#lemilia speaks

[the-crows-typist]

Hi Lemilia-senpai! I just wanted to stop by to check in on you and make sure you're doing well irl! I myself is becoming a tiny bit stressed because we got a new puppy- and accidents are really making me go nuts. He's sweet, but he can get a little hyper at times (but he's mostly chill and easy-going for an 11-week old), especially when my mother is in the room. Anyways, I wanted to say please remember to take of yourself, stay well-fed and hydrated! That's it from me! ~🍙onigiri kouhai

((Wherever you are, if you're still around this site. I am so sorry it took this long.))

((I'm doing alright, all things considered. Years have passed since this post so I hope you and the puppy are doing alright. Treat it with care, they are called man's best friend for a reason.))

[ee-furoido]

"We're back from the supply run." Lemilia and Kon set down the grocery bags into the back room with grunts and sighs. "Spice cabinet has been refilled, the fruits are in their baskets and the fish and meat for the platters should be going into the freezer as we speak." Kon moves to take out two then three packs of different variations of sweet breads and small snacks. "Mister Sam said the snacks are a thank you for shopping at his place for so long."

“Thank you for your hard work, Lemilia-san, Kon-kun.” Jade says, glancing down at the clipboard in his hands. This was the last of the necessary groceries for the upcoming special menu, and now he could rest easy. With this, they should be able to run the café for the whole duration, with sickly sweet fruit parfaits and meat and cheese samplers. 

“I must admit, I did think you were only offering to pick up our order with Kon-kun to shirk your normal Lounge duties, but it seems you came back on time to be able to fulfill those as well.” 

Jade waves his hand, attempting to shoo you along to help the rest of the staff set the tables and ready the floor for the afternoon opening. You give him one of your patented glares and slide one the snacks away from Jade and open it defiantly.

“You’re welcome, Jade.” You say, through mouthfuls of the tasty melon bread. “And thanks for offering me the bread in return for my good job.” The mer-eel raises an eyebrow through your deliberate chewing and gives a light chuckle. Your responses were always quite entertaining.

“Yes, well, we must all get ready for tonight’s shift.” Jade turns back to the Octavinelle A-kun who is shifting uncomfortably in his shoes. It looks like he might have a stomachache building, from watching his two peers. “Kon-kun, please bring these other two snacks to Floyd, I’m sure he’ll appreciate the pick-me-up and it may keep his mood up for the whole night.”

“E-eh!? Me? T-to Floyd-senpai?”

Jade cocks his head and gives him an innocent smile, as if not understanding what exactly the problem would be. A moment passes as Kon continues to fluster in place before he grabs the two extra snacks and runs further into the kitchen where Floyd would have been directing the rest of the chefs.

“Now then.” Jade says, setting the clipboard aside and adjusting his gloves. He motions for you to follow him to the Lounge floor. There was still quite some setup left to do for the wait staff, after all. “Let’s see what fun our customers will have in store for us tonight, fufufu...”

[the-crows-typist]

Life Update

Alright, I'll be real. I haven't been the best at maintaining this blog like I had planned. First and for most, I'm sorry about that. Life has been pretty busy lately. There's not much time between work and home life but I'll try to keep the balance to keep this blog going.

But now, I would like to say that that my requests are open once again until November 7 2022 (GMT+8)

Please take a peek at the rule before sending an ask my way. Thanks and I hope to see what you all have in store.

EDIT: as for my Hearstlabyul series, I haven't abandoned it. It's still ongoing and Trey is next.

[the-crows-typist]

A Letter From Me to You

"Kindest wishes on your special day, your highness." Says the typist, her curtsy low and head bowed. Leona huffs a sigh, eyes looking away and a yawn leaving his mouth.

"Enough with that. Let's get this over with."

"Of course. Whenever you're ready."

Dear Director,

As per the etiquette taught to me, it is only right that I extend my thanks to you for attending my special day and mingling with the "people of my court".

...And as much as I only want to say that, a pest will not allow me to leave unless I make a proper letter.

