#elise : main verse.

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@badnikbreaker asked: "I had a friend like you, a long time ago," the king says under the stars one night — his visits to her city are becoming more common, and she finds herself consistently checking to see if he's there, godhood guiding her on the nights the stars align. "My only friend at the time. He saved me. Taught me how to feel and smile again. I suppose I was a little in love with him, though I don't think he realized." She's not sure why she's saying this. Maybe it's selfish, that she's so lonely and she misses the story that never happened, even when that story caused others such pain and granted her such freedom. Maybe it's grief, that he'll never remember but she believes he deserves to know. At least a little. She's glad he doesn't need to remember his death. She's sad, unbearably sad, that he'd chosen to forget everything else — and all for her sake. "He's...far from me, now. I won't be able to speak to that person again. I've always regretted that I didn't ever have a chance to repay him."

     The first time he’d ever visited Soleanna was in passing during a run. It was brief, and he didn’t stop to chat with any locals, but something about it…

     … made him return a few weeks later. He wandered the canal streets and familiarized himself with Castle Town — museums, gondolas, festivals. Lots of apples. It was a city of water, love and history, but none of that history explained the déjà vu he felt. Eerie, but… warm too. If it was important, he’d remember. He would.

     But no amount of visits helped. That feeling, a tickle in the back of his throat (brushing shoulders with a stranger, knowing the name of a road you’ve never traveled, the —) had no explanation. And it was here to stay. Eventually, Sonic accepted it and found himself a new reason to enjoy Soleanna, one high up in the sky.

     Elise breaks the comfortable silence between them. A friend like you, a long time ago… Though his eyes are usually glued to the stars, Sonic can’t help but glance over at her. It’s captivating (words or voice: he isn’t sure, maybe both) and that ache is back again. Eerie. Warm. Familiar.

     This girl, welcoming and strange, had a way of knowing when to join him. When to watch the stars — they hadn’t even exchanged names, but it didn’t bother him. Her confession is with a heavy heart. An ache of her own, not so different from the one in his chest. Sonic tilts his head, thinking for a moment.

     “… Hey,” he says, pointing to her face and then his own. He smiles. “So long as you have this, your friend is never far from you.”

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@antimetathesis liked! / kaien & elise!

Odd.

Not Elise — not now, at least. She looks like a perfectly normal young woman at present, and even amongst the handful of her citizens who have gotten proper glimpses of their king's face, none would be able to identify the scruffy young woman wandering the streets as King Elise. No. Today, Elise is nearly normal. What's odd is ———

Every moment, every blink, she sees worldlines knitting and unraveling. She can pluck timelines like threads, and her godhood reacts to others who are more than human, defensive, almost jealous. She looks at the stranger and sees reality all but cave in around him. Fascinating. She wants to study him.

She's so focused — so fascinated — that she misses sight of worldline where she trips over a crack in the sidewalk and propels directly into his chest, face first. Because she misses that glimpse of a worldline, she doesn't correct, and she — well, does just that. Propels into his chest, face first. This is the worst day of her life, including when a malevolent god got sealed inside her ribs at age seven.

"Oh my goodness." It's a breathless gasp as she pushes away, face as red as her hair. Forget studying him, she needs to disappear, NOW. ( if she could do so without outing herself as god, she would. ) "I'm so — so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." If she hadn't spent her first life learning not to feel anything, she'd have lit herself on fire purely out of embarrassment.

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@diverse-hearts-ocs asked: "Hmm? Were you looking for me?" - Sabriel / Elise Unprompted

"Oh, yeah! I was. . ." It doesn't matter how far things had gone, or will go. She was still a being with her own emotions and thoughts. She hated this woman, the simple fact of her existence was a risk. The fact that she just wormed her way in the way she did and is just. . . Thriving was worse.

One of these days, she was going to kill this woman. She just wanted that reminder of why she hated her so much. One look at her face did it well enough for her.

"But someone else came by and helped me out. Everything's fine now."

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"Hey, you!" The angered voice of the village girl echos through the air as her golden eyes make contact with the stranger covered in dirt and debris. Elise has been getting some much needed beauty rest after a long day of helping out her fellow townsfolk until the sudden crash sounds that woke her up instantly. She instantly ran downstairs to check out what happened, only to find a hole had been made in her ceiling with food and brick now scattered across her kitchen and dining space.

Oh this guy was gonna get it…Elise had little patience to begin with, especially when it came to the home her granny had raised her in. The place was filled with so many memories, and despite her desire to leave this town behind for a better life, she still had a sense of sentimentality when it came to the place she grew up in. She would never want it destroyed, even if she left.

Which was why she was about to unleash hell upon the stranger with the help of her trusty broom, a weapon she could wield better than anyone else in town.

“How dare you?!”

*SMACK!!!*

“How dare you break into my house?!”

*SMACK!!!*

“And break the roof of my house?!”

*SMACK!!!*

“What are you, a barbarian?!”

*SMACK!!!*

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@evelicious prayed : 💅 : your muse paints my muse’s nails .

