#⊰ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪs sᴀᴋᴇ; ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ║ verse: main ⊱

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@blodblomma ♡’d for a starter 

Oh child, when will you learn? Haven’t you realized the world will be harsh to a doe eyed girl like you? You are no girl, just a bird, and just about as weak as one too ( — she knows this, tucks away the cruel realities of the world underneath the warmth of her heart, head with the clouds above ).

And when will you learn that there is a reason why they say innocence is bliss? When will you learn your curiosity is a double edged sword that you wield dangerously? Clearly, the answer is not today, incessant chatter that falls from her lips as she tags along, little bird foolishly following like lamb to slaughter. Ahiru is as bubbly as ever, even when her company is not, and if her presence is an unwanted one, she never seems to pick up on it.

“What are you looking for, anyways?”

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@storiesgiven​ ♡’d for a starter 

“Rue!” There’s a bright smile that accompanies her words as she approaches the other girl, sounding pleased— of course she is pleased, Ahiru adores her, even when Rue does not. There’s a small bounce in her step as she looks up to her, never a moment where she’s stationary. “You were really good during practice today— I mean, you’re always really good of course, but I thought you seemed extra talented today! An’ I know it doesn’t really mean anything coming from me, but I wanted you to know that anyways! ‘Cause you deserve to know how good people think you are, Rue-chan!” She is envious, of course, she wishes she could have that natural talent, but nonetheless, she’ll ignore that in favor of being able to appreciate her instead.

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@madefate​ ♡’d for a starter   

Oh! A flash of dark green hair in the distance catches her eyes, her previously disheartened expression brightening up in a matter of moments as she yells at the boy. “Fakir!!” One might almost consider the noise Ahiru makes to be akin to a loud squawk... that actually manages to take her breath away for a moment, before she’s on her feet and running— oh, there’s a bush she narrowly avoids slamming headfirst into, a stumble in her step as she hurries to catch up with the other.

“Good morning— ah, it’s not morning anymore, is it? Ahaha... oops! I was wondering where you were, ‘cause I was looking for you, because I has something important to ask, ‘nd you weren’t in the library... or at least I didn’t think you were since you weren’t in your usual spots, and I didn’ want to be too noisy in case you were actually doing something important in there, and...! Oh, then I got distracted because I saw something weird, and Pique and Lillie had something they wanted to talk ‘bout, an... uh...” There’s a pause as she rubs at her neck. “What was I talking about again...?”

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@dclighted ♡’d for a starter   

“If that’s how you feel, you should express that! Don’t let yourself be swayed by your doubts!” She grasps the other’s hands with a smile, a stubborn streak in her eyes— though, that is not something wholly unusual, she tends to be like that. “You should let yourself be more positive, you know? N...Not that you’re unlikeable or anything like that, being negative, I didn’t mean it like that— I’m sorry if that seemed rude!” Her mouth really did work faster than her brain did, she really should think about what she says before she speaks. “But, but doesn’t it feel a little tiring being like that all the time?”

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@wiildgrace ♡’d for a starter  

Envy lingers in her gaze ever so briefly as she watches; she’s long accepted that she’ll never be the graceful dancer that she dreams of being, a soft sort of sigh falling from her lips. Unfair, is a thought that comes to mind, but that’s a childish thought; for she must’ve put in lots of work to get where she is today, and for that it is admirable, nothing less. She reminds her of Rue, pretty and elegant and talented— if not just much older than them.

“Miss Heidi?” Ahiru wiggles her feet, a small, nervous movement, taking a moment to chew over her thoughts before continuing to speak. “I’m sorry if it’s rude to ask... but, do you ever feel like... like you’re missing something by not being able to speak? I mean, because you dance really well, but... I’d be really sad if I couldn’t talk.” A sad half-chirp follows, before she straightens back up. “Ah! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! That was probably really rude, wasn’t it?! Pretend like I didn’t say that, hahaha...”

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@wrotefate ♡’d for a starter 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” There’s a huff, a puff in her cheeks, petulant almost child she is, there is scrutiny in her gaze as she sizes him up— whether he’s said something insulting or if she’s misinterpreted what he meant is up for debate ( given who she’s talking to, both are fairly likely, in her opinion ). It wouldn’t be quite like her if she hasn’t managed to jump to the wrong conclusion, bypass some level of overthinking; crossing her arms to sulk.  “Seriously, I don’t know what you meant at all... even though I’m really trying, I swear!”