#fractaele

[becomestormaa]

for someone with a reputation for beings of ferocious nature, they made quick work of collecting a plate of hors d'oeuvres and leaving the gala immediately for peace and quiet. they settled down in abandoned courtyard sitting by a fountain. the dragon shifter was bewildered by humans that could linger so long in such a cramped and crowded area. it was so loud. there was music, singing, talking, and too many things at once for a recluse to handle. at the very least the food looked intriguing. if there was one thing ren was fascinated by it was human food. so fascinated they were by their colourful treat that they hadn’t noticed the presence of another nearby. ren bit into the strange pastry, registering unbearable sweetness and retching quietly before allowing the masticated monstrosity to fall back onto their plate. it was a given, that a fledgling dragon wouldn’t know proper table manners either. they weren’t exactly the picture of grace they’d been at the beginning of the party.   @fractaele   /   lucky dip sc.   /   enchanted masquerade au.

[vulpesd]

@fractaele​.   name a song your muse can sing every word to.   headcanon asks   (   acc.   )

fox is very good at memorising all manner of songs because music is important to him. it was one of the only things keeping tribe moral up when in the middle of the desert, lacking food, surrounded by monsters. it’s because of this, and his father, that fox knows how to play the guitar. he has perfect pitch, and is quite the good singer too if he can warm up his voice. there are a lot of songs he knows, but this one is very near and dear to his heart.

[lotusesque]

@fractaele​ said:

“ren! can you help me?” myrtenaster is in pieces on the table &. she is bent over examining a piece. “spring lock mechanism jammed.” not waiting for an answer, she hands him the guard to hold. “just hold that right there.” too preoccupied by her work , she hums as she puts the springs &. other pieces in place. “my weapon is fairly simple compared to others but requires pristine maintenance to be efficient.”

     looking up from his own work, ren’s eyes flickered over the disassembled weapon spread over the other end of the table, and he gave weiss a quizzical look. he didn’t ask any questions, however, as he walked around the side to stand next to her. he took a breath as if to speak just as she explained what was going on, and he closed his mouth and held out his hands to take what she was giving him. he let the guard settle in his palms, and he took a few moments to admire the elegance of her weapon, a design oh so different than what he knew how to handle. his own bladed pistols fit comfortably in his fingers, but myrtenaster was cold, a foreign touch to him. watching as she placed and rearranged things as necessary, he spoke up.

‘a rapier suits you,’ he murmured, glancing up to her busied expression for a moment. ‘sharp, swift, elegant ... directing your glyphs with it adds to the effect. how did you come to find a weapon that fit so seamlessly?’

[veiliisms]

“stay there, gouda.”

[dispetal]

         There    isn’t    much    sound    in    the    airship,    aside    from    the   gentle    buzzing    and    whirring    through    the   sky    and    occasional    conversation    between     Maria    and    the    group    aboard.    Morale    seemed    low    but    HOPEFUL,    which    was    okay    enough    for    the    leader,    as    she    reflected.    Most    of    the    group    was    either    asleep    by    now    or    keeping     to    themselves.    Her    eyes     met     every     member    with     passing    glance    until    they    met    with    Weiss,    who    was    still    awake.    Her    brows    knit    as    she    lightly     patted    the    seat    next    to    her:    an    offering.    She    tries    a    smile    and    it’s    genuine,    but    tired.

                  “Wanna     talk?    It’s    getting     pretty    quiet     here,    and    I    think    we    could    both    probably    use    the    company...”

              When   Ruby    thought    of    all    her    friend    and    teammate    had    to    go    through    during    the    past    couple    of    months    alone,    it’d    occurred    to    her     how    little    she    sat    down    and    TALKED    with    her.    It    would    be    nice    to   catch    up,    with    the    downtime    they    had     now,    until    they’d    be    back    at    it    again.

               Besides,    Ruby    HATES    being    left    alone    with    her    OWN    thoughts.

              @fractaele​      plotted!

