#vidia's queue

[fairykazu]

subtle warning ft. lyney

cws: best friends, pining, ooc, jealousy

masterlist :: note: clearly i have a type when i write

best friend lyney who very "subtly warns" every person you try to pursue behind your back. when the person you were hvaing a thing with failed to come to the second date, you were so confused because you two had hit it off.

bzzt! your phone went off, you checked the notification, "what the hell? this is the second guy who blew me off, lyney." you complained as lyney hid his smirk.

"what happened?" lyney asked, faking his sincerity. he sat next to you on the couch. he knows all too well that he was the reason why your dates flake out.

when your date was waiting for you at the front door, picking you up for the first date. of course, lyney was there to help you out for the outfit and the security of somebody being there. "hello, name's taking a while to get dolled up... so, are you the guy name is going out with?"

"yes, im taking them out to a movie theater date." he replied. lyney analyized this guy, taller than him that's for sure, blond hair and red eyes. although this guy looks sweet, he doesn't look like he has the right intentions with you. he looked like he would ask you "where's my hug at?"

...

this guy isn't a right fit for you, are you getting a bit desperate? he's projecting, he's waiting for you to realize him as an option. "a movie theater date? that seems really... boring. y'know name would like a more exciting date than that." lyney replied, as the blond-haired male laughed, holding a bouquet of flowers.

not even the right flowers you like, didn't you tell lyney about you told this guy about it. what an idiot.

"then you take her to the date then." the date replied, laughing lightheartly.

i wish.

hurt by the comment and bruised from his ego, his eyes darkened. he began to laugh to a point it got uncomfortable. as the tension rose, "hahahaha, if you hurt them, a single hair of theirs taken out, i won't hesitate to kill you."

he cleared his throat by the time you arrived, his demeanor changed too. "lyney, are you talking it up with my date? don't scare him away." you joked. lyney smiled sweetly,

"of course not! right?" he asked to the date.

"yep..."

you went on to talk about even though, the guy was a bit of a wreck in the beginning of the date, it was fun for the both of you.

best friend lyney comforted you, rubbing circles into your back, "he probably didn't deserve you."

you sniffled, "you're right, lyney. what would i do without you."

he swiped a tear off your face, "i dunno, die?"

you hit him playfully, "what a way to ruin a moment, lyney."

[firadessa]

2005- Official art sourced from disneyfairies.jp on the wayback machine!

[would-lezzing-out-fix-them]

Vidia and Tinkerbell

[enoshimastims]

[toxiccrybabyart]

Watched two Disney Tinkerbelle movies and good lord the vibes of those movies is so good

Anyways I doodled tiny redesigns of Vidia, Tink, and Silvermist

[kissofthemuses]

{ I'm here working on things and queueing them.

And hunting for FC's one for Vidia from pixie Hollow and one for an oc who's an artist with psychometry. }

[terencemills]

@giveaflyingfuk (continued from here):

She stared at him with a blank look on her face. The fact he still wasn't picking up on all the queues she'd been dropping was getting exhausting. It was always like this with Tinkerhell and her friends. They were in their own little bubble and forgot that not everyone wanted company. Vidia closed the book in front of her and looked up at Terence with a sickly sweet smile. "Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry. Did I come off like I didn't want to talk?" The dark-haired girl held the smile for only a moment before it fell back into its place in a frown. "Good, because that's exactly what I want. I don't see why it's any of my business anyway, it's not like I'm friends with any of you." Whatever problems the other fairies were facing didn't seem to affect her though the concern of the hunters always lingered in the back of her head.

While Terence generally considered himself a very patient person—even more forgiving than most, he’d go so far as to say—there were a few people who could test the limits of his kind nature. One in particular who, no matter how much of an effort he made to be polite towards her despite his best friend’s mutual contempt with her, she returned every attempt with hostility. It was tiring existing in the same space as Vidia sometimes, but no matter how she acted, Terence wasn’t going to let her attitude make him lose his temper. “I’m not asking to be friends, but a little respect would go a long way,” he replied with a forced smile of his own. He heard it as the words came out of his mouth, how she would take his response as patronizing, and closed his eyes to steel himself for her almost certain incoming vitriol. “I just mean that we’re all fairies at the end of the day. If something affects one of us, we should all be concerned.”

