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I appreciate new followers even after my blog being dead as hell. But apparently, I’ve moved on as Vanille. 

I’ve moved onto these muses: Madoka Kaname & Nozomi Toujou !

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    "But I can't just sit here not knowing you're fine. I want to help you, Lightning. You can listen to me."

♆ - “I’m fine. You don’t have to waste your time with me anyway.” 

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I just came back for a while to check how FF RP fandom has been doing and I see a fight. It's stupid because this grudge has been going on for THREE YEARS. Can we all just move along wtf. Anyways. Back to my Madoka blog.

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"Anything I can do to cheer ya up?"

♆ - ”Ah. it’s nothing, Vanille. Just thinking aloud.”

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If you need me (which I doubt) I'm over here!

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"Something wrong, Lightning?"

♆ - "I cannot believe this."

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"Something on your mind?"

"—…"

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"Yeah, but do you think we'll have enough fish for the villagers?"

"I see. I think we will,"

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[ I actually thought I’d publish this with my lovely-vanille blog, but I just realized I’d rather write it here because I don’t even RP that much anymore. Was really inspired by all the VaniHopu prompts, so I figured I’d make mine’s as well! This is based off our collab art with heartlesskairi. I wanted to make them sound more authentic so there’s a bit of French in it. ]

      It was a day like any other. The blue coat of the sky radiated alongside the presence of cotton-shaped clouds and morning light. Under its display, towering, traditional-like houses and stores extended together across the countryside of Alsace, France. From a distance, picturesque villages and vineyards stretched endlessly. Citizens opened windows from their houses to let the cool breeze tickle their skin. Innumerable cliques of people traveled along the sidewalk, some came in pairs, and some attended alone to their business for another typical morning. From there, transportation also occupied every intersection.

      It was the perfect time to return home after a purchase of fresh, steamy baguette from a young woman’s favorite bakery. Despite the brown bag supported the covering of the bread, the warmth still affected one palm. Much to the redhead’s curiosity, green gems constantly stared over her wrist watch from her free hand. The female, Vanille shortly withdrew her gaze and lifted her chin to refocus her attention to the busy sidewalks. Despite she was only one of these hordes of people, she could careless about it. She just couldn’t wait to see her raven-haired friend’s face if she was greeted by newly cooked bread. A dreamy sigh escaped from her lips, flashing a soft smile to herself from her eagerness to eat it for breakfast. She instantly found herself running across the sidewalk freely, her excitement being carried to consume the substance alongside her best friend by the dinner table.

      Her contemplation was soon interrupted by a rather harsh bump against the solid texture that blocked her way. It wasn’t until she realized an unfamiliar figure crashed against her whole front, her entire body unable to resist the force to the extent the item on her hand was thrown midway into the air, the pastry landing squished and tainted against the ground which was only a few feet away. Even her vision was left shut due to the thump of the impact as her entire being landed accidentally on her bottom, her skirt stained by the dirt. With the people who passed by, some threw short glances without stopping their own pace, or some didn’t even bother to take a second look at the small incident in that certain spot. The only thing that shocked, emerald optics reflected was a silver-haired male with the most concerned expression; his broad shoulders were calmly taken aback at her petite figure. His overalls consisted of a dark green vest, a white collar, black jacket, and a pair of dark grey pants. The man was quite slender, but it was true he was enough to be considered rather masculine from people’s eyes, including Vanille’s.

      I’m sorry. “Je suis désolé—I didn’t know where I was looking,” the tone of the stranger held the softest and the most sorrowful voice as he held out his palm to offer assistance, “I assure that I’ll purchase another bread for you.”

      “No, no! It’s okay, I was the one who ran into you. Really, I should have been more careful.” The redhead rubbed the side of her hip lightly before she clasped the warm hand of another. “Although I’m running late now since my food’s all dirtied—parce que mon amie a faim.” Because my friend’s hungry.

      Releasing a long sigh, her hand let go of his instantly. Instead, she took the abandoned pastry on the ground and approached a nearby trash to dispose of it. Of course she and her friend, Fang weren’t going to devour a contaminated substance. Her lips curved upwards at the random thought, but it was soon obvious that Vanille left her arms intertwined behind her back, staring at her own feet from disappointment.

      The male frowned, “If I give you my money and walk away without any concern, it’s no different from being rude. So this is the least I can do.”

      She threw an abrupt glimpse with hurried assurance, “That’s okay, I can go buy it myself!”

      “I insist. Please tell me where the bakery is at.”

      She held her breath for a moment then eventually did she have to state her response, “Um, d’accord. It’s only a few blocks away.” Okay.

       "Can I ask for your name?" The latter questioned, brows lifting upwards in curiosity.

      "Vanille. That's my name. And yours?"

      "Hope," the man announced doubtlessly with a pleasant smile forming upon his lips, "It seems like we've met before—almost as if it was from another lifetime."

     The two later walked into the crowd, eventually heading to a place where smiles and whispered words would enlighten their day. Whatever the silver-head's intuition was, the unexpected meeting yet blossoming bond between them felt like it was meant to be. 

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ぬうう

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"What's an album? Can I take a look at it?"

"Browsing through an old photo album."

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"Look! It's one of those creatures from the river. Do you think we'll have some amazing meal tonight?"

"Hm? What is it, ‘Nille?"

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"Fang! Over here!"

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"Right! But I know what's dangerous and what's not because I know some creatures around Gran Pulse are aggressive. Even Fang told me not to touch any sheep's fur."

She heaved with a relieved sigh, shutting her eyes for a moment to feel the nature of her surroundings. Within those few seconds, green gems opened before her entire body walked in circles from deep contemplation. Regardless, she ceased her pace and grinned back at her companion.

"You come off as the type to find any animal cute, no matter how dangerous they might be," Lightning’s tone was light as she imagined Vanille wanting to pet a Caith Sith. "Serah, maybe, but not me."