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[magicalheirponsol]

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[✧･ﾟ *♚*･ﾟ✧ ]

Ponsol was quite pleased to see that Nunnally enjoyed the bouquet of flowers that he’d prepared for her. The custom of gifting something a month after valentine’s day was simply a custom that his mother had taught him and his brother from early on and it was something that continued into his adult years. Even if it was a custom that most Euro-centric people weren’t aware of, he would still continue the custom. Who didn’t enjoy surprise gifts, after all?

      ❝Excellent, we can decide on a time in the future. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the sight.❞

While he mostly didn’t care for others apart from how useful they could be for networking purposes, he’d always had a great care for plants. If one were to ask him if he thought his plants or humanity was more important, he’d easily answer with his plants. They were his companions and his confidants. They respond well to his care and they gave him a sense of fulfillment to see that they were growing so well under his care. Well, it wasn’t as though he alone tended to them all. He did hire specialists to help him manage all the plants in the greenhouse.

Still, he was the one who planted the seeds, designed their care routine, and also decide where to plant everything to fit his aesthetic vision. On the topic of bringing her painting supplies or drawing his flowers, he nods in response. He too has taken the time to make art of his flowers, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she were to be struck with inspiration upon gazing upon them and wish to draw them for herself. He had a green thumb, he was intelligent, he was charismatic, of good lineage, handsome, artistic, and so much more. Truly, he was that grand of a specimen if he could say so himself.

(Well there was one person who did exceed him in certain aspects, but he wouldn’t dwell on that for long.)

      ❝I do enjoy many flowers, but I do have a strong preference for Jasmines. I also like the cute flowers that bloom from the common spider plant. That one, I raise in my home. Her name is Matilda.❞

It was very rare for anyone to come to ‘meet’ Matilda as Ponsol was quite protective of that plant in particular. Even his elder brother was usually met with a stare of scrutiny if he wished to see the plant.

      ❝Oh? I’m honored by the invitation, I would very much enjoy to see what you’ve created to show in an art exhibition. I do dabble in some art myself.❞

Charity events were also a good way to make more connections with other people, so he would be remiss to miss out on such a chance. Seeing her style of art was also an interesting way of trying to understand her better. Did she have a more simplistic style? Complex? Did she make art more with feeling, or did she prioritize mastery of craft? Perhaps she was abstract? There was much one could extrapolate from how they go about making art.

[kkkindered]

@lured-into-wonderland inquired ;

[ AWKWARD ]: after a particularly rough first encounter, the sender meets the receiver again, and awkwardly greets them with more than a touch of embarrassment. for Kio in mafia au

from here. [ A C C E P T I N G ]

It's times like these that Kio wonders if he seems nicer than he actually is.

His hair is a mess. Up and out in directions, he knows that aren't agreeing with physics. Bonnet half off his head, and his eyes are barely opened to begin with. Stripped bare save for the basketball shorts that are hanging off of his hips.

He's had a long two days. Hasn't slept. He isn't counting the three hours he just had. Those weren't seamless. Interrupted by ceaseless knocking that he would have ignored if it wasn't for the headache it would cost.

Playing clean up for a princess that runs her mouth and promptly forgets is tiring. Him warming under ego boosters will always steer him wrong. She seemed sorry enough. Sure. But it didn't clear him from running around wild making amends.

❝ Hi. ❞ It's gruff from sleep.

It was any more awake he'd settle the prissy princess with a glare but he isn't so he shifts away from crowding the door to make space.

At least she has the decency to feel ashamed knowing how sideways their first meeting went.

He gives up on waiting to see if she enters and moves entirely from the door. Sulking his way to his couch and setting himself down heavily. She had better. He doesn't think he has it in him to get back and walk back over there.

Arm slung over his eyes.

A long start to a long day.

❝ What happened? Are you hurt or somethin’? ❞

[untoterxhund]

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@lured-into-wonderland said:

The princess couldn’t sleep. Nothing new for her, but yet it seemed she was waking up earlier and earlier. She stood up, although somewhat reluctantly leaving the warmth of her covers. Nunnally shivered as her bare foot touched the wooden floor. Quickly wrapping that warm richly embroidered robe around herself. She walked to the window and opened the curtains, hoping she’d see the dawn, but the moon was still high on the night sky. Middle of the night; she assumed. The princess looked at the clock, and then considered calling a maid to read to her. Or simply going back to bed and staring at the ceiling. Finally, she opened the door into another room, and then walked outside into the corridor. It was colder there; much colder actually. She started walking unbothered by the guards ,who were used to princess's night walks. But today her light steps carried her into a different destination than usual. When Nunnally reached that door, she hesitated. For a mere second she was to come back, but then she knocked and without waiting for a reply, she entered the room: -- “I couldn’t sleep.” – she stated the obvious; it was his day (and night) off and she felt bad about disturbing Cheng Zhi, but still the princess decided to follow her whim. Nunnally sat on the sofa and complained – “It’s cold here.”