How annoying.

When I first met you, I thought you would just be any herbivore that just happened to get in our way. But time and time again, your stubbornness continous to shine through even during the times you were sure to lose.

You've got a good head on your shoulders, I'll admit but that thick skull of yours can only take so much hardship and you're sure to make a lot of enemies that way.

Watch your back and don't become bait.

Leona Kingscholar

From the envelope comes a picture, Leona tires from the festivities with Ruggie trailing behind with gifts wrapped with beautiful paper and ribbon. No matter what time of day, sleep is always of the utmost priority.

[the-crows-typist]

Surprise was the first emotion on Lemilia's face, the macaroon's sweetened cream swiping her lips. Her hands take the pastry, the seaslug design causing a pang of cuteness to strike her heart.

"...I can't eat this." The typist says, holding the pastry delicately "It's too cute."

In response to @the-crows-typist Valentine’s gift

“Umiushi-chan, Happy White Day! As thanks for the treats, I baked some macarons for you~”

“Don’t they look cute? They taste good too, so have some!”

“Eeeh— Too busy typing? Here, let me feed you.”

[the-crows-typist]

A Letter Just For You

"Are you ready?"

"Yes...Well, as I'll ever be." Deuce smiles, sheepishly and kindly. "It's my first time doing this so I'm a litte nervous."

"Don't be." Lemilia fingers ready on the keys, poised to type. "Let me hear what your heart has to say."

Dear Director,

How are you? Some time has passed since the party and with all you do for your dorm and for the school, I wonder if you even have enough free time for yourself.

I don't really know how you do it but everything you do is amazing, you're amazing...Ahaha, this is pretty hard to say but I'll keep going.

When I look at you, at the things you've done despite the situation you're in. I can't help but be proud and at the same time I can't help but admire you.

Director, you're a strong person. The strongest I've ever met even if you won't believe me.

Even if you're not from here, you're still able to stand and even in the harshest of times, you're still there next to me.

I want to be like you. I want to be strong just like you.

I don't know how much time you have left until you find a way home or how many birthdays you'll get to see and experience.

It's scary to think about but at the same time I find it exciting.

But regardless, I hope you and I will be able to see it together.

Is that alright?

Deuce Spade

In the envelope, a picture of Deuce peaks out. His surprised expression innocent and sweet. Behind it was a message so cheeky and candid that it brought a chuckle to your lips.

"Cater said this photo is cute despite the fact I was pranked. Director, please support me in getting back at Ace -Deuce"

[the-crows-typist]

A Letter From Me to You

Ortho is ecstatic upon seeing the typewriter before him. “Oh, so this is what it looks like up close!” Leaning down, his fingers delicately run against the keys. “These are the prelude to the modern day keyboard.”

The typist takes a seat as Ortho hovers down to his. “That is true, while I appreciate the keyboards we have now…I cannot explain why but, I am more comfortable with my typewriter.”

“Yes! I can see the charm in using it. Ah but, Miss Lemilia, can I try typing my own letter out?”

“…It is your special day, after all. Just please do not press the keys too hard.”

“I’ve downloaded a tutorial, don’t worry! I’ll take care of it.”

To the Director,

I’ve been trying to get a hang of making letters based on the images I’ve seen online and just when I think that I have the perfect thing to say I always end up thinking of something better. Who knew it could get so frustrating! Hehe, in the end it was fun to learn.

In class, my professor said that the brain can hold a very large amount of memory even more than any high end computer my brother can make. And yet, we are always so quick to forget.

Director, all my enhancements and data stored into me it’s very unlikely that I will ever forget anything; but here I am, unable to remember beyond 11 years ago. From when I was still a kid.

It’s okay to not be able to remember things, right?

I did not mean for this to be a sad letter, especially on a big day like today but I feel that it was right to talk to you about this and as much as I love my big brother, I don’t want to upset him. You mean a lot to me, you’re my friend so I want to remember you for the next years to come, and I want to make memories with everyone in NRC so I can look back on it when I want to.