[blushstories]

who is ur top marvel superhero? mine is bucky!

aHH oml bucky would adore you i think :(( you’d walk by and he’s the definition of starstruck, eyes wide and adoring

my top has to be steve rogers or kamala khan i think!! steve bc i love a man with morals ( did i mention < chris evans3 ) and kamala bc i feel the most represented ive ever been in the mcu :)

[fredelicious24]

Fred was caught off guard, he wasn't sure how much Mertle talked about him to people... if at all, and he didn't know who many of her friends were, either. "I've been with people my own age," he stated, eyebrows knitting together in confusion until he realized what she was talking about. "Oh. I mean... I didn't really... go looking for someone younger."

"So, no women your own age are interested. I get it, I mean -" she gave him a once over, not at all hiding the disapproving look. "Not surprised you had to go for someone so much younger." Vidia loved Mertle, she did, but that was why she had such an issue and such an ick.

[tinkiisms]

pls i promise, im almost done,

⊹*⋅✧ | ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ᵒᶠ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳᶫᵃᶰᵈ (wishlist)

⊹*⋅✧ | ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵏᵉᵗᵗᶫᵉˢ (crack)

⊹*⋅✧ | ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍᶦᶰᶰᶦᶰᵍ (starters)

⊹*⋅✧ | ᶠᵃᶦʳʸ ᵍᵃᵐᵉˢ (memes)

⊹*⋅✧ | ᑫᵘᵉᵘᵉ ˢᶦᶫᶫʸ ᵃˢˢ﹗(queue)

⊹*⋅✧ | ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᶫᵒᶰᵍ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ (promos)

⊹*⋅✧ | ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒᶰ’ᵗ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ﹖(rp reminders)

⊹*⋅✧ | ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵏᵉᵗᵗᶫᵉˢ (ooc)

⊹*⋅✧ | ˢᵖᵃʳᵏᶫʸ ᶠᵃᶦʳʸ ᵍᶦᶠᵗˢ (save)

⊹*⋅✧ | ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ʷᶦᵈᵉ ᵘᶰʳᵃᵛᵉᶫᶦᶰᵍ (ship moods)

⊹*⋅✧ | ʰᵒᶰᵉʸ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵉ (tink x nyx)

⊹*⋅✧ | ᶦ ʷᵒᵘᶫᵈᶰᵗ ᵐᶦᶰᵈ (tink x terence)

⊹*⋅✧ | ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵍᵉᵗ ʰᶦᵍʰᵉʳ (tink x silvermist)

⊹*⋅✧ | ᶦ ᵃᵐ ᵃ ᵖᶦʳᵃᵗᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃ ᵖʳᶦᶰᶜᵉˢˢ (tink x zarina)

⊹*⋅✧ | ᶦ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒᵒ (tink x vidia)

⊹*⋅✧ | ᵃᶜᶜᶦᵉᶰᵗᵃᶫᶫʸ ᶦᶰ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ (tink x iridessa)

⊹*⋅✧ | ᵍᶦʳᶫˢ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᵍᶦʳᶫˢ (tink x rosetta)

⊹*⋅✧ | ᵇᵘᵇᵇᶫʸ (tink x fawn)

⊹*⋅✧ | ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ˢʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵉˢ (tink x rani)

[princesspenpen]

tag dump.

[thepenultimateword]

Planetary Border Patrol | From the Too Tall Universe

So this is a little something I started working on about a year ago before I came up with the Too Tall concept. Fun fact: Hayes and the main character of this story used to be the same character, but the dynamics I wanted to create didn't match up. Now they're completely different.

...

“I swear it’s not mine!” the man ahead of Anderlin cried. “I’ve been framed!”

 His neck was long and slightly cricked like a vulture’s, and he swung his head around on it violently. Security currently barred his way to the next gate; Anderlin really hoped the guy wouldn’t make a break for it back into the line. Skinny as he was, the man was more than twice his size, and Anderlin really didn’t feel like being beaten against a crowd control barricade today.

Luckily, even though the man had the gall to try and escape, he didn’t seem to know what in the blazing novas he should be doing.

As soon as the false book had been opened, the heavy, spiced scent of charred rocendre had begun drifting down the queue. That whiff alone was enough to make Anderlin’s head fuzz a bit around the borders. He couldn’t imagine how potent a strain this man--or whoever he was working for-- had engineered to get that effect. Well, he could, but thinking about all that cash being passed into lawful hands ticked him off. 

