#✧ — ⋆ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 | edits.

[rosewiltd]

𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐱 — 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐠'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 .

corinne is the daughter of an influential and affluent family in the overworld of belobog. she walks the path of the harmony. tender-hearted and studious, she splits her time between attending social functions and teaching young children at one of the overworld's schools. underneath her sweet and gentle exterior lies a troubled past and indescribable sadness she does well to hide.

[umbrites]

tags, part one.

[departedcrown]

new tag dump, tee hee. ( i love that you can just bulk paste them directly now and it automatically separates them )

[jauneilles]

tag dump, one.

━━ ✦ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * dash ‚ putting the fae in failure . ━━ ✦ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * dash ‚ games . ━━ ✦ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * dash ‚ prompts . ━━ ✦ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * dash ‚ p . ━━ ✦ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * dash ‚ sp . ━━ ✦ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * dash ‚ wishlist . ━━ ✦ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * dash ‚ saved . ━━ ✦ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * dash ‚ edits . ━━ ✦ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * dash ‚ ship inspo .

━━ ✦ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * writing ‚ interaction . ━━ ✦ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * writing ‚ reply . ━━ ✦ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * writing ‚ blog canon . ━━ ✦ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * writing ‚ answered ask .

[ruinakete]

WITH REBIRTH CAME THE INTROSPECTION OF PURPOSE; though the romanticization of revival would always tilt the narrative and disregard the little coherency such an art━━━necromancy, dark magic, witchcraft━━━had. was it not beautiful to pull air back into the battered lungs you, once, could not use? death and the reversal of it, followed closely by the primitive urge of a mortal's grief, were poetry's greatest tools. and oh, truly, how zephia despised literature. her hatred for scholars and consumers of their mind, alike, was an instinctive one, buried deep into the grove of her heart. the reason? no, not even she could remember it, but it was there. somewhere in her chest.

similar to the ever - so - subtle interest she regarded the newest rumor of the monastery with; word passed from mouth to ear, again and again, of a sly, masked figure stalking the graveyard. their appearances were once rare to nigh, but as of late, suspicion had grown that they were becoming bolder, restless.

it was not zephia's place to worry over the dirt of these graves, for she cared not whether their corpse was torn from the ground or disrespected by an act of shame. where a hound's interest laid was the figure, themselves. what could be their intentions? rumors atop rumors whispered of disturbed graves with their tombs slanted and tributes swiped, but not of the actual corpses being victims of any unjust crime. and why not? why dishonor what they had no intention of taking for their own benefit? what was there to gain from a mutilated legacy if they simply threw it away?

peace was not on the mage dragon's side as she descended stone stairs; thus, any nonchalance was hardly able to bury the wicked delight spreading across her countenance. her heels roughly scraped against gravel, a constant noise that stuck obnoxiously in the silent air. she was not here to compromise with a fool, lest that fool had a mage hand unlike any she had ever known. if they were not using the graves for a profitable purpose, then she would make up her wasted time by tearing their heart from their chest.

but, until the fool was here to make their move, zephia would remain idle. sangria eyes roamed freely, from encrusted tomb to flickering lamplight. the silence that weighed the air was hardly comforting, but the human urge to let her eyelids flutter and her conscious slip into an improper slumber was strong here. unfortunate, since the feeble memory of lord sombron's defect was engrained shamelessly to the front of her mind.

even surrounded by the dead, the hound refused to close her eyes, if only for the fear that they would paste themselves shut and never open again; the reminder of how real this second chance was.

and how real the small ghost descending the staircase appeared.

partner tag ; @misericordel !

☽ ・ they've always come and gone —— zephia & veyle

MISSION BOARD: FRACTURE / graveyard prompt.

[araexec]

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋   𝐈𝐍   𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇   𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐀𝐒   𝐈𝐅   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘   𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐀   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑   𝐈𝐍   𝐀   𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐒𝐈𝐌.

NAME     —   katsuo tanaka.

PROFESSION      — corporate liaison, intelligence agent, arasaka academy board member.

