#⚡️adventure gleaming in her feline eyes | themercsadventures

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Ayla jumps on one of the couches of his garden, purring and smiling "Happy birthday Enel!!". She hands him two small packages, neatly wrapped in mid blue paper: in one he will find a pair of white gold earrings, the shape of a lightning; in the other, the seeds of an apple plant that produces fruits with a shade of gold.

From what he can see, her mood is quite lifted today, and he’s definitely glad to have a lovely purring feline jumping on his couch, while most of it is already surrounded with various presents offered by his followers. He rolls an arm around her shoulders, and allows her to come right against his chest, like he would do with a pet he appreciates, even if he values Ayla quite more than just one of his happy distractions. At least, he doesn’t want to hurt the woman. 

“You do remember, after all.” He smiles, and tousles her dark hair, his fingers skimming her feline ears before he eagerly attacks the wrapping paper of his gifts. 

He’s definitely happy to add more jewels to his collection, looking at the shape, reminding him his absolute power when it comes to lightning. He places it back in her hands, while he grips his earlobe at the same time. “Clip them for me, would you? I feel lazy today.” 

A reason to be pampered, for sure, but at the same time, it would give him plenty of time to analyze this second packet, and that seed he’s more than curious to grow in his garden. After all, combining gold and apples is surely a godly present. 

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Her gaze is on him, eyes blinking a couple of times, the question pressing the inside of her lips, yet she keeps them closed. They have again crossed paths in their own journeys, a thing that both seem to rather enjoy. Her eyes trail up to look at the four little drums on the metal ring that is fixed on his back, urgency to ask growing stronger. Will she cross the line? Ayla is aware that it would probably be a personal question and that doing so, it would uncover something...different from just an acquaintanceship. She is...afraid. But, with her surprise, not that much. The mercenary had grown fond of God, their encounters something she dearly and deeply enjoyed, so...maybe...maybe it wasn't that bad, right? "Enel - she finally speaks - not to be intrusive, but...how did you end up with that item on your back?"

She has something to ask, he can tell. There’s a different aura and smell in her wake, something which seems to burn from the inside, revealing a quite curious nature, but he doesn’t find it unsuitable nor rude. He appreciates people who are eager to discover more about their lands, or to simply ask him questions, as he believes he has so many things to teach and talk about in the first place. He’s a rarity, unique among the sky islanders, and unique in his perception of his own power. So patiently, he waits, fingers scanning the bowl of grapes to pick the perfect one. He always wants to laugh at her fear, quite surprised for such a fierce woman to experience it in the first place. Would he hate what she’d dare to request? Arctic eyes back on her tanned features, he’s waiting, gulping his fruit until she eventually opens her mouth. 

Ah. The drums. She grew curious about them and she wishes to have an answer, of course. Enel somehow could predict it, as her eyes have been sometimes gazing at the structure hammered in his back. He smiles, while he feels in the mood to oblige with her curiosity. After all, he’s the one who created this instrument in the first place. 

“You’re curious to know why I don't have wings myself?” Enel hums, before he eventually wipes his hand and pushes his back further against the couch. “We grew close enough for you to know I don’t like this topic, but if you insist, I don’t mind answering either, because I made the choice to wear this item rather than keeping my Birkan attributes.” He explains with a tranquil voice, pressing his cheek against his closed fist. 

“When I ate my devil fruit, I soon discovered that electricity is a fickle and dangerous power. It runs through your body with an intensity rarely seen, and while your organs do their best to handle the endless flow of power, they can’t keep up with the full potential of the fruit.” He begins, raising his fingers to let strands of electricity run around them. “It’s delicate to master that form of electricity. Usually it bursts too hard and you need to remain utterly careful if you wish to stay alive, and I couldn’t bear the idea to use my power only for futilities, while I could expand it if I’d be able to think about a way to channel it.” He pauses before he lazily smiles. “My wings were only a burden to my Birkan conditions, and I couldn’t suffer anymore from being a part of those people. I ripped them off, and I designed this particular item to properly use the fruit I ate to become God.”

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👫 headcanons about our muses (accepting)

⚡️Even if Enel pretends that he doesn’t like it, he actually appreciates when Ayla jumps on his shoulders to find a spot right there. He finds it particular cute, and he can walk around without being bothered, if she finds the spot comfortable of course

⚡️He loves to mess around with her fur, and see how badly his electricity can act on it. He often disturbs her that way, and it gets worse if she actually start to be mad at him... He has a little sadistic side after all 

⚡️He loves to pet her, so he like if she’s seated by his side whenever they talk. He’ll absentmindedly rubs her ears and fur, and he’ll even relax. It happens that he fell asleep in the middle of their conversation because of her purring sounds and the pets... 

⚡️He likes to give her challenges to develop her animalistic skills. Sometimes he demands her to loot for either fruits, or animals, or specific items he hides a bit everywhere. It’s a good way to analyze her fighting skills, and he’s most of time utterly happy with her abilities 

⚡️To mess with her, he often presents her as his home pet. It confuses his subordinates and it pisses her off... But he always makes sure to give her a good pat to make amends, even if he keeps his sly smirk on his face

⚡️From time to time they become sparing companions, and whenever Enel feels in the mood to train, he often asks Ayla to escort him. At least it’s fun, she’s flexible and she has a lot of fighting skills! He really enjoys her strength, so it’s good times

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CUDDLE BUDDY APPLICATION (accepting)

Name: Ayla

Age: 25

How well do we know each other?: a fair amount?

Are you attracted to me?: nope

Why do you want to be my cuddle buddy?: because I love your hugs

Can we watch a movie while we cuddle?: sure!

Are tickle wars allowed?: BRING IT ON

Are pillows fights ok?: BRING IT ON TOO

Anything else: I’m soft :3

While he wonders what Ayla is having in mind when she comes forward with an application, he feels curious enough to check on the paper. He raises a surprised eyebrow, before he bursts into a genuine laughter, finding the form rather cute, for once having someone only wishing something entirely platonic. 

“That’s your way to signify I don’t hug you enough?” He looks back at her with mischievous eyes, and extends his hand to caress her fluffy ear with a delicate gesture. 

“Why don’t you go pick the pillow when I gather all the snacks we would need?” He smiles, closing his eyes before he taps her nose with his index, appreciating her presence in his Garden. 

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His chest was too broad to be hugged as a whole, but it was not enough for a reason to stop her: hugging was a serious matter. Snuggling her furry head against his side, she extended her arms to try and reach as much as she could, a low purr coming from the back of her throat.

He was simply enjoying a walk when he suddenly sensed something plastered against his chest, demanding his attention. One glimpse, and he recognized that cute little Ayla, at least, someone he appreciates dearly. He raises a surprised eyebrow, though, unsure about her attitude, as sometimes her feline instincts are pushing her to surrender to some behaviors he’s not certain to understand. However, as she tries desperately to have a hug from him, he can’t help but chuckle. 

“I’m really too big for your so little arms.” He mocks with a friendly grin, even if, stubborn as always, she doesn’t back down from that challenge. 

With a roll of his eyes, he eventually bends down to pick her up, soothed by the long purr escaping from her throat. Such an adorable melody she has here, probably why he adores spending so much time with her in the first place. He helps her holding his shoulders, instead of his torso, pressing his own cheeks against her with a floating smile onto his lips. 

“That’s definitely better.” He states with a content face, listening to the vibrating sounds she’s making, quite happy to have her around today.