// Shifts in the household was on standard rotation, much to how his agency would plan it if he was catering to individuals. The structure was a little unorthodox, considering Nunnally's security detail was made up of different security guards from different agencies, it almost seemed that his employer didn't want them to be friendly or familiar with each other. Although lonely, Cheng Zhi didn't mind, he could always go out on his days off.

The knock that came to the door was soft, and he immediately knew who it was, relaxing his shoulders. He left the door open, taking a seat so he could see who else would approach, but it's blind spot. This wasn't the first time he has been visited and it wasn't the last, so he did change up the layout of the room, especially the sofa Nunnally would sit to ensure she was at the safest position.

A young lady, furthermore his client, visiting him at odd hours would surely be a scandal. If her father and employer found out about this, he wondered if he would be fired on the spot. He pulled a blanket from his bed, the sheet cold considering he hadn't laid on it yet, and draped it over her shoulders.

" You're lucky I was still awake, what if I had been sleeping, miss? "

[swordduels]

💬 (Assuming they have phones)

send me 💬 or "unsent texts" i'll share three texts my muse typed but never sent yours. Modern setting To prude princess: We could crush patriarchy if you grew a spine, darling. To prude princess: Your obsession with me is really cute and I can guide you into the wild world of saphic love <3 If you are willing to explore your sexuality <3

To prude princess: I'm sorry Mun talking: And no, I won't give away what the context is :''3 @lured-into-wonderland

[astarab1aze]

❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞ for Fuu

Sitting in the twilight of his room at the top of the Nighthouse tower, he never expected to hear from a demon about honesty, leaving aside the fact this demon was Nunnaly, and that they were tied to each other in some fashion by the Fates themselves. Forced into proximity one way or another, kept together by the constraints of Furie's duty as an Oracle, and Nunnaly's chancing upon him; Or was it so simple? Could it ever be so simple? He almost laughed, but he stifled what would've been a garbled, indistinct mess of a sound, turning toward the window and looking out over the Mirewood beyond, dark, mystifying swamp life shivering in the light of the afternoon sun.

What was there to be honest about? His disdain for their shared circumstances? She already knew that well and fine enough. It wasn't as if being stuck, perhaps literally, together was favorable to her in any way - aimlessly meandering through the sermonized trudgery of Mauszan doctrine ought to have been a headache in and of itself to start with, just as attending lavish devil parties both seen and entirely ignored out of spite had been to him. He was grateful they were nothing like vampire parties - glorified orgies, they were, bloody messes always resulting in pointless death in honor of their hideous god. He wouldn't even dare think His unholy name - may He rot in the festering lake for as long as the Fates may reign. All besides the point, however. Furie's personal beef with Sanguinarian cultists and their fell god had no bearing on the here and now. The fact of the matter was, he couldn't fathom this being in any profitable for her!

No one liked sitting in on long, stuffy sermons of any dogmatic tradition; Were it not for the nightfolk cultural obsession with dramatics and dogma itself, they wouldn't either. Even Furie, who had long since his fiancee's death become disillusioned with the church, would not have bothered unlocking the mahogany doors. Or maybe he would have, obligation to guide his every step, divine compulsion to force him into compliance in even the smallest of tasks. Spending time with him was, no doubt, an obnoxious manner of time-wasting, no matter what they might've experienced here and there from time to time. Magic was commonplace, nothing to gawk at whan a canopy of every-moving, ever-changing cosmic bodies moved overhead, violet and starlight shooting across the room in delightfully straightforward displays of the stars above the twilight, the bounds of earth's atmosphere.

He did a fantastic job of distracting himself from the core of her statement, removing himself from it as far as he could manage, gaze following the rush of sighs between the boughs of giant gangrove lilies and brachio freshly budding in the slow churn of time.