WHERE   THEY   CAN   BE   FOUND   —   corporate plaza, arasaka tower, the dojo where he trains, karaoke bars.

FAVORITE   FOOD   TYPE   —  vegan-friendly asian cuisine.

FAVORITE   ALCOHOLIC   DRINK   —  sake.

WHERE   THEY   WOULD   GO   ON   A   DATE   —  museums, art gallery, upscale cafe with a serene, Japanese atmosphere. If he really likes you, his favorite karoke bar. He doesn't sing often in front of other people, so if he does, you are special.

IDEAL   GIFT   —   something deeply personal and meaningful, but that doesn't mean it has to be expensive. Anything from a rare, first-edition manga from a series he loves to a vintage Boss Coffee can. He appreciates gifts that show thoughtfulness and understanding of his passions.

HOW   MANY   DATES   UNTIL   THEY   KISS   —    given his guarded nature and the complexities of his life, Katsuo would approach dating with a sense of caution, making sure that there's a deep mutual understanding and respect between him and his partner. He would want to build a sold foundation of trust and friendship first, which means it might take anywhere from 5 to 10 dates, if not more, before he feels ready to take that step. It would be worth the payoff. 

tagging: @prvtocol (tagging: @cyberpawn, @teknah, @tigermcth, and whoever else hasn't yet!

[motheruin]

EREMIYA ( EREMIAH ) AHAVA, has arrived at Garreg Mach Monastery!

#MOTHERUIN ━━━ private roleplay blog for Eremiya of Fire Emblem: New Mystery of the Emblem ( FE12 ); interpreted & loved by Elix ( 8TEEN / any prns ); affiliated with the Officers Academy as a faculty member.

NOTES ON PORTRAYAL.

with Eremiya being written after the canon events of New Mystery of the Emblem, the likelihood of spoilers appearing in her posts is highly possible. of course, I will tag all of the appropriate posts accordingly. the official tag for any spoilers will be # fe12 spoilers to avoid them.

hired at Garreg Mach Monastery as a counselor ( for the youth and seeking / troubled families ) and a dutiful church attendant, Eremiya arrives in Fodlan for a reason unknown to herself. though her heart yearns for salvation in the light of the archbishop; she is a monster that has not been declawed; the voice of Gharnef demands a second chance from his puppeteer. in the conquest of what? that, she does not know.

though the curse of corruption has been lifted from her mind, Eremiya is not a better person and, likely, will not be for a long time. the duration of Gharnef's hold on her has left a heavy impact on her physically, mentally, and emotionally. she does not understand the weight of her past actions, and after being alienated from the people she once loved, will not know how to fit herself within a community. her words are venomous and there is no denying the disdain she holds for everyone around her. let it be known that the development I have planned for Eremiya is based on time and will only be seen IC gradually.

likewise, Eremiya is a villain that will not be redeemed on this blog. I do not like how her character was handled in NMotE and, in the hopes of writing her properly, will not shine a light on the crimes she's committed despite the misfortune that was her backstory. I do not believe that Eremiya is a good person and would rather forgo any discussions on her "actually deserving more sympathy" or "needing to be treated more kindly". ( re; you being hurt in the past does not mean you can hurt people later and not face repercussions. does not matter if you were brainwashed or corrupted. ) this will be elaborated on in future meta and headcanon posts.

more minor than the previous bullets but I have written Eremiya as being dark-skinned. my actual edits of her FEH art will be posted or linked once they're done but, until then, feel free to ask me for the specific tone / shade her skin is. whether for descriptions, art, or just general knowledge, I do not mind! just remember to not reference her skin being pale or fair or light and we're good!

NAVIGATION ━━━ RULES; MUSE; STATS; INTERVIEW; THREADS; SUPPORT PAGES.

TAGS.

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ to love is to be deemed a ruination ・ 【 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ a forgotten sanctuary; an orphanage ・ 【 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ to appease the handmade goddess ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . ( all answered asks )

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ in the hands of his puppeteer ・ 【 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 】 .