That isn’t too much to ask, right?

Ah, so this is what writing a letter feels like. It’s so different from online chats. But regardless, I’d like to thank you for coming to my party and I hope to make more memories to store within me for the next years to come.

Sincerely, your friend,

Ortho Shroud

A picture is included in the envelope, Ortho's joyous expression so bright and curious. A message is written in the back that reads: "Thanks for coming, even my big brother is happy I have a friend like you. -Ortho."

[the-crows-typist]

Thank you for your patience, here is the very first part of our story. I hope you enjoy it.

Let The Tale Begin

"Trey Clover. From the Heartslabyul dorm."

"I see." Lemilia turns, fingers poised to type on the typewriter again. "Tell me what your heart wants to say."

"My heart?" You freeze, your chest suddenly cold. The typists eyes you expectantly yet a tinge of confusion could be discerned to those able to read her.

"A letter is the embodiment of your heart, but for it to be known I must hear it."

"W-well..."

Papers scattered along the table, the sun setting in the horizon over the large glass window overlooking the empty library. You sigh, Lemilia's hands folded solemnly on her lap while she waited for the next word on a new letter.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be this difficult." You admit, hanging your head.

"The hour draws late. Mister Vil won't be happy if I'm late for dinner." Lemilia stands up, gathering the papers in her hands and fixing them into a neat pile.

"...Did I waste your time?"

"You didn't." She reassures you as she lifts the typewriter with relative ease. "The heart is not so easily opened...At least that's what Mister Rook says."

"We can continue tomorrow, perhaps then you will be willing to let me listen to what your heart has to say."

Your mind drew a blank, even with a good night's rest you could not formulate a way to put your feelings into words and with the presence of Lemilia's eyes on you, it become harder and harder to concentrate.

"You're tense." The typist said in a factual tone. "Do you find it difficult to talk about your feelings to others?"

Hitting a nail on the head a little too hard, you thought to yourself as Lemilia described your predicament perfectly; balling your hands into fists over your lap, your thought linger to Trey.

You loved his company as much as he liked being around you. Every moment you spent with him, the closer you two became more of you came to understand and admire.

He had a heart of gold, a smile that could melt away any concerns, and an outlook on life that pushed you to keep going despite there being no end goal in sight.

You never saw his angry; you never saw him falter, not in front of you, at least.

"You're scared, aren't you? Of what will he will say in return."

Lemillia's head tilted, your face looked up in surprise and catching the observant gaze of watery yellow that gazed down soon after. "Mister Trey does not like to bring others down, he will not hide from what you have to say."

"What makes you say that?"

The typist blinks, looking back to the black paper on her writer. "...His heart is honest and open to those who are willing to look." Your brow quirked, confused when the typist suddenly stood up.

"Let's take a small break so you can calm down."

Three knocks on the door and a pause, Vil's muffled voice allowing the typist to enter promptly. The common room of the Pomefiore dorm was empty around certain hours of the day, a time where the leader could enjoy his free time with his right hand man in peace.

"Good day, Dorm Leader Vil." She says with a practiced curtsy, a hum of approval came from the dazzling leader. "And to you as well Mister Rook."

The hunter says his greetings, smile lively. "A beautiful day to you, Miss Lemilia. To what do we owe the pleasure of your graceful presence?"

His colorful language causes her to look down. Graceful? No, she was only doing what she was taught.

"May I ask for your assistance?"

"Remind me again why I have to go with you?"

You stood before the Heartslabyul dorm as notable members of the Pomefiore dorm filed through its entrance with the finesse and gentle grace of ballerinas.

"The invitation for the tea party stated that we were allowed to bring guests. It is only the right that I invite you after my mistake, I apologize for that."

"...For what?"

Her fingers fiddle, manicured hands careful against skin that had underwent Vil's regimen of products. "I had overstepped my boundaries when I said you were scared. It was rude of me to say it in the first place."

