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 Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2018 3:44 am
 Asahi Ogawa
Mood: Happy
Money: $250 (wallet), $750 (bank)
Carrying: Wallet and shopping cart
Company: Eiji
ooc: male dryad but they are very similar to nymphs
Asahi blushed lightly and nodded his head. He then placed his cart into Eiji's wheeled shopping cart. "Its nice to make your acquaintance Eiji." Asahi stated. "Thank you for the offer. I greatly appreciate it. As for my housing district I moved into Etoile." Asahi began to slowly walk through the store occasionally peaking over his shoulders to make sure Eiji was following. "What brought you to Soleil?" Asahi asked.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2018 4:03 am
Eiji Clarke
Eiji trailed after Asahi with the trolley. Occasionally he would toss something into it, making sure not to accidentally toss it in Asahi's cart. "A dart." Eiji said with a grin. "I decided it was time for me to hit the road and become independent. Thought the lovebirds could use a house to themselves." Eiji said with a shrug. "I literally tossed a dart at the world map and stuck on this country. Then tossed another one at the country map and Tada! Here I am."
Eiji looked at his watch and mumbled a swear. "I got to go. I was nice chatting with you." Eiji said as he brought their stuff up to the register. While the cashier checked him out he grabbed a pen from the counter and snagged Asahi's hand. "Here's my address. If you ever wanna hang out or something drop on by." Eiji quickly paid for his goods and shot out of the store with his purchases.
{Exit}
Mood: Relaxed
Money: $60.50 (wallet), $900 (bank)
OOC: didn't know there was a difference...
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2018 11:24 pm
xxxx{ ② ωєєк тιмє sкιρ }
→ мσиםαч, נυℓч ②иם ←
םαч ① σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ②⑥⑦ ◦
( ⑧ мσитнs, ②④ םαчs )
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2018 5:24 am
 ꍟᐯ꒒ꀤꌗ ꍟ. ꌗꃅꀤꌃꂦꂦ꓄
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"Keep yourself cool when the storm is rough,
Company: Status: Just himself Wallet: $5,498.5 Home: 1222 Pasadena Housing District Profile: Dossier Mood: Restful Outfit: Sleeveless alpine turtle neck, red/black plaid shirt (tucked), fit worn ash jeans, sneakers. because when you takes things slow, everything goes in your pace."
╠════════════════════════════════╣ A visit to the local grocery store to stock up on a meal that's planned for the day isn't all to bad, a little skip here on the cart, bobbing and weaving there, taking something off the shelf, "Oops! Don't need that," there and returning things after a slight changed of plans. Well there isn't quite much to entice this little musician's taste, but maybe a 2-liter soda could quench some fizzy soda cravings. Suddenly he can't help but hum a tune in his head, though he paused for a bit wondering what genre it would fall in, hmm country with a rap quality, suddenly he begins to beatbox in a hushed yet noticeable tone as he walks around with a basket and single 2-liter bottle of soda. "Oh little clerk where ya at? Cause I need to know where ya keep them six-pack." In tune with the beats he make while strumming an air banjo. Getting only the soda for now and paying for it before heading out. ╠════════════════════════════════╣
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2018 2:02 pm
xxxx → ωєםиєsםαч, נυℓч ④тн ←
םαч ③ σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ②⑥⑨ ◦
( ⑧ мσитнs, ②⑥ םαчs )
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2018 1:13 am
 ❛❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone. You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want. You weren't meant to live a lie. Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.
Let go.❜❜
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It still surprised him how easily swayed he was. All it took was a little persistence and pestering, though he made a mental note to change within the coming days. Then again, he never quite succeeded, did he? He heaved a quiet sigh, tapping his fingers against his thighs while Rigel drove him to the nearest grocery store in downtown.
”You sure you don’t need me to accompany you?” Rigel signed, and the older male took notice of his features that were laced with apparent worry. He leaned towards the steering wheel, narrowing his gaze while he struggled to make out the road before him.
”You’ve asked me the same question thrice, now. I’ll be fine, Rigel. Someone else is accompanying me.” and immediately after saying so, Camil felt the building regret of his life choices as he brought his index finger and thumb to rest against the bridge of his nose.
”Is it a date?” he teased, ”No wonder you were opposed to me following. You ought to invite her over for dinner.”
”And you ought to keep your hands on the steering wheel instead of signing absolute nonsense to me. Hurry on home before Phoebe wakes up to an empty house. She’s been over the clouds lately after you agreed to let her visit your shop.” it was troubling, given the only thing she talked about lately was the long awaited visit, but it was understandable, given how Rigel was the one to pamper their siblings most. The musician opened the door, just enough to slide his umbrella through the small gap before he stepped out into the pouring rain. ”Give me a call once you reach home. Drive safe.” and before the young man had any more open chances to tease his elder sibling, the door was closed and long legs had aided him in his escape towards the grocery shop. There was a bright flash, drowning his vision in white and faint hues of purple before the deep, rolling vibration could be felt through his ears. Thunder. The weather had been gloomy as of late: the breeze cold against his skin, with the occasional droplets of water splashing up against his black jeans as he hurried into the establishment.