"What do you think I have to say to you?" Words tumbling out of his mouth, an opportunity to speak properly and straightforwardly with her - granted by his most horrid of deities. He licked his lips, jaw aching from lack of use, throat burning, all of which he ignored. "What do you think I'm dishonest about?" Words of a snake, perhaps, amusement replaced by unnecessary defense mechanisms. "What are you hoping to gain by picking me apart in the idle time we have together?"

He turned away from the window, lilac gaze burning in the twilight, hot and cold at once - an amalgam of uncertainty and questioning clear within them, yet devoid of all the bite he might've had once before.

"Insight? Affection? Tsk." He sneered, but it didn't settle into the grooves of his expressions, didn't alter the positioning of iridescent scales. False. "If I felt anything for you, how would it benefit you in any meaningful way? Are you hoping to discover a weakness of mine to exploit later, like everyone else?"

[viciousbite]

Does knowing the other mun make writing threads easier or harder?

Anxious Munday Meme // @lured-into-wonderland

// Easier, so far at least. We don't have to chat constantly, but hearing a word here and there on tags feels nice. But this isn't necessary either. I don't mind writing with people who doesn't talk oocly at all. Cause I understand writing is an escape from real chatter too for some. But for me, if you give me the go to come to your dms whenever to gush about or threads / muses, you may or may not have hard time peeling me off when my ramble moods hits.

[fire-branded]

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There were times when it felt as though his dear wife and he were a world apart -- not just because of the differences in society and customs between Oriflamme and Rosalith, but also because of their differences in opinions. Elwin tried never to take the Archduchess's absences during his departures and upon his returns to heart, because he did understand her stance when it came to the matter of him leading campaigns himself. And though he wished he could bring himself to respect Nunnally's wishes and remain behind, it was one of few decisions that he found himself unable to compromise on. After all, how could he sit behind while knowing that others fought so hard out on the battlefield on their behalf?

If it was House Rosfield's age-old duty to serve and defend the Grand Duchy's people, then he would do so unflinchingly, just as his father and their forebears had done. But there was now something else, too -- a desire, a yearning, to protect Nunnally as well(not that she needed it. She was far more than capable of taking care of herself, a fact which had made him admire her from their first chance meeting, and continued to do so onward 'til this very day). Along this same vein, he found himself thinking more and more of seeing her again during his times away, and it was this thought above all others that urged him to return, no matter what.

In this, he finally fully understood first-hand the sentiments shared by his men, when they spoke fondly of their families back home and held close to their hearts the love of those who awaited them.

Home is not a place; it is the people within it.

Elwin respected Nunnally far too much to demand her presence in public during farewells and greetings. It was something that he wanted her to choose for herself whether or not to do, social etiquette be damned. Besides -- their private moments were more than enough to see him through, to fill his heart with warmth enough to weather even the coldest winters of the far north.

The weight of his steps as he proceeded through the corridors seemed to lighten as the Archduke drew nearer to their chambers, until his fatigue seemed all but gone. The door was eased quietly open, allowing him to enter; no sooner had he crossed the threshold and closed the door behind him then Nunnally was right there with him. Waiting for him here, perhaps, as she had done on their first night of marriage. And in that moment, time felt as though it was slowed down, and Elwin's heart leapt within his chest just as it had back then. Nunnally's natural radiance shown bright as the sun; but it was more than just physical beauty. No, it was so much more than that. When that slender little hand graced him with her touch, the shyness found within her kiss was mirrored by a shy aversion of his gaze. When she spoke, he held each word as dearly as he now held her -- because with a slight shift of stance, his arms wrapped around her to bring her as close as possible. Even her very smile brought a sense of comfort and ease to the man, and it was a beautiful sight to behold, one he would never grow tired of seeing.

In her arms, he was home.

And then a bout of playfulness washed over him. Breaking into a warm smile, and with a soft and adoring expression, Elwin's hands held her waist. Then he lifted his wife so that he could twirl around with her. Was it unbecoming behavior of the rulers of a nation? Maybe so. But their private chambers were, as far as he was concerned, a sort of refuge from the scrutinizing eyes of the nobles in particular, where they could place aside their titles and ranks and simply be.

Politics and other discussions about the state of the realm(particularly where Sanbreque and Rosaria were concerned) could wait. In this moment, he was not Archduke Elwin Rosfield; he was simply Elwin, overjoyed to be in the company of his wife. In this moment... In this deeply personal moment, she was simply Nunnally. He could only hope that the woman would forgive him for viewing her as such, rather than thinking of her only as Her Royal Highness Nunnally Lesage, or Archduchess Nunnally Rosfield.

