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[unladielike]

Noticing that a small girl in front of him was about to fall onto the ground thanks to tripping over an unexpected crack on the path, Xander instinctively reached his hand out to grab hold of her arm. His fingers gripped her tightly to ensure she didn't hit the ground, and he easily pulled the girl back up onto her feet. Though, he might have put a little too much force into that act as she had nearly fallen back onto him instead, ❝ Sorry, didn't want you to fall, ❞ he apologized as he used his other hand to hold her shoulder to prevent their bodies from colliding as he pulled her back. [@aeviterncl; hope this is alright!]

          UNPROMPTED ASKS. » always accepting!

    Considering she often had her head stuck up in the clouds, Vivian honestly didn't notice there was a crack in the sidewalk until it was too late and she sensed her feet tumbling forward. By that point, a startled gasp would then slip past her throat, but before she could even land face first against the stone cold pavement, a firm hand would yank her back, causing her bespectacled eyes to practically widen... and unconsciously, she shivers as the skin beneath her sleeve tingled from the newfound warmth, because she hadn't been held onto so tightly in what felt like ages, let alone register her head briefly colliding against a non-feminine chest, that it felt strangely alien yet not altogether unpleasant.

    Why, so unaccustomed was she to being manhandled, even if unintentionally, Vivian couldn't quite suppress the blush that plummeted over her cheeks as she risked a quick glance behind her... only to immediately peer straight ahead, for when it came down to it, the unsuspecting stranger proved so ridiculously photogenic, she's quick to suddenly grow self-conscious. Honestly, she was starting to believe all red-heads inherited the good looking gene from their parents or something, because not only was Reanne a pretty girl, whoever this was also seemed to be incredibly attractive.

    "N-No, it's fine!" Vivian finally stammers out while his fingers shifted their grip to her shoulder. "Besides, I'm not the type to fall for every strapping young man I see," she later adds, making it rather apparent she had clearly misunderstood what he said during the heat of the moment. Had he not touched her, however, she would probably have behaved a bit less awkwardly.

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[lured-into-wonderland]

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She could notice that the man was not pleased with her presence. But Nunnally was not sure what to do. Should she simply leave and come back later? But it was raining heavily. What a bad luck! She could not stay here for too long as her absence could be noted. Before Nunnally was able to speak, a towel was thrown to her. But the girl was too much in her thoughts to be able, to notice – yet alone to react – before it was too late and the towel ended up on the floor next to her feet.

“Thank you…” – she said picking up the towel and drying her wet hair; the towel was small and her hair long, but she was in no position to complain. It took her probably too long to finish, but Nunnally was taking her time to consider her options. It would probably have been easier to simply ask when the wizard was to be back, but she was so uncomfortable in that situation that she had issues to speak. The man was giving her odd vibes, she could not quite understand and that – in addition to her little escapade – made her even more nervous.

“Thank you.” – Nunnally repeated when she was done, but she did not pass the towel back squeezing it in her hands instead – “Do you know when the wizard is back? I…I was supposed to meet her today. Would it be a problem if I wait?” 

Nunnally was trying not to appear too curious, but she, indeed, was. It was her first time to be in a place like that, and it seemed new and interesting to her. She took a few steps towards the man and finally remembered to give him the towel back.

“Thank you.” – she said for the third time already – “And who are you? Are you working with the wizard? Will you be able to help me in her place?” – there was a hope in her voice…and then suddenly Nunnally realized she had not introduced herself. Well, she was not going to give the man full details, but the name would do, right?

“My name is Nunnally.” – she said in a voice laced with embarrassment – “And it is nice to meet you, Mr…?”

[eunciia]

'' call me, even if it's the middle of the night. '' [Zerah to Gracie; @aeviterncl]

prompted┊@aeviterncl

Gracie had been really in her head about her past the last few days, having a hard time with not being able to go out during the day without having to sneak around so no one would see her. The stitches throughout her body and flowers growing out of them, albeit not a terrible sight, still wasn't for human eyes as she had been considered a monster from just about every human that had seen her. Well, except for one that kept coming back around. Well, she supposed he wasn't a human either, rather than a witch that lived among the humans.

She couldn't help but be a little bit jealous of him being able to live within them, doing something that Andrew had taken away from her long ago. Actually living her life, now she just came out in the night. Still having to be careful that she didn't accidentally run into someone that would start running for the heavens. On the bright side, Halloween was just around the corner, the one day in the year that she could walk freely without having to worry about scaring anyone.