Curious eyes were on him while he crossed his arms and stood by the entrance: dressed in full black, with a large black coat draped over his shoulders and a tattoo of a dragon spiraling up his left arm he had just retouched recently peeking out from underneath. His eyebrows were stuck in a mild furrow, half from the frustration of his brother’s request, and another half for having a sudden change of plans in his solo grocery shopping. He’d likely come off as some sort of mobster, however, the manager having been familiar with the young man was quick to reassure their worried customers. Camil couldn’t complain. His appearance looked hardly approachable, and much less unsuitable for a small place such as this, but he was one to keep up a smart appearance regardless. It was simply his rule to look presentable on a day to day basis, be it mere simple tasks.
Golden gaze scanned the streets in search for a familiar figure before his gaze downcast onto the shopping list he held in hand. He figured she should be here soon. If not, he could always grab the ingredients first.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2018 4:46 am
❀ ❝Ⓒⓞⓡⓐⓛⓨⓝ Ⓓⓤⓑⓞⓘⓢ❞ ❀ ══════════════════════════ "There will come a prince, that will see right into my heart." It was like the gods had shown her favor by Camil accepting her proposal to join him, it wasn't quite a proposal if she made it evident that he had no choice in the matter. Without wasting too much time, she tried hurrying off of her bed, stubbing her knee on her nightstand and nearly losing her balance, all without being able to utter an uff - Not that anyone could hear it to begin with. She shook off the pain and went for a quick shower, got dressed in the best she could find - an off-white knit top, black leggings with high boots to protect her from any dampness on the streets. She couldn't help but give her a little extra time looking pretty, braiding up some of her hair with little flower pins to accessorize. Perfume? Yes, perfume! A bag? A watch? maybe a skirt would be bette--wait, wasn't she getting late? Within seconds she was rushing through things. She had no time to tell her guests that she’d be out for the day, neither time to make them a little something to start off the day with their, especially with how much they needed it, she felt a little bad to leave them like this. Although, she couldn’t waste too much time so she left a note to her guests at home reading, ”Good morning!
I hope you slept well! I’m sorry I can’t be around to fix you something to eat, but I’ve shown you where I leave my food supplies so you can help yourselves to anything you like!
Your clothes are in the dryer (just click the button and you can retrieve them) and there’s a spare key under the doormat, if you’re leaving you can lock the house and leave them back there.
Hope you have a great day!
-Coralyn , she picked up a pack of gummies and leaving her place to get a cab to the grocery store. The whole ride she was quite the sight, even though she had no voice, her excitement radiated through her like a bright sunny day. Was all this for that man? Of course, despite the shell he put up before her, he was the best person she even knew of and she might have already started liking him a little more than she should have, but that was secondary. Thinking about him and her little noiseless humming, she missed her stop and had a little problem with driver, giving her quite a flush on her cheeks with a pout on her lips. People could be really mean sometimes when they couldn't clearly understand someone else. As much as the negativity would keep her mind clouded for some time, her focus shifted almost instantly when she noticed a familiar tall figure by the entrance. The petite woman's pace quickened as she went closer, careful not to splash any passers by. Folding up her umbrella, she stopped when she was directly before him, her heart almost racing out of her small frame. So cool..! she thought as she passed a big grin and signed him the same. You look so cool! I'm sorry I kept you waiting, hope I wasn't too late.. the driver dropped me off further ahead. It wasn't his fault, but he could have been nicer about it. It's not like he lost a custome--"Stopping half way, she gave her hands a little shake, a little like a gesture of breaking the sentence for saying too much. "I'm sorry, should we head inside?" Wasn't she a little talkative today? Stepping inside with him, she would set her umbrella up on the stand and waited while he did the same, pulling out a shopping cart in case he'd need a lot of items. "Are you having a party? Or guests over? Am I invited too?" she signed, passing him a little grin as she signed the last part almost like she knew he wouldn't deny her. If he did though, she'd assume it was someone important. Although, if it was her, she'd still have him around, he was her 'best friend' after all, even if he wouldn't think so about her. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Company: Camil || Mood: Excited || Single || ❀ || Where: The grocery store || Listening to: || OOTD: A snowdog?
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Edit Apologies for missing out the important details v u v; for the record, because Erik’s clothes were wet, she lent him some baggy clothes (cause she’s tiny) and put his in the dryer o 3 o
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2018 10:07 pm
❛❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone. You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want. You weren't meant to live a lie. Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.
Let go.❜❜
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His index finger tapped against the arm of which his hand was crossed above, out of frustration and indecisiveness -and perhaps a little of impatience-, while his gaze fixed onto the small piece of paper he held in hand, of items crossed out and rewrote when he altered the recipes and ingredients he needed. Unknowingly, the young man was actually quite thankful he could hear little to nothing. His silent mind was his safe haven when things get a tad overwhelming, with nothing present except the deep vibrations he could feel, as though he was a lone man submerged in the vast ocean, where the cold water hugged his slender frame like a mother’s warm embrace.
