#dcviated.| wylan

[sentofight]

Had he asked for this? Indirectly. What with how he's not one to shy away from deriding colder weather while not doing much to bundle himself up. To him, it's funny. But to Edea, perhaps, it was concerning. Reckless guy he is. And now there's a scarf in his hands, and a nervous lady waiting for his reaction.

Oh shit.

She made this herself, didn't she? Realization flashes across viridian eyes, and what had already been a fond thing to receive suddenly felt... different. This is a lot of work, he's no stranger to crafts after all. All this... for him. Wait. She'd said personal training was why her fingers had been bandaged?? Was that a lie?

"Good grief..." Wylan mutters, letting his fingers run over the ridges and threads of the warm article before suddenly he flicks it out, catching Edea about the waist and using the makeshift 'lasso' to yank her nervous butt in to a one-armed hug. "You made this for me? Heh... uh."

"Congratulations, sugarpuff. You... actually got me at a loss for words here. Shit... mm, it's so soft and warm. I can feel how much work you put into this. It's not a gag order gift, to stop me complaining about the cold now, is it? I'm kidding! I love it. And I'll wear it~ how do I look?"

Nervous eyes keep stealing glances at the man in front of her. She poured all her heart into making this. W-well, and some blood which she had to wash before giving it to him. No one told her that knitting is almost like a battling! Mrgrgrr..! Sage Yulyana makes it soooooo easy! He whips dresses left and right and she? She barely managed to knit this scarf without losing both her hands. Nn... perhaps she is not cut out for this sort of thing...? I mean ... it is so dull. Her first attempt was to make a funny looking Wylan-like face to the side but er, um.. that was scrapped when it looked like a demon more than chibi wylan.

Fidgeting in her place, she watched him trace the scarf. Did he liked it? No? Yes? What is it!? "D-do you...--eeep!?" her question was caught in her throat when he suddenly yanked her close to him using the scarf. Hands quickly hold onto his shirt to keep her balance. "H-hey! What was that for!?" same hands tried now to push herself away from him but let's face it, if she wanted to back away she could've whacked him but she is ...being the tsundere she is.

"I-if you don't want it, just say it! I'll take it back!" huffing and pouting at him. Eyes followed his hands when he wrapped the scarf around his neck. There was a light--stars and small tiny hearts and sparkles in them seeing him in the thing she made. Her lips parted to say something but then a smile was suitable now, and her shoulders relaxed. He's...unbelievable. How can he look so handsome in something this ...eh. Makes her heart race and want to jump out of her chest. He's so unfair.

Cheeks dusted pink, "Mhm..." nodding to him but avoiding eye contact but she took a deep breath and steeled herself. "You look handsome." aaaaaaah! she said it! she knows he will take this and run with it but at this moment, sure why not. He is handsome. Edea reached to fix the scarf around his neck then fingers traced his jawline. "I can always warm you up," get your head out of the gutter boy, you know who you are dating. "I can cast fire magic all you want, like that time in the caving, hehe."

She knows this is a good chance to surprise him even more so she was on her tippy toes, yanked him by the scarf, and kissed him softly. To her, it felt like the world came to a halt until they parted away.

[sentofight]

Her head turns enough to stare at him. There was a looong, very long minute of her staring at him. "Hmph! About time, you idiot." no what are you talking about? she's not blushing while puffing her cheeks. She honestly didn't expect him to yield that fast.

But what he said was ... n-nice. In a way. (hehe~ he does not like it when she is mad at him~)

Edea looks back ahead of her then fully turns around to face the other with a beaming smile, yes there were some tears forming around the corner of her eyes--she is happy, okay? She feels she is getting closer to him now! They can fight together no problem, heck it is too good for two people who ...well, don't share a lot of information about each (technically, from Wylan's side in Edea's POV since she knows she is a yapper.)

Distant was closed between them, Edea takes his arm and carefully rest it over her shoulder, wrapping her free arm to his waist. "Now, let's get you back to your room, okay? And ..." she shoots him another glare but sighs, "It's thank you, not sorry okay? Thank you, great and brilliant and most beautiful lady in all Luxendarc, Edea, okay?" he could do his charm, too if he wants, she is not going to say no.

She may or may not be doing it on purpose, but it put a hot spotlight on the man. Funny, given how usually he's all about the attention and spectacle. Ugh. Is this what stage fright was?! It's awful! No wonder some people became totally shy.

"I said... ugh, what I'm saying is I want your help! Okay? ...Please? I don't like it when you're actually mad at me either. So I'm sorry. That I did that."