Shaking your hand, you wave your hands to rectify your denial of this. "N-no, it's fine, really. You were correct to assume. Confessing my feelings, or any feeling is difficult." The wind catches your uniforms, your smile relaxed and kind. "But since you went all this way just to apologize, I'll accept it."

"Thank you."

Moving to the entrance of the Heartslabyul dorm. Riddle stands in place to meet all of his guests.

"It is kind of you to accept our invitation, Senior Vil." Said Riddle as he stood in the middle of the hall, like a queen amongst his subjects.

"The pleasure is all mine." The members of Pomefiore bow their heads in respect to their host, your eyes lingering to Trey who stood guard next to his childhood friend.

"Please enjoy the party but be aware of the rules." Riddle's hand is cast, the scepter unique to the dorm leaders manifest in his hands.

"Or it is off with your head."

The moment Trey held his gaze with yours, your chest grew warm and jumpy when he waves a greeting your way.

The typist's eyes look to you, watery yellow eyes observant yet distant.

[the-crows-typist]

Apologies for the lateness, here is part 4 of our 500 follower milestone and the ending to our tale (for now, at least). Enjoy! The rest of the story under the cut.

[Prologue] ~ [Part 1] ~ [Part 2] ~ [Part 3] ~ [End]

Let The Tale Begin

Watering the plants was always the very first agenda when reaching the school’s botanical garden. Water the leaves but also the roots, de-weed the ground and see if any flower had bloomed or a tree bore fruit. Your gloves were slightly soaked with water and dirt, your goggles fogging from the humidity and warmth trapped within the glass dome.

Now that your feelings had been put to words, writing the letter was easier this time around…Sort of.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You say, pumped yet no thoughts, head empty “…Uh.”

“You’re certain you’re ready?” Lemilia tilts her head, eyebrows furrowed while you stay quiet on your seat. Okay, maybe you weren’t as ready as you had hoped but you’re sure you did well and your feelings were kept in the sealed envelope safe stored in a place you were sure he could find.

Upon finishing your morning chore, you take the hose back to its original place and carefully take the letter out of your bag, examining the beautiful penmanship that shimmered under the sun and just as you put on the work desk both you and Trey share, a small creature races between your feet. A hedgehog runs with a flower in its mouth, your feet quick to run after it.

“Hey, get back here! Don’t eat that.”

The flowers of the strawberry plant bloom beautifully against the sun that bore down from the glass panes, the chuckle of an unknown hand reaching out from within the shadows and into the sun with material sheer, smooth and black as night.

“What do you mean one of our hedgehogs escaped into the botanical garden?!” Though you only saw him once or twice, Deuce Spade stood out to you for looking sharp and well dressed. Like an honor student. That was until you saw him in action with his polar opposite, Ace Trappola.

“I don’t know, I just saw it running with a flower in its mouth so I had to chase it down before it decided to nibble on more plants.” You explain, pushing your fork into the warm food before you yet it did little to calm your nerves. “Still, it’s pretty weird for it to get that far.” Ace wondered, his chin resting on his palm.

“Did Mister Trey read the letter?” Lemilia asked suddenly, her presence had become a constant factor for you ever since she agreed to write your letter. Though quiet, she was good company to have around.

You set your fork down, letting out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding. “I don’t know.” Your appetite disappeared and your back begins to hunch. “I left it on the work desk in the garden. That’s the only place I know he’ll go to. He likes to inspect the strawberry patch every day.”

Lemilia pokes at a piece of her meal, a roast beef sandwich. “Mister Trey will answer you regardless.”

“What makes you say that?”

“His heart is open to those willing to read it, I’ve said it before.” She chews at her food, for longer than usual and swallows it. “He won’t hide from you.”

“I hope you’re right, Lemilia. I really do.”

In the sunset, the garden looked different. It looked sleepier than it used to be, the flowers have closed up for the night and its inhabitants doing their last round before seeking shelter. It almost felt like a place where you could just sit by the plants and watch the moon rise into the sky.

Though that kind of activity would have to be reserved for another day.