On some planets, an unassuming object was all a person needed to import contraband, but trying that on a tight security outfit like Exos-9? This guy was either a moron or an amateur, and Anderlin felt no pity. If they were dumb enough to get stopped, they didn’t belong in the business.

The man screamed frantically as two planetary border patrol agents seemed to materialize from nothing in the port’s crowd and grabbed him tightly around each stringy forearm.

“Let go of me! I want a consult!”

The agents ignored him and pulled him out of line, never loosening their grip even when he thrashed, went boneless, or began spitting all over the port floor.  

Anderlin scoffed lightly, more out of nervousness than actual humor. Real consults didn't exist for smugglers. 

He moved to take vulture neck’s place, but one of the border patrol agents at the security gate held him off with one hand as he stared after the shouting smuggler and his confiscated goods. They probably wanted to be sure everything was in order before they moved the line along.

Subconsciously, Anderlin ran his thumb up the tattoo on his forearm, feeling the raised stitches of the hollow wire woven into his skin--he’d expected the coil to be thinner than it had turned out to be, and his arm was beginning to throb. At best, they wouldn’t even notice it, but at worst--or at least he hoped it would be the worst--they would think the wire was a strange tasted attempt to enhance the tattoo’s aesthetic. At least most of the swelling and redness had gone down during the three day trip from Imperi to Exos-9. 

“Alright,” the border patrol agent at the security gate said, lowering his hand.

Anderlin stepped into the painted footprints at the head of the line and looked at his feet bitterly. He was wearing his big soled boots today, but the prints still practically swallowed him. That’s just how it was to be human in this epoch, but it was still embarrassing.

“Arms out,” the border patrol agent said. His fangs peeked out a little when he talked. He looked like an A’ceona, but his feline ears were too small and his stature too short to be a full blood.

Anderlin bowed his knees to ease his bags onto the floor, being especially careful with Vidia’s kennel, and straightened back up with his arms spread, never losing eye contact with the border agent.

“Do you have anything of chemical or organic origin within your things that you’d like to declare? Off planet fruits, plants, or soil?” The agent talked while simultaneously patting him down from waist to hips.

“Nope. Just my daiali.” Anderlin didn’t know why they asked when another agent was already scanning his bag for organic and chemical matter as they spoke. He wondered what they would do if he declared explosive powder. Would they be lenient for honesty? Or was the question just meant for people trying to share exotic fruits with their friends?

The A’ceona crouched to look through the barred door of Vidia’s cage and the other took his place in front of Anderlin to pass the sensor an inch above his clothes in case they’d missed something. Travel was such a pain.

The sensor went off. 

The shrill repeating whine set Anderlin’s teeth on edge and his adrenaline racing, but he breathed exclusively through his nose to keep his heart rate slow. The accusatory device hollered at the sleeve folded halfway over his tattoo.

The A'ceona was back again. He patted at Anderlin’s arm, and stared intently at the fabric. His eyes flicked to the bronzy wire outlining the lower half of the tattoo, but only let out a derisive snort and stepped back. “Did you use anything chemical on your clothing recently?”

“I bleached it on the way here,” Anderlin said. It was actually true. He had only used a few drops on his sleeve and the breast pocket for a food spill, but he was suddenly glad that it had left his shirt slightly acrid. “Would that do it?”

“Not commonly, but yes,” the A’ceona said. “Go on through.”

Anderlin slung his duffle over his shoulder and gathered up Vidia’s kennel. This was too easy.

“Be ready to present your permit for the daiali at the next gate,” the A’ceona said, already waving the next person forward as Anderlin moved away.

Anderlin froze. “Permit?”

He'd never needed a permit on Exos-9 before!

The man halted the line again and cocked his eyebrow. “I’m taking it that you don’t have one?”

Anderlin’s complete loss for words was his answer.

“The Livestock and Domestics Act," the border patrol agent explained. "You can’t bring a foreign animal, pet or not, onto another planet without a permit. I’m going to have to impound the daiali until you manage to procure one.”

“Impound her?” Anderlin felt his breathing getting fast. “Did you say impound? She’s not just some object that you can lock up in a glass case. She’s a living breathing animal with thoughts and feelings and--”

“And no travel permit.” 

Anderlin’s shoulder’s sunk.