[sercphs]

@dcviated asked:

"Friend. Buddy. Lets go bar hopping."

"I still have paperwork to do, Wylan."

⠀⠀⠀⠀The documents in his hands aren't going to fill themselves out, after all. Being the director of such a high section of the Shi and handling all of the paperwork himself makes for long work days. He's got nothing better to do without a contract, but a fair few likely have their concerns about the fabled 100 hour work week he regularly undertakes.

"Maybe next week."

[cloudpools]

@dcviated from HERE

"We've been together for almost 10 years. I have a glass of wine nearly every night... Though I suppose 8 out of 10 is passing at least..."

[unladielike]

*jumps over hole in sidewalk* "Yeah you could say I’m pretty fucking athletic." [from the wy from here ]

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    "Next time, try actually falling into the hole," Vivian jokingly suggests with evident amusement seeping through her voice. Of course, she didn't want Wylan to take her advice for real, but with how off-brand her humour was, she couldn't resist poking fun at him a little. "I would very much like to see what would happen afterwards!"

    No sooner does she finish speaking, however, Vivian would abruptly pause, because by that point, she realizes the word 'hole' had very naughty implications... but upon not wanting Wylan to discover her mind was in the actual gutter, she'll quickly cough against a raised fist while hoping to dear god he didn't somehow notice she was thinking something dirty.

    "Er... yeah, anyways, that was quite the impressive leap, Wiles! How many times did you practice jumping over that one before you executed your amazing parkour skills in front of me?" Little by little, sarcasm would then practically ooze off her words, making it rather apparent her flattery was nowhere near sincere.

@dcviated

[whispers-in-daydreams]

@dcviated continued from ask

Scarlett wasn't worried in the slightest about getting away from Wylan. He could hold onto her all he wanted. It didn't stop her from lifting her hand and covering his mouth, hazel eyes narrowed as she hissed, "Shut up. For once in your life Wylan shut up!" She took a breath and looked around as if searching for something in particular....or someone.

She looked back at him and whispered. "I wasn't trying to sneak up on you. And I was waiting in the car. But when I saw that guy enter the woods after you, I wanted to make sure you were alright." Her eyes searched their surroundings again. But she saw no one, heard nothing. Had she imagined it? No. Definitely not. She knew the difference between apparition and flesh. That guy had definitely been flesh.

She looked back up at him, eyes searching. "You haven't seen anyone? Or heard anyone, other than me? I could have sworn he was heading in the same direction you were."

[dissimulxte]

@dcviated sent:

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet. [i know, the idea of them hushing is sacrilege isnt it?]

Every performance has its own unique challenges to navigate. Perhaps the walking gait of the chosen role is unique, molded by an injury sustained in younger years which never quite healed right; just as a vocal cadence might be so precise, so unique, that failing to emulate it just right ruins the illusion. Today's challenge, though, is much more conventional. A simple question of grace in a small space: moving around a tight enclosure while crooning sultry tones—in precarious heels and a classic, suitably expensive cocktail dress—in such a way that it seems effortless, so her attention remains fixed on the clientelle who've shelled out obscene amounts of cash for this whole affair on rails.

Working out the logistics of having a live performance space on a luxury passenger train was certainly no mien feat, to begin with, but a necessity insofar as its designers were concerned; no matter how fancy a sound system they could afford to install, any sort of pre-recorded shlock simply wouldn't match the opulent, art-deco atmos they'd woven into every other feature.

So they carved just enough space for a three-piece jazz band to be tucked into the wall, and laid a richly colored, damascus printed carpet down the center aisle where their vocalist might prowl; weaving between narrow lounges and booths as the audience watched, entranced—close enough to touch, though they wouldn't dare, (and she wouldn't give them the satisfaction).

All in all, it's an easy gig. A thin disguise by way of little prosthetic touches, and makeup done just-so, with the brunt of the work going into the pseudonym, the background, and strategic placement to ensure that of all the entertainment options the luxury line entertained in their selection process she would be chosen for this particular voyage... all preamble for the real work to come later—when vague faces and names became details, invitations, opportunities. Getting their attention is the start, and she does that beautifully; always a creature to thrive under attention.

Each person she passes gets their halfway glance from dreamy eyes, a dulcet word or two, but only that: a taste, a sample, no more than a second spared, no pauses as she works her way down to the end of the beautifully appointed car and faces the glass façade separating this cabin from a little vestibule, and another door on the opposite side which lead into the first line of deluxe sleeping suites.

