@fragmentbound continued from here.
if the angel were to use one word to describe her feeling towards erika furudo, she would choose “complicated.”
despite once being in an adversarial position against her, despite recognizing her evil, dlanor was able to see past all that. they had been partners, hadn’t they? the had been friends, comrades, allies, whichever word was more appropriate. and after years and years of monotonous paperwork, after years and years of feeling numb, dlanor finally found herself having fun. she enjoyed being able to go all out in the game, even if she internally did regret having to aid the side of evil.
at the end of the day, though, it was a game. and dlanor’s cold, dead heart was anything but not sympathetic. she understood erika. and she cared about her despite it all. she was... happy... to hear that erika had accepted her invitation to meet. and, upon their reunion dlanor does something she thinks she hasn’t done in a long time: act on impulse. because to dlanor there were no words to describe what she felt upon finally seeing erika once again. about being able to be by her side again. to be able to help guide her, protect her, ground her and her theories in the cold hard reality that guaranteed that there was some sense to this world around them.
dlanor thinks that she feels her heart beat for the first time in a long time. and, once pulled away from the kiss that was so firm and yet so gentle, she stares with that usual blank expression in order to gauge erika’s reaction. they’ve had all manner of interactions. hostile, amicable, and everything in between. so perhaps that is why she felt no fear in doing something like this. or, perhaps, it is because she was confident that she still knew erika well, even after their time apart.
‶ pff- ″ a small exhale, that cold unfeeling exterior of her breaks at the utterance of one of erika’s catchphrases. so reserved... so unlike her. so, she laughs. not out of malice, but because she’s just... happy. yes, she can say that for certain now. the thing that curls the corner of her mouth upwards, the thing that causes her eyes to garner just a fraction of warmth inside of them, that was happiness. from being reunited with the one person she knew she would always be there for. no matter what.
she squeezes erika’s hands back. ‶ good enough for a second ᴏɴᴇ...? i missed you, lady ᴇʀɪᴋᴀ. ″
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@certitudinis sent in: Cue the explosion of glitter ! star-shaped confetti ! colorful streamers that seem to have a mind of their own as they flutter everywhere but to the ground ! 〝 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Battler !! Some ditz must have forgotten to send out my invite, so you’re lucky I have such a phenomenal memory ! O-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho ! 〞
A giant, rainbow swirled lollipop shoved impromptu into Battler’s mouth ( scraping hard against teeth ) granted Lambdadelta just long enough of a moment to take in her surroundings... and so gradually does the jovial grin fade into a perplexed frown.
〝 ... Heeey, what’s this about ? No welcome drinks ? No music ? No party favors ? No event schedule ? Where’s the decorations ? The entertainment ? The games ?? The pin-the-blue-wedge-into-Beato ??? Wow, this party stinks ! 〞
( Not that anyone has been promised a party. )
battler had been having a pretty laid back day, to be honest. things were nice in this golden land. in purgatorio. ever since the game had ended and things had calmed down and he and beatrice were living their happily ever after, so to speak. courtesy of the catbox. beato hadn’t been around for some reason, though, and he couldn’t really guess why. while he did miss her presence he also guessed that everyone needed their alone time every now and then. even if he couldn’t help the sneaking suspicion that she was up to something.
since he had been enjoying his day in such a laissez-faire way, and with little interruption until now, the sudden explosion of sound and color had the golden sorcerer nearly falling out of his seat, letting out at surprised scream (which is muffled by the large lollipop being shoved into his mouth), and staring at the witch of certainty with wide-eyed surprise.
‶ wmft mfft–– ″ it takes him a second to process what she actually said, tearing the lollipop from his mouth and letting out a small cough. jeez, did she have to be so aggressive? he rolls his jaw slightly, which had widened uncomfortably to accompany the large sweet.
‶ huh? what party? ″ wait, go back, what did she say earlier?
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‶ GAH!! that’s right! today’s my birthday, isn’t it? i totally forgot! ″
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