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; who motherhood must mourn ・ 【 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 . ( drabbles of the muse )

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; the bishop known by her shadow ・ 【 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 】 . ( headcanons or meta written about the muse )

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ love is sacrifice; sacrifice is love ・ 【 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 】 . ( any quotes from literature that are reblogged )

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ the flaw we call memory ・ 【 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 】 . ( posts that are reblogged that were not written by myself but contain an interaction with my muse that i want to save )

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ mun; barely ・ 【 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 .

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ thread name ・ 【 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 】 .

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ mission name ・ 【 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 】 .

[knowsvalue]

a tour of peggy carter’s phone post retirement featuring @multiwrites

happiest of birthdays to one of my favorite people featuring my favorite dynamatic . 

[sunlightamed]

the sky above remained bright despite the little sun's tears. her bottom lip juts out as she sniffles, practically stumbling to follow the insistent tug of the older man's hand. blonde twin tails sway wildly as she whips her head around, a futile attempt to recognize any sight of the adventurer guild's uniform; each of her distracted gazes is met by the shining metal of the man's mechanical guard.

but klee's a strong girl! even though this man's grip on her is kind of tight and the pretty machine following them is still looming scarily over her. besides, it wasn't really her fault for what happened! uh, kind of? darn, she couldn't even remember what exactly happened since everything flew by so fast.

one moment, little sun was beaming brightly above a glistening, so so pretty lake, cradling a new, cute bomb in her hands; the bellies of fish floating to the surface as she cheered. then the next moment, her joy was crushed by the sudden shout of this strange man! he had told her not to run but really, she had already started running the second she saw him!

( turning the face of her bombs toward the lunging mechanical guard had almost been her instinct, but this little mage was taught how to roll away from danger before mama ever poured gunpowder into her hands. )

no no no, none of that mattered now! especially not when someone taller and pale and blue seems to have caught the man's attention. as a little girl would react, klee startles with a yelp, shaking her head all the while, "w━━wait... wait! i didn't mean to be bad! klee's a good girl, i promise! she━━!"

surprise interrupts her pleading and, miraculously, halts the tears that hang from her eyelashes. klee blinks up at the man as he talks, though her gaze constantly shifts between the two taller figures. and listening only makes her feel worse! really, she hadn't known the lake was so liked. if she had, she would have chosen the one right next to it instead!

all the disoriented little sun's pointed ears can catch is the mention of something silly before the pretty blue man kneels before her. again, she huffs out an exhale, rubbing at her eyes with her coat sleeve until her face is less redder than before.

"uhm... hi, i'm klee," she begins, though her gaze does not rise from her feet as she pouts, "spark knight klee of the knights of favonius. i... hm... klee came here with a guide but she doesn't know where they are." but an explanation doesn't fall from her quivering lips next.

instead, after a pause, when she looks up to meet the man's gaze, klee rambles, "mister, klee's really sorry about the fish. like, really really sorry! i didn't know that they were so special. i just wanted to go fish blasting and━━oh, and that's not dangerous! klee wouldn't hurt anybody on purpose! master jean and mama taught me not to and... uh..."

all the rambling immediately takes her breath; thus, klee is left silent, a hand on her chest as she counts her breaths. thankfully, the grip on her wrist is gone, plus the mechanical guard's shadow isn't as close so━━as if fright is but a temporary dim to sunlight━━klee rubs at her eyes and offers a small smile, "i'm not... i'm not being taken into solitary confinement, am i?"