This, too, happens in only a moment: where hooded brown eyes meet the glass expecting only to admire their own reflection a moment, to privately appreciate the show in media res, but meet another pair, instead. Maybe the movement caught his attention, the little sliver of song growing just that much closer despite the buffering walls between, or some combination of the two—or, perhaps, there really is some unseen string which tethers the two, and the fates gave it a little tug.

A hand scrawled note in neat script she'd left, somewhere he'd find it: 'Out of town on business for a few weeks. Try not to miss me too much.' A message from an unknown number: [sms] i was about to say the same thing. tell me all about it when we're both back in town—over bibimbap? my treat ;)

...she'd wonder, later, if he'd have recognized her even if she had been better concealed—if he'd know her, by then, from nothing more than the way she looked at him. At the time, though, she only savors that second's time, and does everything she can not to let the smile which tugs at her lips cause folly in her song when he raises a conspiratorial finger to his own lips, grinning behind the gesture.

What a laugh, that either of them would be shushing the other, considering... well, needless to say: the humor couldn't have been lost on him. More like that was the whole point—because in what world would she say anything? Make any sort of sound or allusion to how surprised she was? This wasn't amateur hour at the laugh-in.

Sure: an undeniable thrill moves up through her spine and sends a shiver down to her fingertips a the sight of him; her head rushes, abuzz with the new information, the new factor in the game being played—but that reaction is for her, and her alone; not a beat missed, no visible shift. She's too good for that, and he knows it.

...If she'd had a moment more maybe she could have lifted a hand and pretended to lock those lightly rouged lips he knew all too well, but alas, they remain shaped around the note she was sounding—all she can spare as her shoulder turns is a cheeky little wink, then it's back to face the audience.

The show must go on... and the script just got so much more exciting.

[wiildhearrted]

@dcviated replied: Wy vc: skill issue

"The only skill you have is bein' a pain in my ass."

[sabuleum]

@dcviated / wylan said:

"The downside of kicking the door down is... welp, you can't exactly lock it behind you! So much for privacy."

...they're reminded, however briefly, of some similarly chiding words from their wife (cushioned in barely-stifled laughter); the catalyst which ultimately resulted in there being no real doors to speak of in the Adherent's home. today: she grumbles.

❝ the only downside is that our pal wasn't behind the door when it came down... if privacy was so important to them, maybe they shouldn't have fucked around and started trying to summon some company. ❞ —especially when those guests were as unruly as the creatures recently ransacking the nearby town. at least there was no sight of the ugly little skirges inside the meager residence, either; however satisfying they might be to crush, the pair 'd had their fill in days prior.

❝ ...caught wind we were coming, I guess. hmph. ❞ Emké sighed; resigning to the fact that they'd have to play detective a little longer. ❝ but it doesn't seem like they took much with them. come on, let's kick around and see if we can find something useful. ❞

[sercphs-a]

⠀⠀⠀⠀The Shi Section 1 Director is not to be trifled with.

[sentofight]

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.” Wylan can't help but call out Edea.

Oh her face's color was one like the color of her dress--bright red. She was fidgeting in her place, trying her best to keep her arms by her side but she had enough of this jerk behind her.

"WHO'S FAULT IS THAT!?" she blurted loudly, her arms started flailing. "Just zip it up! How hard it is to zip it up, huh!?" this stupid dress had to wardrobe malfunction at this point! She tried to fix it on her own but zipping something in the back is hard, so he asked her 'date' to do it. Gosh, and of course he took this opportunity to tease her.

Once she heard the zip is done, she quickly turned to face Wylan. "Does it take this long, you jerk!?" and a quick punch to his shoulder for all his trouble, poor lad.

She turns her back on him, and her hands pressed against her cheeks. At that moment, when Wylan was helping her, she could feel Wylan's warm breath against her neck. Did he do that on purpose? For sure! Edea glances back at him, more like glaring (and puffing her cheeks) at him. "You're enjoying this...aren't you? Mrgrgrr...."

soft sentences starters || accepting || @dcviated

[sentofight]

"--!!!" Katana-in-its-sheath-reflex attack oops~

Looms.

[sercphs]

@dcviated asked: inner thoughts revealed [CLOSED]

🕯boys

Wylan is certainly a capable man, certainly deserving of his position as a Color - but... Hm... It feels like he's got something else going on in all his motivations. Then again, who ever lays all their motivations bare for the world to see?

⠀⠀⠀⠀Pale blue eyes go over records of Viridian's recent exploits, idle humming accompanying the observation.