[herfrost]

“can ... can you brush my hair ... for old times sake?” she asked as her fingers went through the long waves of white that fell from tight knit braid. / sof sof t

     ❝ i suppose … it has been awhile. ❞ a light breath leaves her lips, a smile forming slowly, before giving her sister a nod.  ❝ sit. ❞

she gathers weiss’ hair to her back, helping it all fall to place. she looks at her sister’s reflection on the mirror, her smile softening, before running a brush through the waves. in a way, this was how winter watched her sister’s growth. through the eyes of a mirror, through the length of her hair.

for the longest time, the younger schnee had kept her hair long, maintained it well — and it was a pleasure for the eldest to help groom it, especially after a long day. whether it be after her recitals, or those superfluous dinners. these kind of moments, it was just the two of them: eased by each other’s company.

     ❝ you made a wise choice, choosing to braid it. it could easily get in the way. ❞  it was why she kept her hair tucked into a bun. ❝ i admit, i’m not used to seeing it ... but it suits you rather well. ❞

a small compliment, before taking hold of the middle sections, and combing out the ends. winter’s shoulders come to relax, remembering bits of their childhood. weiss was one of the best parts of her life: a person easily able to help sneak a smile onto her lips, someone who saw past what others deemed cold. she was winter’s warmth.

     ❝ you used to sing while i did this. do you recall? ❞ another chuckle in reminiscence, as her gaze meets weiss’ in the mirror. ❝ — perhaps this is one part of you that hasn’t grown up … i’m glad. ❞

[metalpetals-a]

@fractaele​ / plotted starter. 

“ Weiss? ”  Her voice comes careful,  hesitant underneath the cover of darkness.  A crack of thunder booms outside and Ruby’s brow furrows into a faint frown.  That’s what had woken her up,  wasn’t it?  But it wasn’t why she was still awake. 

With a feather-light touch and a slow-moving gesture,  she presses the back of her hand against her partner’s forehead where she’s leaned slightly over her bunk,  cautious of startling her on accident.  The skin’s damp,  but...it’s not warm,  not like she’d expect a fever to feel.

Ruby’s frown deepens.  That just means then that... 

“ Weiss, ”  she tries again, raising her voice only slightly from a hushed whisper.  She glances over at the set of bunks beside theirs to make sure that their teammates are still asleep,  but the only movement she sees is the steady rise and fall of their chests.  “ Weiss,  wake up. ”  A hand reaches out to gently nudge her shoulder.  “ C’mon,  I think you’re having a bad dream. ”  

[lightcreators]

unprompted ask   @mosaiqk​

​There were instants when omnipresence of people became a silent burden to consider, to have to check himself in every corner of his expression if nothing could betray him. There were also others moments when loneliness turned heavier into his shoulders --- as his own heart wanted to be released into another period that into a protective bedroom in which he would feeling safe, pretending to have somewhere to belong. Today, Lelouch was craved that solitude for been able to releasing all his reflective thoughts. It was Valentine Day. Of course, he would not stopping hear newest couples talk about this feeling of love, about their desire to create new memories together, to be emancipated in this feeling...he had seen boxes being shared in silence in the classroom, with smiles on his faces, with unrestrained pleasure at being able to eat chocolate as a gift...even if he felt very much detached from this special day, to which probably the importance wouldn't change in his vision of the outside world, it had stirred a strange feeling inside him. He wasn't necessarily jealousy but there was a desire to be able to physically reveal as many loving attentions  with the idea in itself, although crossing his mind, was impossible to achieve. 

He had lost his freesia gaze into the lights provided by the sun through the window panes. He was looking for these comrades and trying to perceive his elevated position, his superior perspective because he was far more distant and more profitable at observation to see what their actions were. If he could still see their cheerful smile. If he could intercept this happiness all around him...a happiness that he felt as missing, making him undeniably sad. Features who changed immediately into an disinterest without traces of his previous feelings when he hear the gentle mouvement and sound of the door been opened...in which his eyes was seeking the person who had come for whatever reason she would have and possibly explain. There was an strange instant of releasing to returning into the emotional spheres he was an expert with into an contentment smile half-grateful to be stopped into his reflective thoughts. ❝ It's i> unexpected that someone who want to hide with a such blessed day that today.  ❞ Lelouch noticed with no ambition to sounding rude into his words, however seeking up there was some hidden mockery into the surprise of her question. ❝ I don't mind that you hide here. ❞ He catching up seconds later by offering an smile, his face still protected by the sunshine however still showing some black hair and purple eyes. 