With only two grown men and a child, Camil eventually decided on the two dishes he felt he was the most comfortable with, and of course, Lyra’s top favourites: Boeuf aux carottes, and gigot d’agneau, beef with carrots, and roast leg of lamb. His phone buzzed in his pocket, snapping him out of his thoughts. Slender fingers reached for his device, unlocking the screen only to receive a picture of both Rigel, and Lyra. Her hair was dark, and wavy, cupping her face in a doll-like fashion. Her eyes were gold, molten, a similar shade of shimmering galaxy. A smile worked against the corner of his lips, curving it upwards into a smile, engaging the dimple upon his cheeks. Any signs of frustration on his features disappeared in an instant, replaced instead by softened, and loving expression. He was different with his family, doting, loving, everything unlike what he showed others on a day to day basis. However, it all ceased the moment a familiar scent invaded his senses. She smelled of primrose, and daisies, with a fine hint of cinnamon. His gaze flicked upwards, meeting a pair of light coloured hues. He couldn’t tell, but he was sure it was a wondrous colour, like the sky, like the ocean.
”You’re late.” he stated, gazing at her in silence after having uttered a compliment. It wasn’t the first he’s heard of it, though it mostly brought back memories that were less than pleasant. But nonetheless, he did symphatize with her unfortunate encounter. It was hard to expect everyone to be equally patient with individuals like them. ”We shall, lest you catch a cold in this harsh weather.”
Gloved hands reached towards the shopping cart, only to realize that she had already beaten him to it. Instead, he’d opt to walk beside her, with a hand guiding the cart to their respective destinations. ”Would you be so kind as to grab the heavy cream on your end, my dear?” he stated, before tossing a bag of dark chocolate into the steel confinements. It wasn’t so much of an intimate pet name, but rather a title he casually called, as did his family towards others. It was a habit, but it seems to have caused misunderstandings to arise within days of the past.
"Are you having a party? Or guests over? Am I invited too?" her grin did not go unnoticed, and the young man chose to ignore her last question. It was a family dinner, though if it was any other occasion, perhaps she would be invited. Perhaps. He huffed, tearing his gaze away from her and instead, crossed out the items in his list. Did he really need to get a new bottle of red wine? He was sure he brought a bottle or two with him when he moved.
”A loved one came over.” he answered, though calling her a loved one seemed like an understatement. She was his dearest heart, the soul of the family, given being the only girl, and the youngest among all six children. ”It’s Lyra’s birthday, and since I don’t get to meet her often, I thought it would be nice to at least prepare her favourite dishes for dinner.” and it was once again, in those rare moments where his lips unknowingly curved upwards into a smile, and his tensed features softened. In those short moments, he seemed approachable, more gentle, lacking the less than pleasant demeanor that passers by earlier avoided him for. Then again, it could be because of his clothing choices. Maybe a coat was too much?
”I was wondering..” he paused, turning back to the woman responsible of this forced companionship. ”Should I stick to wine for the braised beef, or substitute it with beef bouillon? I’m having trouble deciding which would have a better taste.”
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Out.Of.Crocodiles: nahh it's fine. I'm a little rusty too.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2018 11:33 pm
❀ ❝Ⓒⓞⓡⓐⓛⓨⓝ Ⓓⓤⓑⓞⓘⓢ❞ ❀ ══════════════════════════ "There will come a prince, that will see right into my heart." Coralyn could have sworn she caught him smiling right before she stepped closer, looking into his phone? Was it something someone sent or, a picture of someone? She'd ponder but with him reverting back to himself when he'd notice her there, it all faded away with her own emotions overpowering the situation. It wasn't often that he'd accept her compliments, not to mention even call her a creep if she'd end up taking a picture to prove her point. Which brought her to, why didn't she yet? Surely she didn't want to delay him any further, besides, she had ample of time to do so. Following him with one of her own hand on the cart, looking around at the isles as her eyes scanned for the things he'd possibly need, she picked up the heavy cream with a slight nod and almost had placed it in the cart before his words played back in her head. ”Would you be so kind as to grab the heavy cream on your end, my dear?”.. my dear?”. She looked back at him with her cheeks as flushed as they could be, her heart almost stopped on its course like every little angel had come down from heaven and nested on her, congratulating her on that. Not like she heard that often from him and it sure sounded good but, did she have to be a normal individual at this point? Nope, her hand trembled a little as she placed it now in the cart before her eyes cast over to the chocolate?! What was going on? With him not responding to her self invite, it would seem like it was someone important. Although, she did think he was important enough for her to be around if someone important did visit, how was this visit any different? Unless it was someone...more than that? The next words seemed to have quite an effect on her head, "A loved one.." Like, a girlfriend? A fiancé? With him adding to the information only made her believe she could be a girlfriend now, who else would someone put so much effort for? Not to mention how he smiled everytime he mentioned her. As much as she didn't want her expressions to give her away, her shoulders dropped and her gaze shifted from him. All this time and she couldn't tell? Would she be upset if he told her he had gotten Valentine's Day chocolates? Got a peck from this woman? He wouldn't have kept it from his loved one, surely not such crucial information. Was that why he seemed in a better mood? But, why was she so upset? So disheartened? Not like he ever made any claims to her that he'd be hers, besides, they were just friends. Even if there was something, it was probably one sided. With the thoughts clouding her head, her eyes shifted back to him when he spoke up, again. She tried to mask her little moodswing as much as she could but couldn't quite get herself to be as cheery as she usually was. "Do you know what she prefers? I mean, if its a dinner for her, you should go for what her taste buds like."she signed, drawing her lips to pass a smile to him. "If you still are confused, I'd go for bouillon if I didn't know the taster's preference." she added. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Company: Camil || Mood: Excited, tad bit gloomy || Single || ❀ || Where: The grocery store || Listening to: || OOTD: A snowdog?