Your eyes move to the strawberry patch, your heart plummeting to your stomach upon seeing the letter untouched amongst the leaves. “He won’t hide from you.” Lemilia’s words ring like a loud bell against your sigh.

You move to pick up the letter, the sides wet from hose water and dew. “Well, she was right. He didn’t exactly hide it.” Crestfallen, you take the letter back to where your bag as placed. You think you should call it a day and head home.

“What are you doing here, little guy?”

You inhale sharply and your shoulders are tense, Trey carries a hedgehog carefully in his palm and smiles your way. “Oh hey, I was wondering where you were. You doing alright? I didn’t see you the entire day.” You smile at him, or at least try to and quickly move to hide the letter. “I was busy, lots of school work and all that jazz.”

“I get you. I wasn’t able to visit the garden today because of it.”

And through those words did your apprehensive tension give way to giddy panic and relief as your grip on the letter tightened. “You never got to visit the garden all this time?”

“No, I wish I could have—Ack!”

The letter was pushed to his chest and you bolted for the door, grabbing your bag with you as you ran from him. Your feet took you as far as you could go, as far away from him as possible until you were out of breath.

This was your chance. Tis was your time to say what you felt about him, and in the end, you ran away. You couldn’t help but laugh at the cruel irony of your position. You wanted to be honest and tell him how you feel and yet, here you are…Miles away from him with only a letter to keep him company.

“This was a stupid idea…” You mumble. “So incredibly stupid.”

Slinking your back over your shoulder, you begin your walk of shame home.

If you thought the previous day was bad today was just as, if not more, worse than you had expected. The botanical garden’s entrance was blocked by one Trey Clover, his eyes downcast and hands holding a familiar piece of paper. And just when you thought you could come in, his keen eyes looked to you and effectively locked you in place.

“Come inside.” He said with a voice void of his usual warmth.

“Trey, about the letter—Ah!” Instead of replying, Trey took you by the wrist and pulled you into him and embracing you with the warmth you yearned from him. “Really, you…You didn’t have to run away like that.”

“I was scared.” You tell him, your hands coming up to hug him back and bury your nose into his neck. “I didn’t know how you were going to react.”

His hold on you tightened slightly before loosening. “Is that why I didn’t see you at all yesterday?” His forehead butted yours at your silence. “You know I’m not that kind of person, I’ll never hide from you. So please don’t hide from me, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded your head and Trey pulls away with a smile but his hold on you remained comforting and strong. For a moment, Trey hesitated to move closer out of fear of startling you but to his surprise your hand came to cup his cheek.

Your lips press against his for a brief moment “I love you.”

Trey kissed back, his reply not needing any words.

“It seems things have gone well.” Vil looks to the school grounds from the balconies above, his eyes spotting you and Trey walking together in close proximity as Lemilia walks by with Deuce behind her. For a moment, you meet her eyes before going about the day with a greeting nod.

“Though I find your tampering be quite unnecessary, Rook.”

As the wind blew, Rook Hunt rested beside the beautiful dorm leader; his chuckle going with groan of the trees. “I would like to term it as ‘setting the stage’, beautiful Vil. I was helping in preparing for the fruitful finale. I am merely fulfilling my role as a supportive senior to my juniors, after all.”

“You dot on them too much, I swear.”

“See it as you will. Fufu~.” From his shoulder, a pink hedgehog yawned and his gloves sleek and smooth; dark as the night remained tattered. His keen eyes look over to you then over to his juniors “Though I feel there will be more stories to unravel and adventures to be had through the letters she will write in the future.”

[the-crows-typist]

Now, on to part 2 of our 500 follower milestone! I hope you enjoy it. And now, we enter the dilemma >:3

[Prologue]~[Part 1]~[Part 2]

Let The Tale Begin

The festivities of the Heartslabyul dorm befitted its name, sweets of every name, roses of painted over red within the maze of green, and the feeling of royalty in every turn and sound. While you did enjoy a nice party here and there, something this high end was something you had yet to experience in it’s entirely.

You were overwhelmed, simply put.

