slight twinge of pain. Perhaps it was her unbearable personality that deterred the other from even giving her good wishes  ?  Or perhaps it was that dreadful lord of hers  ---  could he be keeping her Little Mouse  TOO BUSY  to see her  ?

        ❝  ...Anya.  ❞

      SHE JOLTS  at the sound of her name, vertebrae  FREEZING  in place as her hair stands on end. Honestly, how had she not noticed her coming  ?  Eira was typically silent as a mouse,  (  hence her nickname  )  though perhaps she herself was a little guilty of being too caught up in her own worries to  PAY ATTENTION  to her surroundings.

        ❝  Little Mouse, you’re here  !  ❞  Gods, she hopes the  EXCITEMENT  in her voice isn’t too obvious. Her arms are quick to reach out and envelop the smaller woman, cheek pressing flush against platinum locks as a  BRIGHT SMILE  lights up her features. Oh, what a relief it was to see her at long last  ---  and with something that clearly looked like a  GIFT  as well  !  There was a minuscule part of her that was rather shocked to see that Eira had gone out of her way for her sake. For as long as they’d known each other, she certainly hadn’t  ANTICIPATED  such treatment from her.

                   ❝  You didn’t have to get me anything you know, your presence                              is more than enough for me, sister dearest.  ❞

      SISTERS, THAT’S  right. While not by blood, they were sisters in arms  ---  something that given her own personal experiences, was much more  RELIABLE  than any bond that blood had predetermined for her. Carefully, she takes the wrapped item from the other outlaw’s hands,  HASTILY MOVING  to remove the wrapping confining her secret treasure. Carmine hues widen upon settling on the circlet, a single digit reaching out to  GENTLY TRACE  along the band that held the center moonstone in place. It was beautiful. She could only imagine what it cost the other woman  ---  less than something of her usual tastes, but certainly more than what the other could  TYPICALLY AFFORD. Carefully, the circlet is set aside as lithe arms reach outwards to once again ensnare her sister. While she’s certain she’s possibly  SUFFOCATING  the other, she wants to be sure that she knows how loved she is, and how grateful she is to her.

                        ❝  Thank you, Eira  ---  I love you soooooooo much  !!  ❞

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➳  LITTLE SUNSPOT .

『  ♡⌑゜ 』THERE’S A spring in her step, as she saunters over to the woman. Not a celebration can pass by without her knowing! She wouldn’t have ONE SOLDIER looking gloomy on their special day. So, of course, once it happened upon rounded little ears that it was a certain outlaw’s birthday, she couldn’t withhold her excitement! 

          ❝ Anya! Hey, Miss Anya! ❞ She chirps, quickly tucking herself beneath the taller’s cape. TWIRLING around her, Elise presents her with a little box. It was last minute, and perhaps even a hand-me-down, but she felt like the other would find more use for it than she ever would. Inside she’ll find a bangle, embellished with the prettiest, deepest rubies the princess had ever seen.

❝ Happy birthday! I wanted to give you this. It doesn’t really fit me… but I bet it’d look super pretty on you instead! ❞

@sanguinequiver ✿ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANYA!

      WHILE IT  irritated her to know that she’d been  NEGLECTED  for most of the course of the day that her existence was supposed to be celebrated, it was something that she had long grown  MOSTLY NUMB  to by this point. It was difficult to keep in mind, but remember she must that she’s nothing more than a lowly street rat now  ---  no one wants to celebrate the birth of some  COMMON VERMIN, after all. Of course, she couldn’t help that her own  PRIDE  kept trying to convince her otherwise due to the blue blood that ran through her veins.

        ❝  Hmm  ?  ❞

      IT IS  the all too familiar chime of a certain little princess’s voice that draws her out of ocean of self pity and  SPITE  that she had lost herself in,  (  yet again  )  carmine hues fluttering rapidly as she’s nearly knocked to the ground by the younger woman’s  EXCITABLE ANTICS. It was unusual for the princess to seek her out, much less so in such an over the top manner  ---  though admittedly, her  BUBBLY DISPOSITION  itself wasn’t anything out of the norm. What surprises her the most, however, is the simple wish of happy birthday that escapes those plush little rosette lips of hers. Even more shocking is the box held within her tiny hands. A GIFT  ?  For her  ?  Truly Elise was much too kind to a  FALLEN ANGEL  such as herself.

       ❝  My oh my, I don’t remember giving you such sensitive information, Lady Elise.              How ever do you manage to find out every soldiers day of birth, hm  ?  ❞

      IT WAS  a miracle that her own information was still kept on any sort of record after having been exiled from her own home and hearth. Taking the box from softer,  GENTLER  hands than her own, the outlaw allowed an unusually  TENDER SMILE  to touch her features. Calloused digits work with care  (  she didn’t want to potentially break anything  !  )  to pull away ribbon and lid alike, eyes catching sight of the  TREASURE  inside and widening a fraction. Whether it was brand new from the finest jeweler or a mere hand-me-down, she was unsure of. However, such a fact didn’t matter for once in her life. It was something that the princess had clearly put a lot of thought into, and in a way was a  GREATER GIFT  than the bangle itself.