Lelouch taking time to watching over the other woman's features meanwhile showing the best of himself into his usual mask. There was no particular reaction about sharing her Valentine Day's gift outside --- however internally there was a joy that cannot be shared under these circumstances about sharing some chocolates with someone else. ❝ Chocolate is a guilty pleasure I cannot refuse --- though are you sure this is okay for you?  ❞ He was welcoming into some of his gestures as he moved a little more of the sun for showing himself, wishing to be certain that taking advantage of this moment would not be the cause of regrets on her part. ❝ Did something happened who pushing that decision?  ❞

[crviis-a]

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     / A TEXT THAT WASN’T SENT / @fractaele​

     [ snowdrop ; sms ; MESSAGE UNDELIVERED ] im srry fer everythin thats hapened cus y met me.       [ snowdrop ; sms ; MESSAGE UNDELIVERED ] its my fault it all is none ve this would hapen if i jus kept t myself like i always did. its safer that way      [ snowdrop ; sms ] i got cofe if y wantin some

[gunsought]

‹ @fractaele​​. › : . *​ ♡ ' d : starter call.

` YOU KNOW . . . i never could figure out why you think you're so much better than me, princess. `

[philotimon]

@fractaele // liked this for a gods au starter !

          It's a cold day, a blisteringly cold day. The kind of day that isn't meant to be spent outdoors. Frigid winds howl through the woods, through his stone halls, like they have a mind of their own. Even snow flurries through cracks and crevices into his temple's main chamber, slowly but surely blanketing the cracked mosaics of constellations spread out on the floor.

          The cold never bothered James, though he's become more and more aware of it as ages come and go. It's a day the weight of his burdens are heavier than usual, but his mind is blessedly lucid. So, even as he leans heavily on his staff, he shuffles around determinedly. Dusting aside snow here, adjusting a tapestry or two there. Not content to stay still, when the gales remind him of times long past. Of times spent---

          Just then, James notices a small form curled up at the base of one of the columns, pale arms wrapped around herself. She's shivering, and he knows as soon as he sees her that she is wholly mortal, and woefully ill-equipped to suffer such frigid temperatures.

          He shuffles towards her, gripping his staff tightly to help pull him along, then drops down to his knees, already tugging his tattered cloak off.

          ❝ Shhh, it's all right, ❞ he tries to soothe, flesh-and-blood fingers ghosting across her shoulders as he wraps the material around her. ❝ It's going to be all right, ❞ he repeats, then pulls back. Still on his knees, but well aware of her personal space. ❝ I won't hurt you. ❞

          He only hopes that she believes him, and allows him to help her in whatever way he can, for it has been many a year since the last time a mortal graced his domain.

[candyskulled-blog]

❝     weiss, my dear girl, it’s okay to be sad.    ❞   maria comments out of nowhere, but she knows that deep down -- the young woman is grieving the personal relationships of her and her family. her brother didn’t trust her, her father was in jail for treason against the atlesian council, her mother... well, that was a whole different story and now her sister had told her to run after penny was granted fria’s powers... it must of felt defeating ; to deal with all your family members in such a short of amount of time. to deal with the burdens of family is one of the reasons that she never allowed herself to have a family. it meant letting in people who could take advantage of your trust, your love and use it to manipulative such things. to see the young woman look sad, well -- it hurt the grimm reaper.    ❝     did you want to talk about it?    ❞    

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[fourtune]

@fractaele​ asked: “clover? can i ask you an invasive question?” her voice grew to a hush. “you really don’t have to answer if you don’t want to ... but your semblance is good luck. i’m guessing people have exploited it in the past.” her heart wrestled with the true inquiry. it correlating with her father. “does it ever get easier ... is it ever less painful being used for another’s gain?” biting her lip, she let out an awkward laugh. what were you thinking!!! “nevermind, i’m sorry i asked.” 