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2019 2:11 am
❛❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone. You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want. You weren't meant to live a lie. Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.
Let go.❜❜
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Pools of molten golds returned quickly enough to catch her crystal gaze, allowing them to linger for a second longer before they fell to her darkening cheeks. Often times he was told his speech was a tad over the top, that he was a tad too strict when it came to his image. His seating posture was straight, shoulders backwards and chest forward. His footsteps were never loud, he never ran despite in a rush, he brought a hand up whenever he laughed, but never loud. To ‘let loose’ wasn’t exactly something he understood: to shake one’s legs when sitting, to hunch over, to laugh without a care in the world. But alas, he grew up following his parents to multiple formal gala and dinner, taught to behave, taught to be formal, to be no less than the proper gentleman they had expected him to be. But despite so, he kept the sharp-tongue of his, unafraid to point out any mistakes should anyone come to offend him.
But, was it wrong of him to address her with such a name? It was a common pet name for the people within his circle, be it addressed towards a friend, or a loved one. The tremble of her hands did not go unnoticed, however. It only made him question her well-being. ”Is something the matter?”
He carried on, quiet footfalls walking to the other side of the aisles while his free hand guided their shopping cart. The smooth steel felt cold against his gloved fingers, like pin-pricks of needles piercing against his soft skin. He reached forth, stopping mid track to reach for the small bottle of rosemary leaves on the top shelf. At least he had attempted to, until his phone buzzed once more within the depths of his pocket. “Guess what?” the first message read, “Lyra asked where you were, and I told her you were with someone special.” came the second message, causing the musician to furrow his eyebrows in frustration, and as though it wasn’t enough, the third message came, adding the final touches that lead to his eventual burst of regret, and reluctance. “She wants you to invite her over.”
Did she. he replied in disbelief, assuming it was only Rigel’s doing, though soon enough, a video popped up. It was silent, a child with similar features speaking in sign language, and even though her gestures were flawed, Camil understood perfectly what she meant.
“My birthday. Invite. Girlfriend.” her expression was radiant, filled with new found anticipation from the false stories Rigel decided to fill her with. This wasn’t a date, it was supposed to be a quick trip to the grocery shop before rushing home to prepare three dishes before the duo returned home at half past five. Right now, Camil lifted his hand to sneak a quick glance at his watch, a quarter to eleven, leaving him with barely enough time on his hands. Though if he had a helping hand.. Two birds with one stone. Albeit a tad reluctant, not because of inviting her, but more so the misunderstanding on his siblings’ part.
Just remember to collect her birthday cake. was all he decided to reply with before shoving his phone back into his pocket.
He turned around, grasping a small herb bottle in one hand, and the list in another. Thyme. Did he need thyme? His eyes met hers once more, noticing the chatty woman earlier was not reduced to silence, and if he was a mere stranger, he’d have missed the mild gloomy cloud that threatened to shroud over the top of her head. Her eyes were dimmer, the smile on her lips seeming strained in comparison to moments earlier. Had he done something wrong? Did he make a mistake somewhere along the way? Though claiming to not pay much attention to his current companion, he had always looked out for her well-being, despite acting otherwise. She was troublesome, causing more problems for him than helping, but she was a kindhearted soul nonetheless,understanding and patient to a fault. He appreciated her presence nonetheless, a tad more than he cared to admit. ”I’m making boeuf aux carottes, but you may be right, perhaps beef bouillon would be a safer option.” he answered.
