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What’s up boys, it’s me, ya demon.

Jokes aside, if you’d be interesting in rping with a Devil May Cry OC (DMC 4 and 5 centric) then maybe hit that Like or Reblog button? Sage is a human OC with some demonic influences cause aren’t parasites a great thing? Written by Chess. 

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Worry creases in brow further, eyes shining with concern, if that concern had been a pool of water it would’ve surely stung on cheeks by now and spilled over the edge in a raging flurry, unable to stop. Mouth can’t seem to draw itself into one expression or another, lips pressed together, muffled noises and words of distress never quite leaving, only echoing out as the odd sound or two, as lips twitch and quiver. Hands tempted to be brought close to teeth, so that they could grind and bite down harshly on short nails in nervousness that itched all over. 

Feet shuffle to the side slightly, although still standing in the same spot, fingers grasping at the edges of fabric, grabbing and releasing, grabbing and releasing. Blue hues continue to bore at her, staring, as he fidgets around for what feels like forever. She says hearts can’t explode, but her’s hardly even beats at all! What if there’s an exception? How could she be so… so… calm about this! 

…

Actually, he might be the one to explode at this rate.

“Dude, that doesn’t sound fine at all!” 

All pent up distress spills out in a shout, tightness built up from standing glued in the same spot in concern let lose, with feet now choosing to pace back and forth, teeth finally biting at nails, all movement only stopping when he chooses to look at her, pointing his finger out. “There’s gotta be something we can do!” Tone raises in volume and in pitch, care and distress both leaking through. Her not having a heartbeat had already worried him enough… but maybe there was some kind of explanation! This was Tea Girl after all… she wasn’t exaclty normal. Maybe she just didn’t have one… that and a million other thoughts had tried to run their course through his head, but now… 

Now he doesn’t know what to feel but worry! If her actions after were meant to reassure him, yes, she does have a heartbeat… but, it’s just way too honking slow! Agonizing moments had passed before he heard the thump of a beating heart and it was unbearably slow. Yes… this was Tea Girl, but this was just… way too concerning! 

Pacing is picked back up with speed, his own heart the complete opposite to her slow beating one, it might jump out of his chest at any moment, nerves frazzled and mind worked up trying to come up with solutions to help her. None of them would ever compare to his sister’s… but they might not have time to go get her! 

“Oh! Maybe I can cast a Haste spell on your heart!” That would certainly help her heart beat at a normal rate but… what if it was too dangerous? Eyes light up for a second, only for that light to be sapped in a second, movement resumed. “Uh… Oh! I know! You can ask Enna Kros!” 

…Wait… Who was he kidding, they can’t rely on Enna Kros to help her! 

“Aghh! Dude there’s gotta be something!” Feet stop abruptly, fingers curling up in hair and tugging frustratedly, the pull painful, but ignored as teeth grit together. Tea Girl was used to this… that’s the only reason she’s acting so calm! Well… that and she always acted like… this… but what if her life really was in danger this whole time and she just didn’t know?! Why was he so useless?! There has to be something! 

Think…

Think! 

The fact that he was so concerned, so worried...it confused The Girl considerably. It’s just how things worked, she had never once questioned why her heartbeat was so slow. Only on occasion was it even a burdened, was it even noticeable and effected how she worked. She worked with time, so that’s why her own was slowed. That’s how she had always looked at it.

“Lann...--” The Girl started when the boy started to pace. He starts to bring up Enna Kros, and the Girl pauses for a moment. What she wouldn’t give to have a cup of tea with her friend again - but that wasn’t going to happen. Enna was far to busy and---

A small huff leaves her, and she puts her hands on her hips. “You know, I was joking about the whole exploding thing.” Or, she had been trying to. But she wasn’t one to make jokes often, so maybe it was just in bad taste? Or Lann didn’t catch it. Whatever it was, the girl shook her head and let her arms fall back down to her sides. 

She stepped up to him and tugged on one wrist, pulling his fingers away from his hair and gently placed his hand down at his side. She then did the same thing to the other. “Not having a normal heartbeat isn’t that strange.” She had mentioned that she wasn’t a god in the way reynn was thinking of, but....she was one. Just...-- well, she didn’t want to say it aloud. If anything she didn’t want to ruin the image of Lann thinking of her as anything but that. That would be nice.

But she knows Lann is smarter than he gives himself credit for. And she knows he probably has already considered the fact that she wasn’t human. 

“I’m fine this way, isn’t that enough - Lann?”

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friendly reminder that i literally, actually cannot die, and id love to see any of you fuckers try to take me down

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Even she had to jump at the sudden shriek, hands coming up to place themselves over her ears. My my, what a loud noise! Even with all of Reynn’s talking and questions, she didn’t think the other girl could reach such a noise! 