When Nunnally's feet were returned to the floor, he wasted no time in lifting his hands to her face. With utmost gentleness, her husband cradled it within calloused palms, even as he leaned in to rest his forehead against hers.

"You need not apologize, my dear," Elwin assured, a sentiment punctuated by a kiss to her lips -- lingered there a moment longer to enjoy the softness of hers. Then he nuzzled the tip of his nose playfully against hers before going on to quietly tease: "I missed you as well. Though I deeply appreciate your kindness and consideration... pray permit me to stay here a little longer with you -- if my lady is able to forgive the scent of chocobo, that is."

@lured-into-wonderland

[queenharumiura]

[ META ] + extravagant fashion

[Original] || @lured-into-wonderland ♢      —        send  [ META ] + a word / phrase / person / etc  and i will write a head  canon around it.

I think extravagant fashion is fun, and is definitely something like eye-candy. Haru aspired to be a world famous costume maker, so I o think she'd be interested in things like fashion of all sorts.

It is important to practice with different patterns, fabrics, and styles, so studying a bit of fashion can be good for her.

Lesser known- is that many many MANY years ago, a Hibari gifted Haru with a 'how to make fashionable clothes' book and Haru has NEVER gotten over that offense. She will forever remember that. lol

Ever since, it's been a bit of a blog canon for Haru that she does pay a bit of attention to fashion, even if just to admire it and try to figure out how to recreate it.

[magicalheirponsol]

“Yes or No” for Nunnally

[Original] || @lured-into-wonderland I like to do extra things, so under readmore is some explanations. (At least, I'm assuming that was the meme you were referencing)

Is (Nunnally) Someone You:

• Would Kiss: Yes

• Would Date: Yes

• Would Make Friends With: Yes

• Would Adopt: No

• Would Marry: Yes

• Would Sleep With: No

• Would Live With: Situational yes

• Would Cuddle With: hm... no?

• Would Fight With: hm... yes

• Would Trust: hmmm yes

• Would Dance With: yes

• Would Bathe With: No

• Would Die For: No

• Would Ignore: Yes

• Would Not Care For: ... Yes;;;;

• Would Laugh At: Yes

• Would Cry With: No

• Would Cry For: ... //looks around yes

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Explanations

Is (Nunnally) Someone You:

• Would Kiss: Polite kisses on the back of the hand, or a cheek kiss I could see being acceptable

• Would Date: Dates can be platonic or romantic, so yeah, that's fine.

• Would Make Friends With: They're on the track to becoming actual friends.

• Would Adopt: She still has a parent, and he's not really one to adopt anyone lol

• Would Marry: If it were for a political move or something, and it was suggested with acceptable terms, he'd agree to it.

• Would Sleep With: He's quite picky and stern about who he sleeps with. Paparazzi and such are like bloodhounds, and he's not about to let something become a scandal. He'd only sleep with someone if they were romantically involved.

• Would Live With: You have to be serious with him to have him consider living with someone. Even if he were on vacation with a friend, they have to have separate rooms or something in a hotel. If they rented out a Airbnb, then in a way they're living together. That may be acceptable.

• Would Cuddle With: He's quite stern about who he has physical contact with, especially anything that can be seen as intimate. Unless he's quite close to someone romantically, this aint happening.

• Would Fight With: It could probably happen. He's got a temper and a rude mouth lol

• Would Trust: For now... he trusts her and her goodwill, but he's still wary, as he always is.

• Would Dance With: If they had to dance together because they were at a party or something, yeah.

• Would Bathe With: Def not a thing happening unless he's in a serious and committed relationship

• Would Die For: Sorry, but no. He cares about himself first and foremost.

• Would Ignore: Yeah... he is a bit of an ass. He would if he deemed her no longer useful or something. If they actually hit true friendship level, he could probably ignore her if he's busy. If they aren't at friendship level, it really is up to his mood lol.

• Would Not Care For: ... If he doesn't consider them friends and he doesn't see someone as useful, he doesn't care for them. At least Nunnally has some uses! So he will at least care a little bit! (I'm sorry for him)

• Would Laugh At: ... He... he is an ass as I say. He totally would laugh at someone.

• Would Cry With: Nah, he doesn't really cry with anyone or anything like that. What is sympathy?

• Would Cry For: If they became actual friends, and she died or something... he may cry a little bit... maybe.