“Don’t worry,” the man said, though his voice was dry and unsympathetic. “You can either fill out a health certificate at Planetary Veterinary Services to apply for a permit or pick the thing up when you’re ready to leave the planet. This actually happens a lot; it won’t be neglected in the impound. Just don’t take long.”

The line was getting antsy and people began directing glares at Anderlin for the hold up. The A’ceona muttered something to the other agent and then turned back to Anderlin.

“Alright, come with me,” he said. “You need to fill out an impoundment form.”

***

I’ll go back, Anderlin thought to himself as he made his way down the street. Once I get paid, I’ll go straight back.

He kept thinking it, but it didn’t make him feel any better. His poor baby was caged in some awful containment unit now with a bunch of other strange animals that were going to make her nervous.

He scratched furiously at his forearm. And this stupid wire was starting to itch like crazy. This job was turning out inconvenient. He checked his communicator and flipped to the buyer’s latest message. Supposedly there was some sort of fancy restaurant called The Tower they were supposed to meet at. 

He opened up a new page on his communicator--the maps of Exos-9 should have finished downloading by now--and with a swipe of his finger, the holo-map of the area popped up in front of him. Looked like…the Tower was several blocks from here. He could probably make it in about twenty min—

Someone shoved into him and sent him sprawling into the pavement.

“Hey!” he cried, snatching his communicator up before it could be crushed by a passerby. He rose up on his hands and knees.

“It’s not my fault you’re miniscule,” said a tall, gray-eared A’ceonan that swished past him. “Don’t stop in the middle of the street, human.”

Now that he was knocked down, nobody bothered to part around him. The crowd continued on their way whether they tramped on him or not.

“Hey! Watch it! Ow! My hand is there! You bunch of—” Anderlin rolled to the side before an Isloquean could crush his spine and scrambled to the side of the walk where he could press his back up against one of the buildings. 

What a bunch of crap. Acting like they could do what they wanted just because he was human. Whatever.

He pulled out his communicator again and looked it over. Thankfully, it was unbroken. Next stop the Tower for some cash. 

He hesitated at the side of the current for a moment, worried if he stepped in too fast, he’d be trampled. He hated feeling like a child. 

When there was finally a gap large enough, he leaped in. Though now he couldn’t help but hunch his shoulders and flick his eyes around for potential collisions. He had to look up to see anyone’s faces. When he finally reached the Tower entrance, he had to stop and breath out some of the stress. This building made him feel like an ant.

When he caught a hold of himself, he pushed through the large spinning door and stood on tiptoe at the desk.

“Um… excuse me.”

The receptionist looked up and then down. “Oh, welcome to The Tower, do you have a reservation?”

“Uh, I’m supposed to meet someone named Maka.”

The receptionist checked her computer with a couple quick taps. “Lin?”

“Yep.”

“Maka has his own floor,” she said, printing a small ticket and handing it over to him. “Go to floor fifteen, present this at the door, and you’ll be taken straight to him.”

“Thank you.”

What kind of person has their own floor? Anderlin thought to himself as he called for the elevator and stepped in. No, what kind of restaurant has more than one floor?

“Oh, hold that!”

Anderlin stuck his arm out the elevator on impulse and immediately regretted everything. The doors were making like they were going to smash his arm anyway. Just in time, a woman with star dust for hair rushed up to the gap and gave the elevator a good kick. The door slid back open.

“Soooorry,” she grimaced at him. “I forgot this thing’s sensors are whacked up. I was here last week, and there was a crowd, and well, long story short it almost took my foot off. I wanted to report it, but I also didn’t want to be kicked out for life. The food’s great, but I guess the owner’s sensitive. I don’t know.”

Her eyes were silver too, but a darker shade than her hair. Wait, was she a straal? Talking to him?

The woman looked down at her clothes and then abruptly held her hands out. “Oh! I was off-duty last week. Personal dinner. I don’t want you to think this place is just filled with crime. And I’m on break right now, so…you also have nothing to worry about.”

For the first time, Anderlin noticed the Justice Bureau uniform and shoved his wired arm against his side. He blushed, looking away and hovering his hand over the button panel. “Which floor?”

“Fifteen, please.”

“Same here,” he muttered. The button lit up as he pressed it, and the elevator began its slow, rumbly ascent. Anderlin would have been unnerved by the scraping noise the elevator made on the shaft if he weren’t so distracted by this woman.

He couldn’t look at her. First, because she was a cop, second, she was a straal, and third, she was too pretty. He thought his eyes were going to melt out. This was awkward.