           ❝  Thank you kindly, Milady. It’s truly beautiful  ---  though not as much as the                 smile ‘pon your face. You look quite pleased with yourself for spoiling                              a wretch like me. It’s rather endearing, in a way.  ❞

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       SOMEHOW, SHE’S  not surprised that she was  FORGOTTEN  on her birthday.

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nilmen0s replied to your post:        ❝  Well, if it isn’t the best day of the...

ur present is in my pocket

      OH COME ON,  that’s the most obvious trick in the book and I’m not falling for it.

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       ❝  Well, if it isn’t the best day of the year  !  ❞

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Yes and if you drink the latte

      GUESS I’LL  die then, but at least it will be within the comfort of a warm palace.

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royal-botanist replied to your post:       GUESS IT’S  back to the streets for her.

You live and breath tomatoes here. It was in the harem clause

      IF I  agree to live and breathe tomatoes can I stay  ?

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      GUESS IT’S  back to the streets for her.

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With little to no warning the Taguel's arms came to rest around her waist, nuzzling into her neck with a small yawn. "Mm... You're pretty nice to cuddle~" Gael murmured, smiling to himself. "I could happily hold onto you like this for ages...~"

      A JOLT  of surprise was the outlaw’s initial reaction, though upon hearing the other’s voice, a sense of relief immediately washed over her. Turning in the taguel’s arms, her own found their way around his waste, SQUEEZING TIGHTLY  as a content hum rumbled in the back of her throat.

      ❝  Well then you can do exactly that  !  I sure won’t complain  !  ❞

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bae they called a tomato a vegetable. I'm upset. Kill Prince Takumi 4 me

      GET READY TO DIE, PRINCE TAKUMI.

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royal-botanist replied to your post:        ❝  Poor Lord Kamui…  ❞

I welcomed her to my red head harem. You are apart of this. I gave you the newsletter

       LORD LEO, PLEASE  ---

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       ❝  Poor Lord Kamui...  ❞

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( ✧ ) one muse adjusts the other’s necktie or jewelry.

➳  PLATONIC AFFECTION .

      ❝  I suppose you wouldn’t have a clue as to how to do this, would you  ?  ❞

      THE MORE  she thought about it, the less surprised she was. Attire in Hoshido was so different from Nohr, it was only natural that the diviner had  NO IDEA  what she was doing. Delicate, calloused hands reached out to adjust the bejeweled mask that covered the other woman’s face, carmines  ROLLING  at how silly all of it was. The corsets, the gowns  ---  and especially those frustrating masks.

      ❝  There, that’s as good as it’s going to get  !  ❞

      PULLING BACK  to admire her work, the outlaw beamed in pleasant surprise at how well everything had come together in the end. To think that she’d get the Hoshidan so fit for a masquerade ball after having  NOT ATTENDED  one herself in so long,  (  since she was just a little girl  !  )  well she was impressed, to say the least.

      ❝  You look lovely, Orochi  !  With any luck, you’ll surely                find a nice victim to take home tonight  !  ❞

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➳  PLATONIC AFFECTION .

      IT WASN’T  anything new to her to be caught out in the rain. She’d spent plenty of other countless nights out in the streets with  LITTLE TO NO  shelter before. Oddly enough, she was a bit more immune to the cold because of it, which wasn’t such a bad trade off. What was new to her, however, was the sudden coverage of an  UMBRELLA  above her head. Carmine hues widened slightly, long lashes fluttering in surprise as her head turned to face the owner of the object  ------

      ONLY TO  see the young prince that she had tormented so much as of late looking almost reluctant as he offered to share his  REFUGE  from the downpour with her.

      ❝  Aww, Lord Leo  ---  ❞

      IT WAS  strange, to say the least. That warm feeling of  GRATITUDE  towards another human being for doing something  (  even as small as this  )  unexpectedly kind. Lithe arms found their way around the prince’s waist in spite of his  PROTESTS, a beaming smile lighting up the outlaw’s features as a string of laughter shook her frame.

      ❝  ---  you do care after all, you big grump  !  Thank you so much  !               You’ll keep me warm until the rain stops, won’t you  ?  ❞

      PERHAPS FROM  now on, she could afford to be a little bit nicer to him.

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acts   of   affection   /   platonic   edition.

specify   which   muse   preforms   the   action!

(   ☂   )   one muse gives the other their umbrella.

(   ♬   )   one muse sings or plays a song on an instrument for the other.

(   ✿   )   one muse hands the other a bouquet of flowers.

(   ☼   )   one muse puts sunblock on the other.

(   ✂   )   one muse puts a band-aid on the other’s cut.

(   ❤   )   one muse pulls the other into a tight hug.

(   ❦   )   one muse reads the other a book.

(   ✵   )   one muse brushes the other’s hair.

(   ♨   )   one muse cooks for the other.

(   ✧   )   one muse adjusts the other’s necktie or jewelry.

(   ✎   )   one muse gives the other a picture they drew.

(   ✪   )   one muse puts their head on the other’s shoulder.

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*you'l be alll alone*

      GEE, THANKS  for the reminder, Milord.

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royal-botanist replied to your post:       COUPLES BEING  cute together  ?  Disgusting.

You’re just upset I have a lover. *whispers* No one will ever love you

      LOVE IS  stupid, I don’t need it.