Fish Blasting: Steampunk Edition || Neuvillette & Klee

[hackereaped]

IT'S THE TAIL END OF the night when rindo finally arrives on the bito's doorstep. he's breathless, shivering, his lungs screaming against the winter chill and his legs threatening to give out at any moment, but somehow, against all odds ( gift indecision, a late train, et cetera, et cetera . . . ), he's here— doubled over and exhausted, maybe, but here. ❝ i made it, ❞ rindo wheezes, meeting rhyme's gaze with a weak, apologetic sort of smile. lifting a hand from where it rests above his knee, he offers them an unassuming gift bag stuffed with an even more unassuming gift :

a scarf.

it's simple, soft, made of white wool that sunsets into a comforting shade of orange. it's got enough fabric to loop around once, maybe twice, and stitched to the ends of it are a pair of fuzzy white puffballs that rindo had to keep himself from pressing his cheek against in the middle of the boutique. it's nothing ritzy or glamorous, but it feels like rhyme. it feels like their presence in the crook of his hoodie from weeks spent once upon a time ago. it feels like their gentle voice coaxing him through moments of vulnerability and doubt as recently as a couple days prior. it feels like a hint of playfulness and a friendly face and something good and pure and trusted. it feels like everything rhyme is, everything rhyme has given and, more importantly, it feels like everything rhyme deserves. softness, comfort, warmth, they deserve that, too, and even if it's only in this very small and very literal way right now, rindo hopes he can give them that.

❝ i know it's almost late, ❞ he finally apologizes, ❝ but happy birthday, rhyme. ❞

he wouldn't miss it for the world.

@wickedreplay ➜ submitted!

It’s late and Rhyme’s very much assisting with cleaning around the living room with the remains of what Beat had prepared for their special day. Trash being tossed into the bag, gifts being set neatly upon the coffee table for them to take to their room when the time would come. And just when they felt that everything had come to an end, there’s a weak knock at the door which manages to catch her attention. 

“  Who could be so late?  “ 

Double checking to see if there’s a chance for any missed text messages, no time is wasted before they’re opening the door and see Rindo in the pure aftermath of what seemed like a series of unfortunate events. A light gasp, then shifts in movement after seeing the gift bag. 

“  Five minutes before my birthday is over, you made it, it counts.  “ 

Encouragement in their voice followed by reaching for their hand to invite him inside. It’s warmer in there compared to what he’s clearly been through after all.

Only once the door would close behind him would she finally look at the gift inside. Smile never fading, taking the gift out while fingers test the softness of fabric and gaze locks against the pattern in what can only be described as pure admiration. 

“  You know, I was talking with Beat the other day about how I was long overdue for a new scarf, how did you know?  “ 

Wrapping it around their neck, Rhyme’s fingers follow the bit that drops down to chest before returning their gaze to Rindo. Happy to see he’s alright more than anything.  “ I can make some hot chocolate or tea, if you’re interested in something to help warm you up.  “  Rhyme insists but not before there’s a light lunge towards him, arms flinging around in the form of a hug and can feel the way his body is trying to warm up from before. It doesn’t matter how cold he might still feel to the touch, Rhyme’s still going to hug him. 

“  Thank you, Rindo, this means so much to me.  “

[scioniticsaa]

emet-selch tag drop edition.

❝  𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓―𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐇  ―  muse.       ❝  𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓―𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐇  ―  visuals.       ❝  𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓―𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐇  ―  headcanons & meta.       ❝  𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓―𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐇  ―  study  ,  skills.       ❝  𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓―𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐇  ―  study  ,  self.  

❝  𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  ―  emet―selch.

[hackereaped]

The box is neatly wrapped in black starry paper, a soft pink ribbon tied in the front. It's obvious that it had taken Rindo quite a bit of time to get it just right, but he was pretty proud of the outcome. Inside the box was hoodie not unlike the one that they had gotten him for Christmas -- soft and fleece lined, but with that same pink and gray colors that they wore so often and perfect for the cooler weather. On the front was a patterned skull and crossbones. Underneath the hoodie was one of the new games that Rindo knew that Rhyme had wanted, and a small handwritten note wishing her a happy Birthday.

He offers it out, a slight smile on his face. "Happy Birthday, Rhyme," Rindo says, leaning in and pressing a shy peck against her cheek.

@zettatrixs ➜ submitted!