You tried to reason with yourself, to think...Would a party like this even help with what was set out to be done? Would a party help to speak what you always wanted to sat from the heart? The tea in your hands lost its warmth and somehow your fingers felt as if it froze over.

“You’re not used to it too, huh?”

Epel Felmier was a beautiful person, with looks that reflected innocence and purity…That is, until you got to know him better. Away from the sparkle and shining influence of Pomefiore, Epel was someone who was fun-loving, loud, and enthusiastic with the activities he came to love as hobbies.

Though, that enthusiasm did come with an air of immaturity but you’re certain everyone had gone through the same thing. Both of you needed time to grow, needed time to buffed and shine; you only hoped that you would get there at the right time.

“Yeah. I like parties but not this high-end kind of stuff.” The white clothed tables mingled with the navy blues and reds of the dorm uniform.

Epel chuckled, leaning back against the wall of the building. “Well, you can say I got used to it. Some grilled meat would do wonders for all the sweets Heartslabyul likes to put out.” Vil did not stand far, his delicate hand on the teacup with three fingers holding its handle.

“It would.”

The two of you sit in silence, watching the dorms mingle and talk. You see Trey give some tea to Riddle then to Lemilia who sat next to him around a round table. Words were exchanged and gazes catch, Vil closes his eyes and Rook smiles to himself, almost giggling in excitement.

“Do you have experience in ballroom dancing?”

Lemilia joined you at the side, her dorm uniform flowing with movement and hands poised over each other. You shake your head. “I did take some lessons but they’re the bare bone basics. I don’t think I’ll be able to dance something so complicated.”

“What about you, Lemilia?”

“I cannot say that I am an expert. Mister Vil does teach us but it is not enough that all of us are able to dance.”

“I see.”

Trey laughs at the sidelines, the vice dorm leader finally taking a break to chat with his friends. He held an aura that exuded seniority among his peers and eyes that held experience and wisdom.

“Do you really think this letter is a good idea?” The music comes to an end, the students bowing to their respective dance partners. “Do you think writing out the feelings in my heart is the way to go about this? Will Trey even appreciate it?”

“…” Lemilia looks to you in silence despite your need for an answer. “I cannot answer that.”

“Of course you can’t.” You sigh, looking down at your feet. “Sorry, I just…I don’t really remember why I even bothered to do this.”

“Isn’t it because you want Trey to know you love him?”

“…Will a letter even work?”

The music begins, the bodies began to move and partners began to pair, the atmosphere was merry yet the cold pit in your stomach was too obvious to ignore. “Mister Vil has always reminded me time and time again that everything comes with a risk, even love.”

“But the risk makes it all the more worthwhile, right?” The typist looks at her palms, the black cloth of her dorm uniform silk against her skin. Her hands ball into soft fists. “Especially the idea of him saying yes to your feelings.”

Trey looks over to you, waving his hand in greeting, the way he looked at you made your knees lock and chest warm. Love was risky, yes that was correct.

“How did you two meet, if I may ask?”

“It was simple.” You explain. “We met during class and everything was history from there.” You look to the people dancing before you, the way their uniforms flowed against each other. “He needed help with a problem and…I was, coincidentally, the one with the answers.”

You close your eyes, sighing and pushing yourself off the wall. “I need some air. It’s getting really stuffy in here.”

“May I join you?”

The maze was silent now that everyone was inside the dorm. You walk, the typist lagging behind you. “Trey and I happen to share the same classes, the same teachers, even the same clubs.” You explain. “That’s how I grew close to him.”

A fountain comes into view, the flowing water sounded like peace compared to the sound of laughter and music. You sit by the edge while Lemilia stays a few steps away. “It’s nothing special, the two of us happen to be at the same place at the same time.”

“What made you like him?”

“…Everything.”

She tilts her head, her monotonous expression showing slivers of confusion.

“When you fall in love, you can’t really describe what made you fall in love. You just are. From the simplest of things to the most personal of moments.” You feel yourself smile, remembering the times when you and Trey would sit in the botanical garden talking the day away.