She had been sitting up on the hill she always did, looking over the city that she wished she could explore more. Zerah had come up next to her as he sometimes did, his company never bothered Gracie. In fact, she came to urn for it on her lonely nights and even more so on her stuffy days when she simply couldn't take being alone anymore. She looked over at him with a small smile, patting the grassy patch next to her for him to take the seat beside her.

❝ I appreciate that, but I would never call you late in the night unless I knew for sure you were awake already.❞ She chuckled once, laying back in the dirt. She wasn't worth interrupting someone else's life, someone else's sleep, just to share her feelings. She was un-dead after all, it wasn't like wouldn't be able to share them whenever she saw Zerah again, she wasn't going anywhere. ❝ If you ever need anything, though, please don't hesitate to reach out. ❞ 

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Poppy didn't often roam off campus, if at all. Andrew, although she knew he couldn't stand her, did a good job of keeping an eye on her and had gotten her out of trouble already on multiple occasions. She'd have to remember to thank him eventually. If he ever allowed her the chance, that was.

The young model had taken it upon herself to walk out of her comfort zone today. She needed something just a little bit different, and honestly she was looking for modeling gigs. She'd never had to find them on her own, not really sure what the protocols were for coming about them. It was something she'd have to ask her parents about the next time they phoned in to get an Andrew update, not that they ever asked about her.

She walked down the street, enjoying the free air, and coming about an unusual shop. Actually, maybe it was just unusual to her. Maybe this was common knowledge to everyone around her and she just wasn't from here, that was probably why the shop looked so odd. Either way, she decided to step inside to see what it was all about. Bottles that looked like potions and other other worldly products lined the store, could the owner be a Magician? In that cause the shop was a cute little knick knack shop for magic. She liked that idea.

"Excuse me, can you explain the store to me?" She asked the first person that walked by her in the mostly empty shop. She figured that he had to be an employee, maybe the owner, or at least hopefully a kind stranger that didn't mind answering a question.

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[unladielike]

Just as he was passing by Vivian on the way back to his dorm room, he noticed her carrying around a bag that clearly said 'Happy Birthday' on it. Well shoot. If he had known this, he would've at least gotten her a card or something! Uh, did he have anything on him right now? Scrambling to locate anything unopened, Xander managed to fish out a still sealed packet of matcha flavored pocky. Uhhhh, this wasn't going to go well was it? Sheepishly tapping Vivian on the shoulder to get her attention, the redhead cleared his throat, ❝ I saw your bag— ❞ He paused to hold out the packet of pocky snack biscuits to her, ❝ —this is all I have to really give at the moment. I'll get you a card when I have time. ❞ [@aeviterncl; excuse my Xander brainrot atm]

  VIVIAN'S BIRTHDAY BASH. always accepting no matter how late!

    "Uwaaah!" Vivian's quick to let out a startled cry upon registering the sensation of someone tapping their fingers against her shoulder. Honestly, with how surprised she was, it's a miracle she didn't manage to drop Reanne's gift. Either way, she'll soon bring herself to warily peer behind her, before issuing out a sigh when discovering the one who tried to capture her attention all along had been Mr. Hottie.

    "Ah... it's only you. Listen, we have got to stop having these random run ins with each other. It's bad for my heart!" Vivian insists, before subsequently proceeding to blink at his next words. Wait, he had noticed her bag? Furthermore, Mr. Hottie also had a gift for her? Sure enough, she'll go on to shake her head while marvelling over the fact he somehow managed to give her a snack that happened to be her favourite flavor.

    "Goodness, you truly shouldn't have... but thanks! If you can believe it, this actually happens to be my favourite," Vivian admits, and within seconds, she'll go on to shoot him a sheepish smile. "Also, I assure you the card isn't necessary; besides, you don't even know my name yet... so wouldn't giving me one be kinda awkward?"