“Do you always yell at people who visit you in your dreams? That’s rather rude.” The girl scolded, or maybe it would have sounded like it if she hadn’t always spoken in monotone. Regardless, her hands come down and place themselves on her hips. 

“Still, if that was the answer to the ‘how are you doing’ question, I would have to guess that it’s…..’not to well’. Is my guess right?”

| 💠 |  “Wha-Wha!” The girl gasps in a manner which could express just how offended she is, and her tone still holds a rather high pitch in her stuttering. Why was she the problem here?! She never had anyone visit her dreams! How else was she supposed to react?!

“No one has ever visited my dreams, just for your information!” Placing her hands on her hips as she huffs. Turning her head to survey the area around them. Were they actually in a dream? Her dream? Somehow it felt as if she was awake now and not in a dream. She would blame Tea Girl for that.

“Well, it’s not everyday someone interrupts my sleep. Can’t you just wake me up in the real world instead of communicating through a dream?” Really, it was unnecessary and arbitrary to do this!

This was The Girl Who Forgot Her Name, though, and she didn’t seem to do anything in a way which was “normal”.  | 💠 | 

“For obvious reasons, I imagine.” The Girl said back instantly with a tilt of her head. If she acted like this to all her guests then its a wonder why no one would visit! But that wasn’t the point,  and finally Reynn seems to calm down. She’s asking her questions again, and that’s always a sign that Reynn was doing just fine.

“And you’re not sleeping in Nine Wood Hills, so no. I couldn’t go wake you up.” Technically the Girl could go to grymiore, but....there were complications that came with that. Complications she was never to sure if she wanted to deal with.

“I was only checking in. You and Lann haven’t come in for a while.” Was she actually worried? Maybe. 

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CHECKMATE. I got time and muse before work so i’m gonna try to reply to a few things and shove them in my queue

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CHECKMATE. Here’s a small inbox call!! Like this for a tea girl in your inbox, i’ll either send a meme you’ve reblogged recently or improvise. 

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CHECKMATE. Sorry I haven’t been on here! IRL got really crazy and I’ve been sticking more to @heartsmithed but i’m def gonna try to get better at juggling blogs and try to get over here a little more often

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“Do you think even the worst person can change…? That everyone can be a good person if they just try?”

“Hm.” Normally she wouldn’t answer such questions - and just tell someone to stop asking them. But it makes her think, really think. She’s seen so much bad, and so much good, and so much gray, she doesn’t think she’s even qualified to answer. 

Still, he’s standing there expecting an answer. This boy hasn’t asked as many questions as the twins have, so maybe she’ll cut him a break. Just this once.

“I suppose anything is possible, with a little bit of time and fantasy.” She said with a tilt of her head, clasping her hands infront of her middle. She’s not the best of people either, but she’s sure she isn’t a ‘worst person’, right? 

hm, a thought for another time. 

“But I suppose that’s if the person wants to change aswell. Sometimes others will want to force change on them, and that’ll likely make things worse. Some people….are just bad, you know? Some people are just stuck in what they believe. There’s nothing wrong with that, even if it does get in the way of what you think.”

Some people are just stuck….she puts a hand to her chest.

“Why ask such a question?” She hummed, taking a sip of her tea. “These are alot of heavy thoughts to have before we’ve even had cake.”

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CHECKMATE. Here’s a small inbox call!! Like this for a tea girl in your inbox, i’ll either send a meme you’ve reblogged recently or improvise. 

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the great thing about loving minor characters is that nobody can tell me that something ISN’T true… cuz like… says who? the creators? no. in fact, the creators said nothing.

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CHECKMATE. Here’s a small inbox call!! Like this for a tea girl in your inbox, i’ll either send a meme you’ve reblogged recently or improvise. 

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Hey do you like obscure characters?? Do you like video game characters that even within their game are video game characters?? Do you like the night sky and pretty girls?? Then maybe consider liking / rebloging this if you’d be interested in rping with Hoshiko from Verum Rex / Kingodm Hearts 3!! Hoshiko a headcanon name for her as we weren’t given an official one (just another crime that nomura has committed smh. when will our suffering end?)

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CHECKMATE. Here’s a small inbox call!! Like this for a tea girl in your inbox, i’ll either send a meme you’ve reblogged recently or improvise. 

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"I’ll protect you."

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Send “I’ll protect you” for my Muse’s reaction.

{Accepting}

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No. That wasn’t right. No… he didn’t deserve to be protected. He wasn’t needed. Grymoire didn’t need him. They only needed a competent Mirage Keeper. They didn’t need some incompetent Mirage Keeper like him. They didn’t need just some dummy. They didn’t need some useless Mirage Keeper. Really, they only need one. He wasn’t… 

Grymoire wouldn’t miss someone like him. No one would. Some idiot. Some demon. Some… but Tea Girl… maybe the same thought plagued her mind too, but… she couldn’t get hurt or die protecting him… because he would miss her. Because he… No, because Reynn needed her. Reynn didn’t really need him. Sometimes that thought would worm up and it made his throat burn and his stomach churn, because he knows it’s true, all he has ever done is drag her down. 