”You seem knowledgeable with cooking.” he stated, browsing through the rest of his list, and eventually handing it to her after memorizing half of it. “Could I possibly trouble you by asking for your help? I don’t seem to have enough time to prepare three dishes from scratch.” He was prideful, and stubborn, but for once, he had requested for her help, though it leant more towards.. pleading, in this case. ”Lyra told me to invite you over for dinner. It seems she’s quite keen on meeting you. But if it’s too much to ask-”▇ ▇▇ ▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇Out.Of.Crocodiles:
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2019 3:24 am
❀ ❝Ⓒⓞⓡⓐⓛⓨⓝ Ⓓⓤⓑⓞⓘⓢ❞ ❀ ══════════════════════════ "There will come a prince, that will see right into my heart." Coralyn might have fantasized of moments like these, squealing inaudibly when her favorite characters had little moments of endearing names like these, often times even finding it a little odd when the woman would react similarly; yet here she was doing quite the same. Flustered and highly dysfunctional, she pulled away her gaze from his, looking around at something she could possibly draw less attention to herself with. Her eyes cast back up onto his when he spoke, her cheeks flushed as before and her hues bright and dilated as she struggled with words to sign. Her lips parted almost like she was even ready to speak but her hands took over as quickly as that came. "Nothing!"she signed, passing a grin to show it was all fine, turning around and gently patting her cheeks to snap herself back into it. Focus! she reminded herself before turning back around and passing a smile. Following the taller male as he guided the shopping cart along, she kept her eye out for something she could help him with, considering he had the list and the sense of what he wanted to make for his guest. Before she could let her mind ponder about the said guest, his phone buzzed. Surely, it was the woman he had been expecting, especially with how he seemed to stop what ever it was he was doing to address it. Maybe she was asking him what she should wear? Or telling him that her arrival would be delayed, what ever it was, he didn't seem very happy about it. She wasn't either. She was jealous even if she wouldn't admit it, she didn't like the idea of sharing the one person who she cared for so dearly, with another woman who was possibly his love interest. These feelings were not new to her but she most certainly didn't enjoy them. Thinking of a way to be more useful, she decided to move ahead, probably even give him time to respond to his lover while she wasn't around. But what did he need? He did mention beef so she could go get some meat...but which cut would he prefer? Packed or fresh? All that pondering in her mind as she mindlessly slipped her hand into her purse and pulled out the gummies she had started eating through the ride and popped one little bear at a time. She would offer him some, if he didn't seem to be occupied with his love. The woman cast her gaze back on him while she chewed on her little treat, she might have not noticed how he studied the change in her but with him seeming to make her feel more involved made her smile come off less strained. "I see, well how ever you make it, I'm sure she'll love it because you're putting in all the effort to." she signed with a smile. "I cook for myself every day and would often cook for my sister and her friends back at home." she responded to him, failing to add that it was her sister's way of shunning her away so her friends didn't know that there was a 'special' child in their midst. Although she never took it to her head, she liked having to see their happy faces and experiment with new flavors each time. Taking the list, she'd glance through it and then their cart to check what else they'd need before her ears caught what he had said. She wanted to meet her? Did he mention her to his Girlfriend? Hopefully he didn't specify details of their encounters. Although, part of her lit back up like a match and her smile back in place. As awkward as it would be for her, she wanted to see what his preference was. A 'lady' probably, mannered and stiff like him, well dressed and maybe even taller than her small stature, long beautiful locks and a face flawless as can be? "I can come for some time, maybe help out and leave once I meet her? I don't want to ruin your reunion with her." she would sign, passing a smile as it wouldn't be nice of her to stay even if they insisted, especially if he barely got to spend time with her. Soon enough, Coralyn was close to reflecting her usual cheery self. Unsure herself of how it happened, she decided to go along with it and made a gesture of excitement, pumping her fist up as she took hold of the shopping cart now before placing her foot on it and strolling ahead to try and quicken up their shopping process. Heading for the fresh foods supplies, she picked up the veggies necessary for the dishes he had listed down, onions, garlic, carrots for the same before glancing over if he had been following with the rest. She left the cart around and headed off to get some fresh meat for the same from the aisle close by, thinking if two worked it would be quicker and the sooner they were done, the sooner they could meet. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Company: Camil || Mood: Excited, tad bit gloomy || Single || ❀ || Where: The grocery store || Listening to: || OOTD: A snowdog?
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2019 8:34 am
❛❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone. You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want. You weren't meant to live a lie. Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.
Let go.❜❜
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Embarrassed. Shy gaze that was quickly averted and downcast, with cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, like roses blooming among a white patch of snow. He couldn’t tell the colours, couldn’t ever imagine what it was like despite described to him. Red, you felt through anger, like the harsh flames of a burning fire. Red was hot, like a warning sign that made you want to stay away, like a ticking time bomb. Red was sexy, like the glossy, maroon lipstick against a woman’s luscious lips. But at times red was also romantic. Like roses, symbolizing love. Delicate, like young lives nuzzling against one another in front of a fireplace, like the long red carpet that trailed down the path, leading the bride to her wedding aisle, where her groom stood nervously waiting. But this time, he felt it could be described as adoring. It added to her feminine grace, though it doesn’t show quite as often as the women he met. Still, she can be endearing in her own ways.
"I see, well how ever you make it, I'm sure she'll love it because you're putting in all the effort to."
”Is that so?” he pondered, eventually allowing a smile to finally grace his features in her presence. ”But I suppose the dark chocolate mousse would make up for it.”