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[unladielike]

❝ I know we're not really friends or anything, but if you don't mind answering, ❞ Xander took a bite of his sandwich as he cuts his words short, not really sure if he should really share this dilemma over with a girl he hardly knew or not. It was only by chance that he had run into here in the cafeteria after all and it would be rude to simply ignore her. Was it really appropriate to ask her randomly about unnatural hair colors and such? Probably not, but it wasn't like he was trying to form a good impression. Might as well ask anyway—especially since he did recall how this girl could barely look him in the eye the other day. Swallowing the bite he had taken, Xander posed the question that had been swirling in his head for the longest time, ❝ does my red hair really bother you that much? ❞ Or was it his eyes that made people shrink away? Or maybe the piercings? [@aeviterncl]

        UNPROMPTED ASKS. » always accepting!

    Honestly, it was a fortunate thing Vivian had set her cup of coffee down beforehand, because if she hadn't, she would have definitely sputtered out hot, amber liquid upon being addressed by 'Mr. Hottie' once more. Instead, however, she somehow manages to only jolt upwards when spoken to, before forcing a somewhat strained smile along her lips. "Y-Yes? How ever may I help you?" came her eventual query.

    Of course, the whole entire time, Vivian would refrain from mentioning how much she envied the sandwich for being able to experience his mouth on it, for the last thing she wanted was Mr. Hottie concluding she was a pervert. Still, seeing him eat was admittedly distracting, to the point where she had to force herself to actually listen to his next words... and when she did, Vivian's quick to blink. "Huh?" she soon murmurs out rather absentmindedly, allowing slight bewilderment to seep it's way through her voice.

Truth be told, Vivian had no idea what he was talking about at first, only to later realize like a light bulb going off in her head that he must be referring to the odd way she had behaved around him, causing her to sheepishly wince. Oh... yeah, considering she had avoided eye contact with Mr. Hottie the same way she would any other person, it would make sense he'd think the reason would be due to his hair.

    "...No, no, you got it all wrong!" Sure enough, Vivian brings herself to hastily shake her head. "I-In fact, red hair suits you quite well! It's just that... uh, every time I have to interact with non-2D... another sentient human being, I find eye contact super duper hard for some reason. So yeah, don't take my weirdness too personally..." Granted, that was only part of the reason she couldn't bring herself to regard him properly, but telling Mr. Hottie she found him attractive would probably make things doubly awkward between them, hence why she decides not to.

    Furthermore, explaining she's autistic would potentially be a hassle, so she simply leaves it at that for the time being... then again, maybe Mr. Hottie did know about autism all along and her not outright saying it would make him even more confused. Either way, Vivian had no way of knowing for sure; therefore, she would distract herself by sipping on her coffee again.

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[unladielike]

❝ So you work at the school library, ❞ Xander found himself commenting aloud as he spotted Vivian just down the aisle of reference books related to anatomical sciences. Upon setting the book he had been sifting through back onto the shelf, he approached her to make a conversation a little more proper (and to keep the quiet rule in mind). Tucking a hand into his sweater pocket, he momentarily glanced at the books in search of a specific textbook his professor was requiring—too bad he couldn't see the edition number he was looking for. He turned his attention back to her and kept his voice low, ❝ are you aware of whether or not required textbooks would be here or if we have to buy them from somewhere else? ❞ He really didn't have the funds to be buying textbooks this term. [@aeviterncl]

          UNPROMPTED ASKS. » always accepting!

    "Ah... yeah, I guess that much is obvious when I'm pushing around an entire cart," came Vivian's absentminded remark as she brings the wheels to halt halfway down the isle before turning to spare a glance behind her. The moment she does, however, her eyes would immediately widen, because the voice who spoke to her seemingly belonged to that same attractive redhead who had broken her fall just a couple weeks ago. Sure, they might have been around the same age, but the fact they attended the same school was truly a plot twist she didn't see coming.

    Still, upon figuring he would look at her strangely if she continued to gawk at him, Vivian goes on to straighten her posture a few inches away from her cart before coughing into a fist. "Welp, if you're talking about textbooks from 1990-1999, we do have them here... but in the event you're seeking ones that were published from 2000 onwards, I'm afraid you would have to defer to our campus bookstore for those," she admits while adopting a more professional sounding tone.

    "It depends on what classes you are taking, though. Still, just to be sure, I could always check the database to see whether or not we have a specific book. Mind telling me what it is so I could potentially help you out?" Honestly, the whole entire time she spoke, Vivian couldn't quite suppress the curiosity that seeped through her tone bit by bit; after all, she could hardly imagine what courses Mr. Hottie was taking, to the point where she could only wonder what his syllabus looked like.