❝ Ah-ah-ah, ❞ Elise tutted, casting a skeptical glance towards the bottle of nail polish beneath Evelynn's hovering hand as her lips pursed together a tad. Only once said hand found the exact shade she desired did Elise give her hum of approval. Admittedly, it probably wasn't the easiest task in the world ━ her collection was made up of mostly black, greys, reds and plums, and navy blue tones. She owned no small number of shades of each color.

Presenting her hand and her newly filed nails, two short and three long, Elise simply waited for Evelynn to begin painting them with the dark plum she had picked out. It would compliment her outfit rather well, of course, the black was a given, but parts of her dress had a slight purple sheen that would go best with purplish details, such as the color of her nails.

Not to mention the amethyst that rested securely atop her breast on a silver pendant. She may have even put together her attire of the day based around this item.

❝ Your hands are remarkably steady, dear. Not a stroke out of place ━ were I to guess, I would assume you have done a fair bit of this over the years. ❞

Elise noted, though her attention shifted slightly towards the end of the last sentence, as she felt a tingle on her right shoulder leading up to her neck. Her free hand reached up to slowly guide the stray Anaya onto it. The spider, radiating magic to those with keen eyes and roughly the size of a tarantula, perched atop Elise's hand with beady eyes watching Evelynn.

Elise's own crimson gaze shifted between her companions in a slow manner, back and forth, before finally settling on Evelynn, as well.

❝ I agree. Breathtaking, isn't she just? ❞

Between the way she said it and the intensity of her eyes upon the other woman, it should be pretty clear who she was talking about.

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Unprompted ask. - @eternalbxtterfly sent:

"Oh it's...you.Why are you here all of a sudden exactly?" {{For the chairwoman}}

“Dear, oh dear, how rude. Is this how you treat your mother, daughter?” Bright green eyes were intensively staring at Elise, her smirk never faltered.

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@kitxkatrp p l o t (PM verse)

Elise, being the childish being she was, had happily spent her day running from Mori in the worst place possible. The very building the Port ran in. That meant she came across people and places she shouldn't be at, but they were forced to entertain her anyways. From Chuuya to Akutagawa, to any in between, they saw her that day, whether they wanted to or not.

She got a lot of cake today.

But then she got to the very last place she should be; the basement. The place where they kept people either to interrogate, kill, or simply keep. It was there she had come across someone she never knew was in there before today.

She looked a lot like her.

Eventually, Elise convinced the girl to start talking, and the two of them talked for a good while until Mori finally found her.

The moment the girl heard anyone coming, she refused to speak.

Elise, however, looked over at Mori with an innocent face, smiling as if she did nothing wrong all day- "Hi, Mori!"

[ahogedetective]

"Aww you are the cute little detective are you not sweetie?Even pretty for a man if i do say so myself.How about a small feast.You do not need to worry it is not drugged,after all why would i want to kill somebody who i just met hm?" A soft smirk it never left her lips and it would be very much unfortunate if her new toy happened to die oh so quickly.Her blue eyes staring directly into his right afterwards.{{Shuichi meeting mafia boss Elise for the very first time.}}

".................." He ignores her sweet talking in regards to his looks, the silent, but cold glare never leaving his face. Even if she says the food is not drugged, Shuichi does not trust it for a minute. The mafia boss that has terrified the city for so long... even the highest of police forces have been unable to take her down. Mostly with how untouchable she was; it felt like it would be impossible to catch her.

At this point, it would likely take desperate measures to even be able to speak to her. That's when Shuichi proposed the crazy idea.. of willingly going to her headquarters. And so, he lets her men take him away and bring her here, most likely being stripped of any weapons he was carrying.

He knows the great risk he was taking... not even sure if there was a 100% chance if he was even coming out of this alive. But he felt that, if he didn't do this: then he and the precinct, will never get the opportunity to learn more about this mafia boss. And so, he would play along, and be careful not to say anything that could get him hurt or killed. So as much as he doesn't want to eat that food; he needed to stay on her good side for now.

"...Fine." He mutters. "...Shuichi Saihara. That is my name. You.. are the boss of this organization, correct? It seems like you already know about me, too.." To his honest surprise. He was jut a 'mere detective' that came all the way from Japan, after all... but then again, she probably recieved intel from all over the world, including all the detectives and police officers who are trying to track her down.

"Then...you probably already know why I'm here. I just want to talk. Your men have already confiscated any weapons or possible attack items I had on me. If that will further prove I have nothing up my sleeve."

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Elise just stares at Pim's mother.

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The longer it took to find her, the more of an odd feeling she had in her gut. Something was off, and she wasn't sure what it was. She couldn't tell if it was the idea she was in danger, or if it was just going to be... Awkward when they find her. She didn't dare say that, though. It'd only cause Mori more anxiety and that was the last thing they needed right now-

"I'll order one when we get back." Not getting her one immediately had been a huge oversight on his part. It was easy to tell he was distracted by everything going on.....and he didn't like how many stupid mistakes he was making.

The first restaurant turned up no leads. She clearly hadn't been here.