☘️                    and here, most people call him captain. he’s not expecting the heiress to just ask for clover, though he isn’t at all against it. it shows a directness in character. a firm speech when necessary. he stops before exiting the training arena fully, but making sure to note everyone else has done too before weiss goes on. 

                       yes. a personal question indeed. clover made leader of the ace operatives of atlas because he was a smart, driven man. he can tell what weiss asks is more than just a question regarding self worth. he’s met the head of the schnee dust company once or twice. always left a bitter taste in his mouth. his daughters, thankfully, turned out nothing like him.

                     “ms. schnee, it’s alright,” he drops a hand to her shoulder to steady her resolve. she came into it with more confidence, he wants to see her keep it. they are the next generation, and it is his duty to encourage them. 

                     “you’re right. there were lots of people in my life that just wanted me around for personal gain. they didn’t really care i’m not just always lucky, that i need to focus on my semblance for it to heighten just like most people. they also didn’t care my luck was based on my virtues, and not theirs,” because what was good luck to someone who wanted to rule the world? 

                    “but, i realized that...they’re just human. just as kindness is a trait we can have, so is greed. so is desire and wanting things. i couldn’t fault my parents for wanting a better life. who wouldn’t? i just realized that i should rely on the traits i liked best to carry me through the bad times. i liked being honest. i liked working hard. i liked being kind. it was when i figured that out, that i met the general, and he started me on my way.” here, he pulls hand back, hoping he sounds more sincere then like he were giving a mission briefing. sometimes, he finds it hard to separate the two.

[dispetal]

@fractaele​ said:     "ruby, it's your lucky day. all these gifts can be your's for the price of giving me peace of mind &. leaving me alone." pointing at the pile of boxes over in the corner that contained chocolates, desserts, &. what not. no matter how many years passed, this day was difficult. 

                   Ruby    would    be    LYING    if    she    said    she    didn’t    have    a    sweet    tooth,    but    that    was    only    SECOND     to    the    peace    and    safety    of    her     friend.    She    watches    Weiss    with    steady,    silver    eyes    and    decides    to,    for    once,    think    over    her    words.   She’s    not    the    BEST    with     people,    she    could    admit    that.    Often    she    didn’t    know    when    she    overstepped    her    boundaries    and    when    she    doesn’t    react     ENOUGH    or    do    ENOUGH,    which    in    part     makes    her    feel...    Well,    slightly    like    a    FAILURE,    as    a    leader    who    is    SUPPOSED    to    gauge    emotions,    on    and    OFF    the    battlefield.

                   Enough    time    has    passed    and    Ruby    hasn’t    done    much    in    way    of    moving    or    talking,    so    she    opens    her    mouth    to    where     her    lips    part    slightly.    She    HOPES    these    are    the    right     words    to    say.    She’s    spent    so    much    time    with    her    friend    that    she’s    gotten    to     know    SOME    of    her    limits,    but    this    seemed    like    a    BIG    one.

                              “...Y’know    you    don’t    have    to    be    alone    today,    right?”

                    She’s    careful,    words    soft    and    reassuring,    hopefulness    woven    in     her    tone    that    Weiss    would    at    LEAST    hear    her    out.    Ruby    Rose     KNOWS    what    it’s    like    to    feel    alone    in    a    room    full    of     people.    Why    would    Weiss    willingly    want     to    feel    that     way    on    a    day    that’s    SO    important?     She    offers    a    small    smile,    hoping    that    ice    queen    would    take    the    bait.    She    just    wants    to     know    what’s    going    on.