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[eunciia]

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The angel couldn't help but let the smile on his face spread when Shea agreed to carve the pumpkin with him. He wished he'd been able to carry two of them, but either way this would do. He just wanted a fun activity to do with his friend, especially since they didn't run into each other as often as he sometimes hoped they would. The truth was, he would have carved the pumpkin even if he didn't run into the messenger, but he was so thankful tonight of all night was when they did end up finding each other.

At Shea's comment about the size of the pumpkin, Ezra pouted just slightly, not allowing the look to stay on his face or dampen the mood in anyway. As long as Shea thought they could still do something with this one, he'd be perfectly fine. ❝ I'm sorry I couldn't carry a bigger one, and that there's only one. We can share, though, or you can carve and I'll just watch. ❞ As long as Shea was happy, Ezra would be too. He just simply enjoyed his company.

The angel listened as his friend spoken, interested in every word he had to say. He seemed almost troubled, but Ezra wasn't sure if that was the word that he'd use for it. He knew better than to call him out on it if the other other didn't sit on the emotion for too long though, hoping there would be plenty of time in the future to have deep conversations if the lavender haired boy decided to open up about it. Ezra simply wanted to bring Shea as much joy in the short time they had now as he could, and as the other turned his attention back to him and started talking about the pumpkin that's what he planed to throw his all into.

Shea had got him thinking, though, wondering why it was that humans decided to make such a big deal out of Halloween and dressing up in costumes of creatures they assumed weren't really real. Not that it bothered him, but it did seem like a silly thing to do just to simply get some candy when you could simply buy it at the store as he did the pumpkin he was holding. Nonetheless, that could be a thought for a different day, if it decided to cross his mind again. He'd keep an extra eye on his friend, just to make sure that he seemed alright while they were together.

The blond thought about what they should carve into the pumpkin, honestly not even having put the smallest amount of thought into it before this. He didn't think he'd find Shea, much less have him agree to such a trivial thing, but was overjoyed that he had. ❝ I think ghosts would be fun, and they seem simple enough. ❞ Let's just say, Ezra wasn't known for his artist abilities, but he thought that he could maybe make the simple shape of a ghost. ❝ We could each carve one on each side, that way it's special and then you can take it home with you.❞

He was proud of himself for the suggestion, hoping that it would remind his friend that he was always with him even when their paths didn't cross sometimes months at a time. He'd be lucky if he saw Shea again before the holidays were all over, but figured if he kept an extra eye out for him and tried to find him, that maybe it would be worth the effort.

[eunciia]

i stayed. [Marcel/Connor?; @aeviterncl]

prompted┊@aeviterncl { TW: Blood, Suicide }

Every time Connor closed his eyes he was brought back to the day his life changed forever. Kitchen stained with bright red, fresh blood as he desperately tried to wake his parents with no avail. They were gone long before Connor had even walked back into the house, and he would always blame himself for not being home to stop them. At the ripe age of five, his childhood had been ripped from beneath him, along with both of his loving parents. He still wracked his brain daily, trying to figure out just why they had done it.

The raven hadn't slept in days, thoughts rushing through his head. This time of year was always the worse with the holidays coming up, not that there was really an easy time of year. Every once in a while things got really bad like this and he started to spiral, but it wasn't like he slept much in general. Honestly, how could he? He usually buried himself in whatever he could find to distract himself either until morning came or he passed out without realizing it.

He startled himself waking up that morning, actually laying in bed. Surprise was found behind blue eyes as he tried to remember the horrid dream from last night, but came up empty. Had he not had a nightmare? Finally, he looked up into the eyes of Marcel, replaying their conversation from the night before. He'd stayed. The raven looked at him curiously, a thoughtful expression on his face as he considered what to say. It hit him that Marcel must not have slept, sitting in the uncomfortable chair propped next to his bed.

❝ I hope you know you could have at least laid down,❞ Connor cracked off a small smirk, before a more serious expression crossed his face. ❝ But seriously, thank you for staying. It means a lot that you're willing to go to such lengths for me. I'd love a chance to repay the favor someday.❞

[eunciia]

❛  I could’ve protected you if only you’d let me!  ❜ [Shea to Ezra @aeviterncl]

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Ezra was frozen. He didn't know what to say to Shea, even if he could attempt to form words right now. There was nothing there. He thought about just walking away from the other male, but decided that would just upset him farther and Ezra really wasn't about causing others pain. No matter who it was. He blinked, trying to swallow enough courage to speak up, to allow anything honestly to escape his lips. He paid very little attention to his wound, not something he could feel yet. He'd heal faster than the average human anyways and it didn't appear to hit anything vital.