“Ok, so this is gonna sound weird,” the woman said with a slight scoff. “But you know, you’re awfully cute.”

Anderlin hunched his shoulders. “Yeah, I know, I’m tiny.”

“No, you’re not—” She laughed. “Ok, yeah, you’re cute like that too, but I meant your face.”

“Huh?”

“Yep, I knew that was going to sound weird. I just didn’t know how much until it was out loud.”

“No!” Anderlin said quickly. “Uh…thank you.”

Was this flirting? Or was it just being nice? His heart was pounding. 

“But I was listening to this show the other day,” the woman continued. “And they said if you ever think something complimentary about someone, you should just say it…”

Maybe…maybe he could ask for her number. The worst that could happen was she’d say no. Oh wait, but they were in an elevator. That was going to be super weird. 

“...and you don’t know what people are going through, and the galaxy can be so messy and…”

Maybe if he asked when they were close, it would be an appropriate risk. How close were they to the top?

Ding!

Oh.

“Enjoy your food,” the woman said, smiling crookedly. She nodded at the prim, suited man approaching them.

“Uh…uh…” 

She was already gone. He needed to get his head straight; he was in the middle of a job.

“Sir,” the suited man said, directly in front of him now.. “Do you have a reservation?”

“Uh, I have this.” Anderlin handed him the ticket.

“Very good, follow me.”

[southernisled]

faiirytalcs​:

“Happily.” Vidia purred, reaching out to take the bill and tuck it away but making no immediate move to do her side of the deal. “Oh, really? And is the good cause the only reason you’re being so generous?” Not that more money didn’t make her somewhat consider actually following through on her job but she wasn’t above pushing someone like him for a compliment.

“Why so skeptical?” Hans grinned, happy to see no one else behind him in the queue, and to be faced with a girl like her. It was like luck was on his side tonight. “Can’t you believe i’m here out of the goodness of my heart for those poor ...orphaned bunnies?” he asked with a chuckle. “Not that you didn’t entice me to come over in the first place.”

the fall festival event (open) @evermorehqsstart

Hans slowed his pace as he lingered in front of a well painted & decorated booth. Taking a sip from his drink he took in the scene reading the sign above that said 'KISSING BOOTH $1'. He chuckled in amusement fishing for his stacked wallet within the pocket of his jeans. "Here take a five" he grinned, leaning forward with the money in his hand. "I'm always happy to donate to a good cause."

[fairykazu]

will never be the one to lose༉‧₊˚. EONS ADRIFT: scaramouche x gn! reader notes: this was cross posted from my ao3! i think this might be a little bit ooc but bear with me masterlist | next

although he will never admit it, he has caught feelings for you.

the balladeer, the sixth of the fatui harbingers. the puppet crafted by an archon. he was a superior being to you. you should be beneath him. hell, even lower than enkanomiya.

but even if he would tell you, you would be a target for everyone else. finally something, someone, to get to scaramouche. to able to make him weak enough to falter. as much he harbored this much feelings for someone, he would never be able to make you his. he does not need any more weaknesses as someone who wants to ascend higher than your mortal being.

he has experienced betrayals and loss. they are all around him. they surround him everyday, echoing in his thoughts and past. he remembers the promises he has made to someone. not just once but twice.

once was from a child, probably did not mean to break any promises, but passed away. scaramouche, at the time, did not understand human emotions and feelings. he felt betrayed for the friend who died, breaking the promise.

the other time was someone he loved more than platonically but knew their relationship will never be more than friends. the person was a kind hearted samurai who took in scaramouche when he was once named kabukimono. he truly felt like a human then.

but there was a time he did not want to feel like a human. the name, kabukimono, lost all meaning. the cryo archon granted him a name, The balladeer, for the traits he possessed and although, he knew he was a chess piece within a game against the celestia.

attachments will never work with scaramouche. he needs to feel like he has nothing to lose. therefore, he does not want to experience a betrayal from you. especially not someone he knows he has romantic feelings for.

thats why you will never see a softer side to him. he will be brutal and harsh. he will always never be the one who will lose.

୨୧

he knows you're asleep in his grasp. you are sleeping in one arm and curled into his body, fitting perfectly. so perhaps, having a minor weakness wouldn’t hurt anyone. although his arms are falling asleep, he does not move a single limb. well, that was a lie. he did.