His eyebrow raised at her mention of cooking, his molten golds glistening with mild anticipation. Perhaps he could learn a thing or two from her. He wasn’t a bad homecook, just slightly above average, most likely. He’d follow his grandmother wherever she went, recalling the way her wrinkled hand held his smaller one within her hold, firm, but gentle, bathing him in a sense of safety he had dearly missed. ”French cuisine? You are french, no?” his tone was softer, laced with curiosity. She had told him at some point if he recalled correctly, though his mind had grown foggy. Her features lit up, light coloured crystals glistening at his invitation. Was that what she wanted from the beginning? Was it that fun hanging around him? He took a deep breath, running his free hand through his raven locks while he reminisced his past. He was approached for various reasons, some keeping him around as an accessory, some approaching him knowing he had connections with others, there were others who only took pity on him. But this one..
“I can come for some time, maybe help out and leave once I meet her? I don't want to ruin your reunion with her." and before he had a chance to utter a single word, she strolled off, taking his list and his cart along with her. She was genuine, harboring not the slightest bit of ill-intent. She had a kind-hearted soul, honest with her emotions, straightforward though a tad stubborn at times, but not once. Not once despite the unpleasant front he put up whenever she approached him, and he often wondered the reason she stuck around.
”Both Lyra and Rigel are looking forward to having you over, though if you insist, I won’t force you to stay.” he paused, ”I’m sure you’d like to taste the food you made, no?” but alas, he wouldn’t force a decision on her. He wasn’t so sure his siblings would let her off so easily though. Slender fingers were quick to pick out onions, tossing them in the plastic bag. He had carrots back home, but perhaps he could get a little more? Ah, right. Rigel asked him to get some cabbages. Things were easily gathered when they walked their seperate ways, saving him more time when there were four hands instead of two. But one thing in particular he couldn’t quite find..
From one end, he paced back to where the shopping cart was, discarding the items in his hand before he pushed it past the shopping aisles, stopping where the young woman was, but before his lips parted, piercing gaze tunnel-visioned onto the mustard that settled on top of the shelves. The shopping cart settled in front of the shelf with a soft squeak. He stood behind her, his tall figure easily towering over hers. ”Pardon me.” he quietly murmured, reaching a hand up to grab hold of the yellow bottle, unaware that he had sandwiched her between both the shelf, and himself. He’d wonder if he, or anyone else would lose her in a large crowd.
”Roasted leg of lamb, boeuf aux carottes, and dark chocolate mousse should be fine for dinner, yes? I’ve marinated the lamb last night, so that should save us some time.” he murmured, requesting her opinion, but more so speaking to himself. ”Are you lacking anything else?”
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2019 9:50 am
❀ ❝Ⓒⓞⓡⓐⓛⓨⓝ Ⓓⓤⓑⓞⓘⓢ❞ ❀ ══════════════════════════ "There will come a prince, that will see right into my heart." Coralyn's eyes cast up upon him yet again when he spoke, his softening features made her heart skip another beat. His golden hues sparkling through his features, the way his dimple creased even with the slightest smile made her so jealous of the woman that brought it up so often. With a flush back on her cheeks, "Don't think too much about it, I'm sure she'll love it. Regardless of the chocolate mousse." she would sign, surely he loved her too much to not think way too much about it. The petite woman never considered herself a great cook, she simply loved keeping herself occupied for the lack of being able to converse with someone and earn her sister's appreciation even if it was for materialistic reasons. Not that her sister was a monster who couldn't look past her little flaw, but certain things in life made people the way they were, Coralyn believed it was the same for her sister. She nodded to his question, wishing she could respond with a casual 'Oui' but rather would have to settle with a nod. "Not the Parisian kind though, they are a whole different race altogether." she signed with a little chuckle, she didn't mean to belittle them though, it was more like a nod to the diversity in the main city unlike where she lived in. It was nice he was interested, made her feel a little important in his book. "So are you, right?" she signed back at him. As much as she was excited to spend some more time with him, probably even helping out in the kitchen, the thought of his 'amazing' girlfriend made her insecure about herself. What if she was everything she wasn't? Well, most of all she had a voice and probably a beautiful one too. The thoughts all pondered as she picked up the ingredients and placed them in the cart, glancing back at him as he spoke. There were more people, apart from his girlfriend and him? Won't it be odd for him? Unless Rigel was the brother he might have mentioned to her. It made sense to have family around at such a reunion, but her? Maybe if it was okay...she'd probably decide based on how things were at his place. "Do you want me to stay?" she would sign, her cheeks flushing when she realized she did that. Why would he? He had his girlfriend to spend time with, make her feel special, catch up..why would he want her around? Without waiting for a response, she went around to pick up the rest of the condiments for their dish. Walking ahead, she stopped by the sauces, maybe a little soy sauce would enhance the flavor of their dish? But it wouldn't be very 'French' if they did so, to which she decided to look for something else, maybe the can of tomato sauce would do. While she was looking at the packaging date, she did hear Camil pardon himself although didn't realize it was meant for her until she could smell his cologne right over her. Her cheeks were flushed and her skin warm as though with a fever, even if she did try squealing, he wouldn't hear. He smelled so good it was hard not to notice, not to mention his being towered her. She stood there, gripping on the can she held onto, trying to keep it as a barrier between her and the cold metal from the shelves. It wasn't too soon before she attempted to gain his attention, barely taking a step back only to feel his chest against her back. A quick chill ran through her spine, her flush darker than ever as she pursed her lips tight. She did once lean against his chest before, but this felt a lot different, more intimate if she should think so. Assuming she might have failed to get his attention, she moved her palm straight up, the chilly temperature of the can had transferred to her palm which he'd feel too once she placed it on his cheek. "I think we are good, unless you think otherwise." her fingers fumbled as she signed, her cheeks red in embarrassment from what just transpired. "D-Do you have a present for her?" she asked, surely enough he should have got her something if they barely met. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Company: Camil || Mood: Flustered, Excited || Single || ❀ || Where: The grocery store || Listening to: || OOTD: A snowdog?