[kkkindered]

how does your muse feel about marriage? would they ever want to get married? // how comfortable is your muse with their appearance and their body? for Shiloh

ROMANCE AND RELATIONSHIP HCS - [ A C C E P T I N G ]

How does your muse feel about marriage?

Shiloh doesn't really care about the legal aspect of it all as much as he does for its symbolism.

He adores the feeling of being bond to someone. Through sickness and health, richer or poorer. He likes the duty of loving someone wholly. To wake up and know that you have a quota of loving someone to fill that will never truly be completed. It's a nice thought to him, he would love to get married but he won't get married unless he's sure that this person will make him feel accomplished in his duty and return it tenfold.

how comfortable is your muse with their appearance and their body?

Shiloh thinks and knows he's hot. He's 6 foot nothing, thick bodied and muscled. He has big hands, wide thighs and a wonderful ass. A round face and eyes that look soft even if he looks like he's constantly squinting. Nice tits to rest on and soft lips to smooch. He's a catch and he lives in it.

All that muscle that he trains and hones by helping citizens move farm equipment and helping unload royal shipments (because he rather sweat through his fancy fabrics than sit and watch his people work and his hands are free). Meat on his bones, so he isn't all hard muscle, he's soft and a comfortable place rest if he allows it.

[if we're talking modern verse. he works out enough to maintain his toned look to accentuate his natural chub. takes pride in his body and takes care of it.]

he's the middle/right. I just think the left one is a perfect reference of him in the morning drinking his fruity herbal tea.

[zinbu]

@lured-into-wonderland

Wolf stood in the shadow of the crumbling warehouse, a silent sentinel in the gloom. The night cloaked him like a shroud, its inky darkness matching the depths of his thoughts. The task at hand was one he'd pondered endlessly, each scenario playing out like a grim rehearsal in his mind. His target, Nunnally, was the daughter of a formidable mafia boss—a fragile thread in a web of power and violence. Wolf knew the consequences, but a deeper resolve drove him, a silent fury that burned with a cold, relentless flame.

His eyes, sharp as the blade he carried, scanned the perimeter. There was no room for error. Every detail had to be perfect. The warehouse's decaying structure mirrored his own fragmented soul, each crack and fissure a testament to years of silent suffering. Yet, in this moment, he felt an eerie calm, as if the universe had aligned itself with his dark intent.

He moved with the grace of a predator, each step deliberate, his breath steady. The stillness of the night was broken only by the distant hum of the city—a constant reminder of the life he once knew, now a mere whisper in the void. As he approached the side entrance, a faint creak of rusted hinges seemed to echo his own wearied spirit. He pushed the door open, slipping inside with practiced ease.

In the dim light, he spotted her—a fragile figure bound to a chair, her eyes hidden from anyone. Nunnally's presence was a stark contrast to the desolation around them. She was delicate, almost ethereal, and deep inside, Kim wanted to kneel down and beg for forgiveness, yet he buried it deep, where such emotions could not touch him.

He stepped forward, his voice a low, almost soothing murmur, "Don't be afraid, Nunnally. This isn't personal," he continued, his tone devoid of malice, "but I need you to understand—this is necessary."

Wolf's mind drifted back to the countless nights spent plotting, the relentless ache of loss that had driven his own gang to this point. He was becoming the monster he had once sworn to destroy.

"You won't be hurt," the masked man assured her, though he knew his words offered little comfort. "This is about balance. Your father—he took everything from my boys."

His voice wavered slightly, betraying the storm within. He clenched his jaw, forcing the emotions back. "We all have our roles to play," he whispered, almost to himself. "You and I—we're just pieces on a board, moved by forces beyond our control."

There was no turning back. The path he had chosen was paved with darkness, and he would walk it to the end. For a moment, he allowed himself to feel the weight of his actions, the crushing inevitability of his choices. Then, with a final, lingering glance at Nunnally, he pulled the wolf mask off, its hollow eyes revealing his own. The mask hid his true emotions, especially the disappointment and regret that gnawed at his soul.

A question started burning on his lips, desperate for an answer he wasn't sure he wanted.

"Do you think you will forgive me one day? " His voice was raw, laden with the weight of unspoken suffering, as his eyes, now unshielded, searched hers for a glimmer of hope.

[fightingthetides]

“Uh, where’s MY kiss?”: Nunnally jokingly at Ravein

[Original] ||Accepting|| @lured-into-wonderland (One day i'll learn the skill to just actually reblog memes on respective blogs instead of just going you see a meme on another of my blogs you like? Send it wherever)

...