          Rhyme looks the box over and can already tell how much thought had been placed into wrapping the present itself. They reach over, hands touching over his own for a moment as gaze shifts from the bow to him, sweet expression paints freckled features.  “ You really didn’t have to get me anything, just getting to hang out with you is more than enough. “  But they’re thankful all the same and begin working to open it up upon taking the gift from them finally, cheeks dusting pink when they feel lips sweep across.

First, she looks the note over. Reads it with a starry gaze, then she reaches for the hoodie and wastes zero time with removing her current jacket of choice to exchange the attire for the new present.  “  It fits! I love it! Thank you! “  then looks over the game, leaning in to return the gesture from earlier with her own kiss to his cheek.

“ Has anyone told you that you’re the best?  “

[knowsvalue]

m.argaret elizabe.th ca.rter - director & co-founder of strategic homeland intervention, enforcement and logistics division

[hackereaped]

"Rhyme!" Beat was throwing his arm around their shoulders, pulling them in close against his taller form. He was practically beaming down at his little sibling, a hand even coming up to playfully ruffle at their hair. His shirt is covered in flour and icing and drying batter in some parts like a bakery exploded right in his face, but it's being played off like he didn't even know it was there-- probably because he didn't.

"Come wid me real quick! I got somethin' for ya!" He was practically dragging her with him towards the kitchen, the smell of freshly baked goods coming from that direction as well. Once they were in the kitchen, a cake was sitting on the counter, decorated cutely with fresh whipping cream and all of the fruits that Beat knew Rhyme liked best. It wasn't perfect, but it was obvious that he had given it his all when baking it, and Beat was pretty damn proud of it! He'd even cleaned up the mess that he'd made in the kitchen before going to fetch them from her room.

"I know it ain't much, but I wanted t'do somethin' nice for you an' all! Happy birthday, Rhyme," he was pulling them once again into a side hug, all grins. "Oh! Almos' forgot!" He pulls back to grab a wrapped gift off the counter-- a book on programming that he'd noticed Rhyme looking at the other day while they were out and about. "Here! Dis's for you, too!"

@zettatrixs ➜ submitted!

           “ Beat! Wait a sec - “  Rhyme was almost finished typing up the remaining bit of coding needed to progress their latest project when suddenly, they’re being pulled into the much stronger arms of her older sibling. Making a face from their hair being messed with and failing in their attempt at swatting him away. She’s quick to take notice of the fact that he’s very messy.  (  So that’s what she’s been smelling this whole time!  )  Just when Rhyme’s about to speak up, he insists that she follow and with the way his excitement shows, who is she to deny that?  “  Let me save my progress and I’ll be right there.  “ When they finally make their way to the kitchen, more of the smells from before hit and Rhyme’s already attempting to figure out exactly what all waits.  (  It’s a cake! It’s cute!  )  Looking over and admiring the treat before her gaze returns to their older sibling, the tug into his arms is return with a huge one of their own, hugging her arms around him.

“  It’s perfect because you made it!  “

Before she even has the chance to address and tease him for the mess upon his clothing, the book is handed to them and Rhyme is stuck looking it over.   “  When did you --  “  but the way he grins from ear to ear is enough to yet again take her words while hugging the gift close to their chest, Rhyme nods their approval.  “  Just you wait for your day,  “  it’s so on.  “  Thank you, Beat.  “  Finally, the younger of the two points to his shirt.

“  By the way, you got a little something on you.  “

[hackereaped]

He keeps jingling the keys in his pocket as if to remind himself that this is real. He's been working hard to make sure everything is ready: signing papers, paying the deposit, making sure all the I's are dotted and T's are crossed so that nothing can go wrong and prolong this any longer. He still can't believe that today of all days is the day that they handed the keys over to him. It's almost as if it's meant to be.

He's grinning from ear to ear when he finally walks in the door -- and not just because their parents aren't home to spoil his mood -- and immediately sets out to find Rhyme. The second he spots them, he beelines directly for her, catching her in his arms and spinning the both of them.