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2019 11:44 pm
❛❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone. You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want. You weren't meant to live a lie. Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.
Let go.❜❜
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I'm feeling flustered. || I'm speaking to Coralyn. || I'm wearing smart casual || I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank. || I have feelings for no one.
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How is it that she could so easily reassure his worries? A quiet chuckle escaped his lips upon hearing her response, half amused and half delighted at the effect it had on him. Perhaps it was her honesty that made it so believable, that it felt more than just blind optimism. He didn’t answer at first, choosing instead to browse through the things they have in the shopping cart, ranging from heavy cream to onions and rosemary herbs. His footsteps stopped, and he’d shoot her a quick glance that held the finest hint of curiosity and wonder. Honestly speaking, he was as amazed as he was confused. ”You always seem to find the right things to say. It’s quite amusing.” he was usually met with criticism, but it was different this time. Her encouragement left him at ease, but confused. Unsure of how he should answer, how he should act.
She wasn’t all that wrong about Parisians, but Camil would prefer to address them as people who were heavily misunderstood. They were most of the time unfriendly, yes, quite grumpy even to their own people, and it always struck him humorous when others assume he’s one of them. He couldn’t blame them, though, he gave them plenty reason to receive that kind of answer. ”Indeed. Normandy, if I may add.” it was where he grew up, where he had his first performance in the neighbourhood park. The air was fresh, accompanied by the faint scent of morning dew, and blooming wild flowers. He recalled the architecture of his house that stood out from the rest of the neighbourhood, old fashioned and traditional, very much to the liking of his grandmother.
He shook his head, pulling himself away from the bittersweet reverie. There were moments he wished he could turn back time, and this was one of the few. He’d catch her movements from the corner of his eyes, turning his head just in time to catch what she was trying to say: "Do you want me to stay?" she asked, and it rendered him speechless, and at loss for words. Lyra wanted her to, isn’t that reason enough? ”A woman does not let another make her life choices.” he lectured, glancing at her with piercing gaze. Quickly enough, as though realizing what she had said, her cheeks flushed, like the ripening of a tomato fruit and she’d walk off before he had a chance to say anything. It was a habit he noticed. She turns away when she’s embarrassed. His eyes widened, and averted his gaze, raven locks swaying along with the twist of his head.
”But,” his voice raised a tad, loud enough for her to hear, and soft enough to not cause a disturbance, ”If I said it’d be nice if you stayed?” it was only reasonable if she had. He hated feeling indebted to another person, and he supposed there was no need to concern herself too much over a mere gathering among siblings? Nonetheless, her decision was hers, and hers alone to make.
He had unintentionally cornered her, intending to reach for the bottle of mustard that added to the last of his shopping list. The fragrance of daisies were strong when her back pressed against his chest, like the gentle breeze in mid-spring where flowers were in full bloom. She was dainty and small, unalike the people that chose to approach him. Tall, slender. Pretentious. It wqs a surprising change, different, but welcomed. At the unfamiliar warmth, his eyebrows twisted into a mild furrow, and his gaze downcast only to be invited by the cold fingers of her hand against his cheek. Golden hues unintentionally locked onto sapphire blues, and it was only then he noticed how long her lashes were, fluttering with each blink of her eye. Her eyes were crystal gems that glistened beneath the soft interior lights, like the stars in the wondrous galaxy of purples and blues. Her lips were plush, likely a soft pink as others had described to him. Smooth, and soft as he recalled the last time they were pressed against his cheek. He was quiet and still, where the sound of heartbeats amplified in his ears, though quite unsure just who it belonged to. He heaved a quiet, minty breath, feeling the same heat cloud his cheeks as it did hers. ”No, we’re-- I suppose we’ve gotten enough.” he took a step backwards, turning away to discard the bottle of mustard into the cart. His cheeks flushed a delicate pink, curtaining golden orbs behind dark lashes as he averted his gaze. He won’t deny he had been captivated, albeit only for a short moment.
"D-Do you have a present for her?"