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@prsstrt : “ i had a dream about you. ” ( for elise )

What a selfish girl she is, that she's so happy.

There was a long time when she wanted nothing more than to be selfish and was not allowed; years and years and years the prisoner and the cage both, rusting but not allowed to break with as simple a selfishness as falling tears. Now that she is free, or should be — thanks to him, thanks to him — the selfishness she'd craved so long stings, acidic, guilt against her spine.

I had a dream about you, he says. I feel like we met in a past life, he jokes. Sometimes he looks at her in a way she doesn't understand.

She knows how the story goes. Gods have longer memories, but mortals forget the stories that never were. Sonic can't remember, but he might have pieces — broken bits, half - recollections, ghosts of memories. It should be impossible, but Sonic has always done the impossible. He freed her, hadn't he? And if he has pieces, he might, eventually, rebuild the puzzle. He might remember the princess who loved him. He might remember their whirlwind adventure, the laughter they shared.

She may vomit.

"Oh," the girl says, finally. The idea that he might remember her makes her so happy that, for one awful, selfish moment, she's almost willing to risk him remembering the rest of the story, too. Isn't she the most awful kind of god there is?

Elise is grateful — for the words, the moments, the memories. For the happiness he gave her. She's grateful she got to know him. She wants — he gave her that, too. The ability to want. She tries to remember that; that this selfishness is a gift from Sonic, so it can't be bad. Tries to tell herself that it's okay for her to want him to remember, just like it was okay that she didn't want to blow out the flame. It's okay to want the selfish thing, so long as you do the selfless one.

"It's not real," she says simply, shifting where she sits in the grass beside him. "It was just a dream. They don't mean anything."

He might remember Elise's smile, or the way she'd tended to his arm. He might remember her scream when he died. He might remember the kind of hurt that killed him. Her love isn't worth that. How cruel would she be, to harm the boy who saved her life in more ways than she can count, chasing a story he chose to have her erase? To risk him remembering his death for something as simple and stupid as her heart? The heart that can't even break now, deathless and forever.

It hurts, but she's felt worse. Sonic saved her from worse. How can she do anything less than save him from worse, too? "You have to remember that...it's not real."

He's looking at her with an expression she can't decipher. She tries to be more grateful than grieving. "It's almost sunrise. I should get back to the castle."

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"Look at me! Look at me!"

Elise from Little Goody Two Shoes has been added as a Highly Active Muse! Canon compliment and headcanon expanded, not based on any one particular route in the game.

Since the game is still new, anything involving her canon verse/crossovers with her canon self going over/spoiler graphics will be tagged!

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Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react to. - @eternalbxtterfly sent:

"Icons only" {{The chairwoman meeting little Elise for the very first time.}}

Bonus, in reality:

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"That makes sense." The more she thought about it, the more sense it made, in hindsight. To be able to tell everything about a partner would make life a bit too predictable. A hint of unpredictability would be needed for a healthy relationship. At least, that was her mindset on it, herself. Perhaps it was wrong, but she wasn't too concerned about that.

"I agree, having someone to care for makes it all the better." She admitted, quietly chucking for just a moment, "It makes the light easier to see, for those that might not exactly be able to embrace it themselves. Even for those that are forced in the dark, for whatever reason. . . For them to have someone they wish to keep in the light, it makes their own world just a little brighter."

However, after stating that, she was in thought for a moment, before feeling comfortable enough to answer a bit more truthfully than usual. She highly doubted her stalker was related to someone like this, given that he seemed sane in most senses. "I do. . . My daughter is the brightest light in my world I could ever have." Closing her eyes for just a moment, she let out a quiet breath. "I would. . . Do anything for her."

Fyodor didn't even know she had a child, but as long as the woman didn't do anything to bother the demon, both her and her child would be safe. They didn't actively go after every single person they met. Just people who were against them.

"Yes, in most relationships, I can imagine both parties can read each other. I can read Koyla to an extent, but he's hard to read sometimes.. Which makes it pleasant for me. Things get boring when I read everything about a person..." Most people were boring to the rat. Most people were just tools to further their goals or just toys. Not everyone, but the enemies of theirs.. Some people they didn't bother reading to have a conversation with them..

Fyodor nodded their head in agreement. "Yes, it's nice to see some happiness in this world. Because a lot of times, things are rather dark and bleak. But seeing someone you care about being happy-- it can really change how you feel about the world around you. I try to keep my boyfriend happy, because he's the only one I care about, and he's the light of my world~," they chuckle as they watched her sketch out her piece.

"Do you have anyone who is the light of your world?"

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@kitxkatrp asked: you are evil. like a hobbit. Chuuya to Elise chaotic unhinged lines from 2022-2023 (prompt edition)

"Would you like to say that again?" Mori trusted her enough to not use her actual capabilities unless needed, but sometimes it was overly tempting to shove something up this lil shit's ass-

"I'll tell on you. Mori doesn't like people calling me names. He'll let me do whatever I want to you-" Which, yes, mainly meant drawing on his face, but still...