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, humming a lullaby about the stars. even though the stars are fake, he would always consider you as a star. you are always burning brightly and standing out in the crowd. he is rather much different from you. he has been noticing all of the differences between you both.

even though it kind of scares him. it makes sense. again, you are a mortal and he is an upcoming god. there’s no stories of a god and a mortal being in love successfully. it only exists in inazuma fiction.

but ignoring the odds, maybe for the reason you fit perfectly when you both spoon. maybe one day he would be okay with losing. losing the facade he had up and letting you in, including accepting the consequences of his actions

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, humming a lullaby about the stars. even though the stars are fake, he would always consider you as a star. you are always burning brightly and standing out in the crowd. he is rather much different from you. he has been noticing all of the differences between you both.

even though it kind of scares him. it makes sense. again, you are a mortal and he is an upcoming god. there’s no stories of a god and a mortal being in love successfully. it only exists in inazuma fiction.

but ignoring the odds, maybe for the reason you fit perfectly when you both spoon. maybe one day he would be okay with losing. losing the facade, he had up and letting you in, including accepting the consequences of his actions.

[blushstories]

Hi! Me again! I just had to let you know that combining Billy Butcher and a Soulmate au was just... *Chefs kiss* I'm SO glad I found you! I can't tell you enough how much joy your stories bring me!

hi again! thank you soo much! im so happy to hear that :") im also glad you found me!

[fairykazu]

this reblog made me giggle

letters to her ft. kazuha

cws: established relationship, f! reader (referred as lady, princess, etc), third person, making up lore to fit the story, princess bride ref

masterlist

kazuha stood tall amidst the warmer breeze that inazuma had to shoulder for the spring, every cherry blossom tree was in bloom, the pink petals falling to the ground. he pocketed one petal for her as his long, white hair dancing like ribbons of silk in the gentle winds. red eyes scanning the horizon as he was searching for a glimpse of the one who held his heart captive.

just before leaving to inazuma last night, he had written her another letter, his heart pouring out onto the parchment paper as if it was the lighting storm that showers over the islands, blessed by the electro archon herself. he wrote carefully as the ink stained his fingers; words blurred together as his vision began to blur with tears. unspoken words he'd never said out loud.

as he was traveling by boat to the city, the memory of their first meeting came flooding back, he remembered it as if it was yesterday. he was left, stranded, in the harsh wilderness of the islands, abandoned to care for himself.

thankfully, a woman had taken him in out of pity. although kazuha wasn't the type to believe in the archons like he used to, he thanked them above for blessing his eyes with her. her beautiful, sparkling eyes and her dimples when she smiled. she was truly someone who was as beautiful as the ocean waves when they crash on the shore. he had fallen to her charms quicker than the first snowflake that danced in the winter.

he remembered how kind she was as she poured him some jasmine tea. her delicate hands made him feel safe. even then, in his heart, he had known that she was the one. the one who would make all his pain and suffering worth it.

once he arrived on the dock of the city, it had been a long time since he saw her. years had passed since, but their love for each other had only grown stronger. they exchanged countless letters, sharing their deepest desires and fears. promises were made, vowing to be together soon. kazuha took out a letter from his pocket, unfolding it. clutching it close to his chest, the scent of her perfume lingered on the paper, taunting him with the memory of her.

closing his eyes, he allowed himself to be consumed by the moments of their time together, reliving each memory as if it were happening all at once.

he chuckled silently to himself as he remembered the way she would laugh, how her eyes would sparkle when she smiled, nights they spent together, whispering secrets and sharing dreams beneath the starlit sky.

like how the archon mythology had said when people were originally had four arms, four legs and two heads, but when the archons had a war, it eventually split the people into beings with two arms, two legs and one head, doomed or blessed them with their other half wandering the world.

maybe, she was his other half, and he was fated to be hers forevermore.

his heart started to race once he arrived at her estate, hoping that he would be embraced by her arms once again. pink blossoms waltzed in the wind around him, the scent of love in the air. the grand mansion loomed before him, its towers reaching towards the celestials.

the door was guarded with two knights, clad in their bright armor, holding onto their polearms as if their life depended on it. he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. one of them asked the ivory haired samurari,

"state your business."