Just don't let it cloud your judgement, Wylan. I like to think we're friends, and I'd rather not come to blows.

[cloudpools]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— send me a picture 😉 [ wy and nara]

Text Messages Meme || ⚜Accepting⚜

[ 📲 • sms ] —— send me a picture 😉 [ wy and nara]

"A picture?" Nara mumbles to herself, checking the message on her phone. It had come out of the blue while she was in the middle of some very important work. The only person on the planet who could distract her when she was focused was the man on the other end. It had been a while since she'd seen Wylan last... He was away on "business". As usual, she didn't know the details, but she trusted he'd come home safe. Nara missed him terribly, and there was something comforting in the fact that he seemed to miss her too. So much so that he'd reach out to her when he was away.

Standing from her desk, she stretches, looking around her office for the perfect angle.

[ Wylan❤️️ ]: Missing me already?

Nara snaps a photo out the window of her highrise making sure the photo quality is adequate before sending it. If this is what he wanted, then she'd happily provide!

[ Wylan❤️️ ]: Image Sent

[more-than-a-princess]

@dcviated asked: Monomono for Wylan and Eira :V

Send 'monomono' to receive a gift from my muse courtesy of the monomono machine! - Accepting! Multis, please limit muses to 2.

For Eira:

BIRD RICE

If you sprinkle this rice on the ground, it’ll attract a bunch of birds and it’ll be a disaster. You can eat it by yourself too.

"I thought this would make a wonderful gift for you, Eira-san!" Sonia smiled, presenting her friend the capsule from the monomono machine: inside, a sizable bag of rice. "It would be lovely to make some new friends together, would it not? We could take the bag to the park and sprinkle it over the ground, near the pond. I am certain we shall make plenty of new avian friends in the process!"

And possibly get pecked. Or have their new feathered friends relieve themselves over the tree branch they'd inevitably be sitting under.

They could, of course, just make rice with it, but where's the fun in that?

For Wylan:

OVERLORD T-BACK

Underwear that can only be worn by those who can lord over buttocks. They’re unisex.

At first, Sonia thought the machine was simply playing a practical joke. Inside, some of the capsules had meaningful gifts: a snack, or a notebook, or a ring. Instead, Sonia had put in her monocoins and out had popped...well...that. For Wylan.

And unfortunately, she'd insisted that she'd wanted to get him a gift from the gachapon machine, and now that the capsule was in her hands she couldn't go back on her word now.

"Here, Wylan...for you," She finally spoke, handing it over to him, flustered. Frankly, her reaction was probably worse than the 'gift' itself: it was far more embarrassing, how deeply red her cheeks had turned. "I would say something akin to 'use it well,' but in this case, I am not sure what that could possibly mean."

"I simply wish to reassure you that the machine truly dispenses the most random gifts!" Sonia blurted out, her clasped hands tightening. If it had been her choice, she would've never selected underwear, much less such revealing underwear. Still, she had to wonder: what did it mean to lord over buttocks in the first place?

[bricoleurcat]

"Hello, I'd like a big chungus with extra kek, and make it based."

Whatever the response this... individual had been hoping for, it probably wasn't this.

"Yes sir! Coming right up!!"

Edge pulls out a blender and one of those big ol' fishbowl serving glasses.

Then comes the fun part!!

*WHOMP*

What's that? A 30 lb bucket of extra heavy Mayonnaise?

Yes! Mayo-Chan has arrived!!!

This obviously professional mixologist rolls up her sleeves, dons some food safety gloves, and pulls out a specially designated ice scoop before digging in and glopping the luscious substance into the blender. That part done, she pulls out a jug of Ol' Kekland's Premium Clam Juice and adds a good many glugs, and then some egg whites just to make it extra creamy!!

Finally topping it all with ice, she hits that blend button and gets to work prepping the extra goodies!

She sets up some pre-soaked chia seeds (great for hydration!)and gummy bears in a jar and tops it up with vodka.

She gives the jar a good shake before dumping the concoction into the fishbowl, then grabs the blender's pitcher.

It takes a good bit of effort to get the smelly cloud of fluffy goop to exit the pitcher, but a bit of thumping and shaking eventually causes it to droop with an audible "plup!" into the now bear-dyed vodka.

Full to the rim, this ensemble is now being topped with mini-marshmallows, a chocolate drizzle, and a cute little paper umbrella.

She would add sparklers... but apparently it was too much of a fire hazard.

She hefts the work of art over to the lucky patron.

"Enjoy Sir!"

She'd even be kind and only charge him $20 for it! What a bargain!