Despite knowing. Despite, Lann can’t help but take comfort in hearing her words. He didn’t want to pull anyone into his mistakes, his burden to hold; not anymore, but so often he found himself crawling back to her room. It offered solace when sometimes not even behind the counters of a cafe did. A dark place for suffocating thoughts. A place perfect for patching together a facade close to splitting at seams, even if it turned out more messy, more stitches out of place than before… it was enough to hold for a little longer.

She didn’t tell. She never told. She never said a thing of crumpled smiles, of bags under eyes, of thoughts that swallowed him whole, of tears, of cuts and bruises on the heart, sometimes on skin from trying to do things by himself. When he came in as a pair, she never said. He’d say something dumb and it’d be met with harsh words and the roll of eyes, and she would stand there listening to them and never say a word of those broken parts of him. 

Selfishly knowing a mask wouldn’t be revealed, when not wishing to hide tears in his their broken Nine Wood Hills he… 

Arms fold elbows resting on table, head lowered to lay against self made pillow, eyelids feeling heavy, sunk in circles more obvious against fair skin than usual. He doesn’t… deserve it. Nor does he know if she means to protect him in reality or in his dreams, but even if he doesn’t deserve it, Lann craves it, warmth and comfort, a feeling that becomes more and more distant. He craves just one dream, one dream, just once, to no longer be woken in a cold sweat and shaky hands of a Nightmare. Oh, how he deserves each of those. All who had suffered… he needed to suffer twice as much, and hadn’t even yet. 

But just once, just once… He’s selfish, he knows. 

It’s selfish. It’s selfish, but he’s just so tired. Tired in more than one way, his walls are breaking down faster than he can reinforce them. How was he supposed to make up for everything, how was he supposed to help if he crumbles? How was he gonna hide from Reynn any longer? Her shoulders already held the weight of his mistakes he can’t break in front of her too. If he did… she’d probably hate him more. 

Lann can’t bear the thought of her despising him to the very core of her soul. If that happened. He doesn’t know if he’d be able to not crack under sharp words thrown at him. Knowing… 

Neck is craned his head lifted, chin digging into the bare of skin, a half hearted laugh spilling from lips, exhaustion reflected in eyes. “You know, if Sis heard you say that she’d probably get mad at me.” Or maybe Tama, or both, asking what he had done to her to make her say such a thing. Not that he’d be able to blame them for questioning it. He didn’t get why anyone would do that for him… 

He buries his face into the crook of his arm, breath warm and tickling against skin, a huff of air let out. He doesn’t know if she really has the power to chase away Nightmares, or if perhaps she’s just protecting him from Reynn’s ‘reynn’ of fury, allowing a moment of respite if his twin found him in the void of a room, resting his eyes for just a moment, but either way he trusts her. 

“Hey… Tea Girl…? Can you maybe…” His eyes slip shut, words barely a whisper turning into a mumble near the end, until slipping off completely into soft breaths of air that echo out, never finished. If she really had the power to control dreams, as a last selfish request, he was hoping for a happy one, that feeling of a life filled with happiness was ever fleeting and fingers never quite could keep a hold on such a thing. If he could have just one dream in his fake Nine Wood Hills, a normal life, a peaceful life, if just for once more, since he never actually had a life like that. Not a real one. Just once more he wants to remember what it was like. To live like that. 

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Heartbeat | Accepting!

She’s not sure how they had gotten in this situation, but they were and she supposed that’s what mattered. She patted his head as his ear rested against her chest - but it was a fleeting moment as soon he was reeling back.

She could hear him stutter, something about her not having a heartbeat, she only gave a small smile and grabbed his hand.

“You didn’t listen for long enough, silly.” She pulls him back and he gives her a worried look before going back to his position before. The wait is longer this time, and the more time goes on the more she could feel Lann get restless. But finally, it came. the short, soft, thump of her heart. Lann’s breath became still as he listened, and for a few seconds afterwards before he’s pulling away and giving her an even more worried look (if that was possible).

“See? It beats.” The Girl didn’t seem phased. “Just….slowly. Like only on tick and never on tock.” Except she knows the pause is longer than that. 

“Why do you look like that? It’s fine. I’ve always been this way.” She said with a tilt of her head. “It doesn’t do much to effect me, except maybe I can’t run without feeling as if it will explode. But I don’t think hearts can actually explode.” 

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Czeslaw Milosz, Notebook.