Blink blink

The guy was rather flabbergasted. He was petting a neighborhood cat that he'd gotten acquainted with recently. It wasn't a stray, so it wasn't like he could take it in. Her name was 'Mozzarella' according to her collar, and on the note attached to her collar, it said that she loved to roam the neighborhood so she wasn't lost.

She'll find her way back home when she wants to. She's on a restricted diet due to allergies, so please don't give her treats. However, she does enjoy kisses.

As such, Ravein always made it a point to give Mozzarella some kisses whenever he came across her. What kind of monster would he be to deprive such a lovely cat of deserved kisses? She always flops over at his feet, so he could only assume he formed a rapport with the feline. He was cuddling the cat, giving her a little kiss on the forehead when Nunnally said something.

Though she said it jokingly, he wasn't entirely sure if she was joking in earnest or not.

Gently putting Mozzarella down, he walks over to Nunnally and places a kiss on her cheek.

[veiliisms]

@lured-into-wonderland asked: ❛ i’m usually that person who has no idea what’s going on. ❜ / (incorrect quotes starters.)

well, aren't they just a couple of fish out of water, huh?

at least, he assumed so; renji certainly wasn't from here. he was simply out on a job, but it's nice to see that this town's hustle and bustle was perhaps different than what he was used to. mismatched eyes glance down at the girl, a single brow raised curiously.

"that so? guess i'm right there with you. not exactly from around here, so that's my excuse."

[astarab1aze]

"Nunnaly- While I still have my voice, come with me to town. I need to go to the Flytrap for supplies and to fill the kitchen cupboards with enough food for the week - it would be much easier if I had your help." Too busy to care much that he was making a very plain demand, the hints of a challenge in his tone - he wasn't interested in taking no for an answer; He did, however, suppose he ought to incentivize her. "Perhaps I can buy you something, in trade for your time."

Iridescent scales caught the twinkling starlight hanging above them in the staircase, reflecting and refracting shades of violet, blue, and orange. He stepped past her, starry robe fluttering around him as he went, following the marble steps down, down, down into the central chamber of the Nighthouse, through the great hall, and straight out of the door. Pausing on the front steps if only to wait for her to come after him, idly pulling his hood over his head to keep the sun from burning his skin.

He thought about what she might want - if she wanted something edible from the store, or perhaps a new book, some alchemical ingrediants, or her own nightfolk-made grimoire (expensive that, but perhaps--). Many things to choose from, though he hoped she might've taken the frugal route and picked a bag of Simone's witchfingers or cottonmouth cakes. They'd cross that bridge when they got there, something to revisit once they got to the market.

@lured-into-wonderland

[sanctified-sanctuary]

⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ @lured-into-wonderland ⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ 〝Are you always this straightforward with strangers ?〞 for Cassian {Nunnally 🙴 Cassian}

Cassian regards her with a bemused look, shoulder leaning against the bookcase shelving with an open book in one hand lazily cast aside. Strangers… Does she not recognize him? It has been some time since they last crossed paths but Nunnally hardly seems the type to forget a familiar face.

There's only one way to find out he supposes, 〝I’m always this straightforward in general. Though would you have preferred I not offer any assistance?〞

Cassian had spotted Nunnally after he arrived to the library, a large history and non-fiction focused resource catalogue curtesy of the local university he 〝attended〞 on occasion. He found their considerable selection one of the more interesting of the many places he’s been, though he didn’t anticipate seeing Nun here considering she was rather sheltered last he knew.

Perhaps it was the sheer size of the university and it’s prestigious reputation that allowed her family to approve of this, or maybe Nunnally had come to be in his selfsame situation after all this time.

The reason he came to be speaking with her now a matter of vertical impairment. It seemed a book on one of the upper shelves had caught her interest but there were no step stools or ladders in the immediate vicinity. He watched her from afar for a bit attempting to jump, climb, and knock the shelves before deciding to put his almost unnatural stature to good use.

With nearly a foot difference between the two, him standing at 6’7 without his wings, he grasped the book easily and that was now the one open at his side. Flipping through the pages, there didn’t seem to be anything he would note of importance, 〝what is it about this particular novel that had you nearly scaling the shelves to reach it?〞

Shifting bronze eyes hidden behind gold aviator glasses enchanted to disguise them as a deep warm brown look between the pages and Nunnally. 〝The Nunnally I know had little care for historical affairs.〞