”I do.” his voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as he answered. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small black velvet case. Swift fingers popped it open, revealing the interior lined with smooth, golden silk fabric, where a rose gold necklace settled. It was a quartz necklace that was smoothed down into a rounded pendant, in the soft hue of delicate pink. ”Lyra’s eyes lit up when she first laid eyes on it yesterday. It’s quite easy to tell she wanted it despite the lack of words on her part. I figured I might as well have Rigel drive me there to pick it up before coming here.” and despite knowing a jeweled necklace was too much for a child like her, Camil made the purchase nonetheless, if it meant it could put a smile on her face. She is, after all, their princess.
”Come, let us make haste, lest we end up late with the preparation.”
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Out.Of.Crocodiles: LOL. What remark?
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2019 6:30 am
❀ ❝Ⓒⓞⓡⓐⓛⓨⓝ Ⓓⓤⓑⓞⓘⓢ❞ ❀ ══════════════════════════ "There will come a prince, that will see right into my heart." Hearing the male chuckle made her feel at ease. How long had it been since she had heard it? Quite a long time if she recalled, although it always brought her a sense of accomplishment. She wasn't sure what she did that brought him to chuckle but she was happy he did. Soon enough though, she might have understood the reason why when he'd speak, but why? She had only stated what she felt and didn't see how it would be the right thing to say? Maybe how she said it? Either way she wouldn't ponder much on it and smile, "Thank you, I suppose. I just feel people are appreciative of things even if they don't show it often?" she would sign with a smile. She didn't know for sure if Lyra was the same, but considering she was special to him and surely the feelings were mutual, she would be appreciative. Coralyn, on the contrary, seemed like someone from the country. As much as she grew up in the city, among the vast majority of the working class, she loved the country more than anything. Her grandparents and extended family lived toward the country and she often paid them a visit during her holidays and him bringing up Normandy was just like a blast of nostalgia. Sure she didn't live there, but she went on a short trip, sightseeing mostly. "I've been there once, Normandy is a great place..." she would sign. She thought back if she had told him where she lived, unsure if she did she left it to if he'd want to know. Lyon was where she was from and growing up around a bunch of markets with various kinds of foods did aid to her interest in food. Puffing her cheeks lightly from the disappointment of being lectured, she looked away for a moment with her arms crossed across her chest. Her cheeks were still flushed from embarrassment. It wasn't a 'Life choice' as gravely as he put it, it was simply a question if he wanted her around as much as his company would. Her features would soften instantly upon hearing what he had to say, a smile tugging on her lips as she almost instantly forgot all her cares in the world. "I'll consider it." she smirked as she signed. The little encounter they had started to grab some attention, she could hear the chatter among women exclaiming how cute the couple was, how such an aloof yet handsome man could seem so passionate and loving at the same time. Some even exclaiming how jealous they were, causing her cheeks to flush darker the more she heard them. It all faded when their eyes met, like his golden ones drew her into them. They didn't have to be doing anything, just watching each other felt like she could pass eternity. Well, eternity might be stretching it, but she wouldn't mind watching him none the less. Taking into account his most noticeable features, his raven hair that complemented his tan so well, his sharp features that could make any girl swoon. Her fingers twitched almost tempting her to graze along his smooth skin where she once had left her mark. Too bad he wasn't hers, was the thought that ran through her head as he stepped away, her hues not parting from him as she'd study him, the flush on his cheeks. Shifting her hues over to the velvet case he pulled out, watching as he revealed the lovely piece of jewelry that he bought her. Someone special alright, to deserve something so beautiful. Her mind played thoughts of him putting it on said mystery woman, even having to reach in with his teeth to make sure it was tightly clasped. The last part might have made her shudder a little but she shook it off and reminded herself to avoid watching too many romantic shows. "That's really sweet of you to have noticed, I'm sure she'll love it." she smiled. Coralyn herself was a feminine woman too, she too adored wearing a little bling as long as it was dainty but often she refrained from wearing things that could bring attention to her neck from the scar tissue. As much as it nearly blended to her skin and she didn't seem to have a problem with the neckline of her clothes, she figured the more she played it normal the more people wouldn't ponder over it. Nodding to his suggestion of quickening the process, she'd pass a smile, now curious even more about the mystery lady and their relation as she pushed the cart along almost wishing they could just skip ahead on time and meet her already. Soon, soon they'd meet; the thought was what kept her going. Confirming that they didn't need anything else to go, she lead them to the counter to check their things out before they could leave. She'd let the attender do her job, catching her glance at the tall male ever so often as she'd scan the bars on the items they bought with a faint blush. Part of her wanted to laugh, another just kept to smiling like a goof as she watched, wanting to use this to tease him later on and probably make up a little scenario where she'd even ask him to go out with her. Catching the male notice his company grinning at him like a goof, she'd hold up her index and thumb in a little heart symbol with a childish grin. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Company: Camil || Mood: Flustered, Excited || Single || ❀ || Where: The grocery store || Listening to: || OOTD: A snowdog?
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