❛ Happy birthday, yo! Gotchu somethin' I think you're really gonna like. ❜ When he puts her down, he pulls out one of the two sets of keys from his pocket. Attached to their key to their new apartment is a keychain with a bell reminiscent of the pendant he'd once bought her for a previous birthday. ❛ Apartment's ready to go, yo! we can move in any time. Now we got two reasons t' celebrate today. ❜

@skullreaped ➜ submitted!

          Another year. Another year presenting themselves to be the perfect daughter they’d come to expect them to be. Another year of studying and working hard, to keep being the golden child they want her to be. Top grades, prepping for medical school right around the corner after university, studying for upcoming exams to see where she might best qualify, another year where Rhyme felt stuck outside of those moments of freedom she gets when playing and messing around on her computer, when she does get to go out and hang with Beat and their friends.

Times where she gets to keep their mask on and let the world know that she’s fine, to keep moving forward and do their best. It’s another year and she didn’t expect much from their parents with how busy they were going to be. It wasn’t unusual for them to be gone during their birthday after all, a card and wrapped gift left behind to act as encouragement. 

Beat’s been gone for a while, which was more unusual for her birthday at least. Rhyme’s used to him leaving when he needs fresh air especially, or was going to work; though something felt different. Something which leads the younger to reach for the bell pendant currently hanging around their neck, their good luck charm, their favorite gift Beat’s gotten her.

Rhyme’s just finished with tidying up what needed to be put away in their room. With their parents gone it made it easier to sneak out more breaks and just….be them. Setting the item down and tugging out their phone, seeing a few messages from those she had met thanks to the games, Rhyme smiles. Responding to the messages back until the sound of the door opening catches her attention and she sees him. 

“ Beat! “

There’s a rush which consumes the younger sibling as he blots in her direction, finding herself up in his arms and being swung around, there’s no way they can even try to stop the series of amused giggles which manage to escape while hanging onto him so she doesn’t risk falling. Not that she believes he’d ever drop her, one still couldn’t be too careful after all. 

“ I knew you were going to make it! As if work would keep you away from me today. “

Once her feet return to the ground and she’s standing, her eyes remain locked against him, especially when he mentions getting something she’d like. Her fingers wrap around the bell again, grinning from ear to ear, one could see the resemblance with how widespread her grin is just from having him here with her today.  “ Well now the suspense is killing me. “

Were those….keys? Did he actually go through with it? Is it actually happening? How long had it just been a passing thought? Beat mentioning that one day, he’d get her out. That they’d both get out and be able to live the lives they had wanted. Away from control, away from expectations, the chance to be themselves without fear. Rhyme’s reaching for the key and fidgets with it, as if to see if it were actually the real deal in her hands now.

“ Beat this is -- this is happening?! “

There’s no time wasted, their arms are moving around Beat’s waist and she’s hugging herself closer to him. Hugging tight and refusing to let go.  “  We should make plans.  “

Happy Birthday, Rhyme.

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Lacie snuggles with Rhyme, hugging from behind with her arms wrapped around the other's shoulders. Cheek rubbing and everything, Lacie gushes. "Happy birthday, Rhyme!" And then pulls away to dazzle her, like a show of magic and a flourish, magically appears a wrapped present box and a bouquet of Rhyme's favorite flowers.

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          Before Rhyme even had the chance to realize what had been going on, they felt the pair of arms move around from behind and captured. Once she realizes who it is, Rhyme can’t help but to smile sweet.  “  Oh! Thank you ver-  “ but she stops when the theatrics seem to start and they’re turning around to see....such a sight. Blue eyes sparkle like the magic dancing along her fingertips until the box suddenly appears and makes her jump.

“  That was so cool! Are these....wow!  “  Gratitude can be heard in Rhyme’s voice while looking everything over, then returns their gaze back to her. 

“  Really, thank you. This means a lot to me.  “