                               “If    you    want    to,    that’s    your    choice,    but...    Y’know,    you     have    FRIENDS    now.   Ones    that     WANNA    know    what’s    up,    and    ones    that    will    listen    if    you    need    to    talk,    and...”            She    starts    to    get    worked    up,    but    pushes    past    the    emotion    even    though    it    threatens    to    tug    at    her    throat.           “...And    today’s     special    to    ME    because    if    you    weren’t    born    you    wouldn’t    be    here,    and    my    friend,    and    my    teammate,   so...    It    might    be    hard    and    sad    for    you,    but    it’s    HAPPY    for    me,    because...     Because    you’re    my    friend,    y’know?     You’re    my    FRIEND,    and    I’m    GLAD    you’re    here.”

[lotuskept]

@fractaele​ said  :    she has a small dessert cake from her favorite bakery in its neat packaging in hand & in the other a book. it was an illustrated version of one of her favorite fairy tale retellings , 'the boy who grew wings.' weiss wasn't sure what to get alma , so she thought if anything ... she could give something that reminded her of him. this story was about a kind optimistic boy who changed the hearts of others for the better ... it was alma. she set the gifts on the desk. "happy birthday, alma."

SURPRISE  flickers  briefly  over  features  before  he  begins  to  SPARKLE ,   ADORATION  imminent  in  a  small  gasp.  the  cake  looks  just  delightful  and  the  story  ---------  THE  BOY  WHO  GREW  WINGS  --------  he’s  heard  of  it ,   heard  BEAUTIFUL  things ,   but  he’s  never  gotten  the  chance  to  read  it .   HIS  HEART  IS  FULL .   

                ‘  you  know  me  so  well !   oh ,   i’m  so  happy  to  SEE  YOU ,   weiss !  ’          launching  up  to  CAPTURE  her  in  his  embrace .          ‘  thank  you !   these  are  PERFECT !  ’   

ALMA  DAY      /      ACCEPTING !

[metalpetals-a]

@fractaele​ said :  "i don't know what i'm supposed to feel." hands crumble air before her. "i arrested my own father. i left my brother with my mother who isn't ..." gloved palms press against her face. "she's not at her best, right now." the swirling emotions swept up her every thought as they walked towards the airship. swallowing it down, like she had done so many times before, she sighed. the clink of metal beneath her boots resounded. "but we've got to be huntresses right now, for mantle."

As the airship comes into view,  she presses her lips together in a distracted frown.  She wishes they had more time to talk, to breathe, to process  --  she wishes they had more time for a lot of things lately.  But this will have to do.  

A glance is sent over to the rest of their friends as she waves them on,  before she stops her partner with just a hand to her shoulder. 

“ Weiss. ”  For a beat,  Ruby just parts her lips with nothing to say,  words escaping her as soon as the moment’s here.  What even is there to say?  She can’t pretend she understands,  because she doesn’t.  She can’t tell Weiss the magic words that will make everything okay,  because she can’t know them.

The most she can really hope for...is that Weiss doesn’t need someone to understand as much as she really just needs someone to care. 

“ ...It’s been a really long day,  huh? ”  she finally says with a familiar small,  lopsided smile,  one that’s tinged with sympathy and sadness both at once.  The hand still resting on Weiss’s shoulder gives it a gentle,  reassuring squeeze.  “ I know it’s not over yet,  but...  No matter what,  we’ll get through it together.  Okay? ”

She’s never been good with words or with comforting people.  It doesn’t feel like enough.  It doesn’t feel like what her best friend deserves to hear,  and right now,  she can’t help but not feel like the partner Weiss deserves her to be.  There’s a commotion near the airship,  one that unequivocally means that it’s time to go,  time to be Huntresses just like Weiss said.  But Ruby doesn’t even look in that direction. 

Her brow furrows and silver eyes cloud with nervous worry,  and then moving far more on a whim  --  a feeling  --  than any conscious decision,  her arms wrap around Weiss in a tight,  reassuring hug.  

“ You didn’t do anything wrong, ”  she murmurs into her ear.  She’s not entirely sure where those words came from,  but ‘ the heart ’ feels to her like a solid possibility.