❝ S-Shea. ❞ Ezra breathed out, not looking away from the lavender haired boy. It was hard for Ezra to see Shea upset, especially knowing that he was the reason for the emotion. An act of service, Ezra protecting Shea, something that he figured the other would be grateful for. This seemed off, but Ezra realized his reaction was due to Shea caring about Ezra getting hurt in the crossfire. The angel tried to calculate a way for neither of them to get injured, but couldn't make it happen. Ezra took the hit to both, finish his act of service and to protect someone that he deeply cared about. "❝ I-I was protecting you. ❞

Did Shea not realize that someone else was trying to injury him? Ezra would have been totally fine if he hadn't have helped Shea, he didn't need to be protected. ❝ Y-you were the one that was in danger. ❞ He wasn't sure how else to word it for the other to understand that. Or maybe he did understand all along and he didn't care, Ezra wasn't sure which it was, but he was having terrible anxiety over the other's emotions. He wanted to be there for him, though, even if it wasn't something that directly related to Ezra. The angel would always be there for Shea as long as he could help it.

[eunciia]

The day felt particularly long. It felt like he had delivered more souls than he ever had before, but this sensation was confusing. Shea wasn't someone who ever got tired or exhausted to this level. He wasn't a physical being for the most part, so having such lack of energy was both concerning and puzzling to him. Somehow, he had let Ezra take the lead instead in dragging him places—but who knew he'd end up at his residence. ❝ Why'd you bring me here? ❞ the boy asked, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to keep his eyes from shutting. Was this what humans called sleepy? Many of them told him this as he led them into the light. Was this his—no, he couldn't die, so... ❝ umm, ❞ His words trailed off as his tired gaze fell upon the angel. [@aeviterncl]

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Ezra stayed close to Shea, the other looking like he would pass out at any moment. The angel knew that there was no way Shea was going to be able to keep walking around, so he did the best thing he could think of, which was bringing him back to his house. ❝ I think it'd be best of you rested, and what better of a place than where you'd have someone to keep an eye on you. ❞ Ezra smiled as he made sure there was enough blanket on his bed, keeping a watchful eye on the other male all the while. ❝ I know this isn't a usual feeling for you, and I can't explain to you why it's happening, but I can at least keep you safe. ❞

Once he was sure the bed was up to his standards, he turned back to the lavender haired boy. Walking over, he gave him a gentle hug, pulling back just enough to look at Shea. ❝ You don't have to go to sleep right this moment, but I'd like to to sit down and relax. Would you like to sit on my bed or sit on the couch? ❞ He figured giving an option made the concern in his voice a little less pushy.

[eunciia]

How lucky he was, to run into the very angel he wanted to see again. Upon finishing the work that required them to meet, the lavender-haired boy couldn't help but take hold of the angel's hands before he could turn away from him, noticing how pale the man seemed to be today. Looking into his eyes and putting on his signature blinding smile, Shea wouldn't allow him to refuse his offer, ❝ Let's go get something to eat. ❞ Maybe to others, the other's pale complexion wasn't obvious, but he knew better—after all, he had been looking out for Ezra for who knew how long at this point, ��� we can go grab some strawberry smoothies if you like. I can pay too. ❞ [@aeviterncl]

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Ezra wasn't even surprised when Shea grabbed his hand, he knew for a while that he'd been overworking himself and it was just like the other male to watch out for him. He offered the lavender haired male a smle, trying to hide quite how exhausted he actually was. Ezra had been amazed by Shea for the longest time, always being there when he least expected it but really needed him. After some time, he gave in to the other and allowed himself to relax here and there, as long as there was no more work to be done. At least in that moment, an angel's work was never honestly truly done.

If Ezra was to admit the truth, he'd tell Shea just how much he missed him since they'd last saw each other, and he'd melt into him and give him a hug. Not that Ezra wouldn't extend an invitation for a hug first, but there was the matter of food at hand right now.

❝ That sounds nice, but you don't have to pay. ❞