"i am here to see the lady." kazuha replied, staying calm despite the broody knights staring daggers into his soul. he smiled politely as one of them raised a brow,

"the lady? don't be silly, young man. everyone in the world wants to see the lady. please show me how you know her."

kazuha didn't expect the security to increase when he was gone. he handed the letter he recieved from you recently to the broody knight number one.

broody knight number one laughed in kazuha's face, the saliva sticking to his face. he grabbed a tissue, wiping his face. "young man, don't make me laugh!” loud, booming fits of laughter came from both knights. “this is no way the lady's handwriting." he squinted, passing it to the second broody knight.

"i agree. this must be a bootleg version. nice try, kid." kazuha tried to take back the letter but the knight only had ripped it up in front of him, his eyes grew to saucers, watching the parchment become one with the pink flowers. as kazuha was about to unsheathe his sword, a little man, dressed in all black, presumably the butler, creaked open the doors. he waddled to one of the knights, whispering something.

as the laughter took a full stop, a moment of silence increased the tension. the knights' facade of being proud dropped completely, laughing nervously. "my apologies, sir kaedehara, we weren't aware of your business with the lady."

he retorted back, "you would've if you read the contents of the letter." the knight opened the door wide open, making the brass knockers clink against the wooden door.

as the doors were still open, kazuha sauntered his way into the mansion; it revealed a grand hall adorned with tapestries and different styled paintings of your family. kazuha could feel the weight of the knights' daggered gaze upon his head again, he chuckled nervously, forgetting that he made a remark towards their intergity.

most definitely, deserved though.

he made his way towards the staircase that led to the upper levels of her estate.

as he ascended up on the marble stairs, the tension in the air grew more cruel, colder. it was as if the whole world was holding their breath, waiting for him to arrive; it made him realize that he was holding his breath too.

he made himself relax as he paused for a moment on the top of the stairs, taking in the surroundings around him. from the lavish furnishings to countless, new portraits framed in gold, each single one served as a painful reminder of his time apart from you.

he was familiar with the hallways, turning a left, reaching her chamber. his heart was pounding in his chest, taking a deep breath just before he steadied himself. he knocked on the door, "my lady, are you there?"

a moment of silence came before a click of the latch replied to kazuha's question. the door swung open, revealing his lady in front of him. she was more beautiful than he ever remembered, even if he attempted to remember her appearance, engraved in his mind. it couldn't compare to reality

. her eyes lit up like sparkles in the night sky, "hello, my knight, how are you? how was your journey?" she said with grace, upholding the reputation she has across many towns. her voice was soft and sweet just like how he remembered.

taking her delicate hands into his calloused ones, he kissed her knuckles, "it was beautiful despite the harshness of the weather." your face shifted uncomfortably. "don't worry, princess, i wasn't hurt badly. in fact," from his bag, he grabbed a single rainbow rose he saved just for her. "i have this flower for you. it reminded me of you."

she smiled, her teeth shining brightly, "thank you, my knight. care to come in?"

kazuha nodded. the door behind him shut closed. she took a deep breath, taking a step forward, her facade as a perfect lady crumbled before him. her hand trembled, reaching out to his cheek, "kazuha," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "you've come back to me." tears began to form, creating little pearls at her eyes.

"i promised that i would." kazuha replied, gently comforting her as she pulled him into a tight embrace, clinging to him as if she might never let go. he wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck, breathing in her familiar scent.

it was the scent of home, of love, of everything that had maintained him during the years they had been apart. kazuha departed from her embrace. he lit the fireplace as it crackled and cackled. he returned to the nook of the bedroom. he carried her to the loveseat, sitting next to her. she gazed into her lover's eyes,

she sniffled, "kazuha, i adore you. although sometimes i wonder if i'd be enough for you?" her snot running down her nose, he quickly retrieved a tissue, wiping the snot from her face.

"you know, i'll always come back to you, princess," he said softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "no matter where I go or what I do, you'll always be the star that guides me home."

she smiled through her tears; her face began to light up. "and you, kazuha, my love, you're the only one who can make this place feel like home." she leaned into him, her body warm and familiar against his. "stay with me, won't you?"

he returned her smile, sweetly, wiping a single tear off her face, "of course, my lady, i wouldn't want to be anywhere else but with you." he pressed a kiss to her head, humming a tune.

she nodded, sniffling, wiping her nose with the tissue kazuha gave her. "thank you, my knight." she rested her head against his shoulder, her breath warm against his neck. "i've missed your stories about your adventures; do tell me, what have you been up to since you left?"

"as you wish, my lady."