“Your love grew the more time you spent with him, is that it?”

“Yes, to put it simply. That’s why I couldn’t put it into words…There’s just too much to say to just put it into one letter.”

Lemilia sits down across you, smoothing out her uniform as she does so. A hesitant air envelopes you, your back hunching over in thought. You did love Trey, you really did, but you weren’t sure you if those feelings were returned.

“You can still say it without the letter.”

And that possibility scared you. What if your feelings drove him away? What if it would destroy the friendship you had with him? What if he leaves you? What will become of you?

“I don’t know if I can…”

“Are you still scared?”

A silence passes by the both of you, the gurgling water of the fountain was your only source of noise.

“…Let’s go back to the ballroom, I feel that Vil and Riddle will be upset that some guests are missing.”

“Okay.”

The both of you walk away from the fountain just as a hedgehog scurries by your feet, running to the other side of the maze. It stops upon a pair of familiar shoes, gloved hands gingerly picking up the prickly animal and looking on to the pair heading back.

“…Really,”

[the-crows-typist]

Time for part 3! Hope you enjoyed this one!

[Prologue]~[Part 1]~[Part 2]~[Part 3]

Let The Tale Begin

“There you are.” Vil says, coming forth to the both of you with hands ready to fix any blemishes or a thread out of line. “Where have you two been?” Riddle asked, hand on his hip and expression expectant of a queen holding a hearing.

“…The fountain.” You answer, looking down as to not meet any of their gazes.

“Inside the maze? The two of you could have gotten lost. What would have happened had—.”

“Riddle, it’s alright.”

Trey stands before them, smile relaxed yet body in need of a break. “Lemilia, you and Deuce go to the maze to study correct?”

“Yes, I have visited enough times to memorize the layout.”

“Then that settles it. The ballroom was getting stuffy so I don’t blame them for wanting to go outside and get some air.” Riddle sighs, looking over to the two of you with a look contempt. “I do not want anything bad to happen under my watch so next time please don’t hesitate to ask any of my students for help.”

Lemilia is pulled away to receive her own scolding leaving you with a tired looking Trey Clover. He bumps your shoulder, nudging you to follow him to a corner. “You’re lucky Riddle is in a good mood today, you would’ve gotten collared the moment he found you.”

“Is he really that strict?”

“On bad days he’s a tad bit worse.”

His laugh prompted you to do the same, “I didn’t expect you to be here, what’s the occasion?”

“Oh, uh, I…Um,” Hesitance grows with your anxiety, how were you going to answer that without giving your intentions and feelings away? There was a yelp and a scurry of tiny feet, Rook carefully running after a hedgehog that entered the vicinity and behind him was a worried Riddle, struggling to juggle his duties as a host and a dorm leader.

“Rook, dear, cease this play before you’ll get hurt.” Vil scolds his right hand man who does not heed his warning but instead continues forth in his chase.

“Nonsense, beautiful Vil. This little one just loves a good chase.” The hunter laughed, the pink hued animal scurrying around and about everyone’s feet and even through Riddle’s cape. You use this distraction to think, think of an excuse.

“I happen to be in good graces with a few people from the Pomefiore dorm.”

Rook catches the small creature just as it curls into a ball, Vil sighing knowing well the hunter would not listen as he enjoyed the thrill of the hunt far too much. Trey laughed, the very sound of it making your insides shiver with delight. “I can see why, they’re just as fun-loving as you.”

“Fun-loving?” You stifle a laugh. “If anything, I just watch others have fun.”

“That’s still having fun, though.”

The chatter stops just as the music fills the air, the partners coming together for another dance. “Ah, I know this one. Simple but not that slow.” Turning to you, he offers his hand, “Would you like to dance with me?”

“I…” You hesitate, looking at his hand then to him. “I don’t know how.”

“It’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll teach you.”

With your hands in each other’s, Trey pulls you into the dance floor and he whispers the instructions of where to move your feet and when to turn, all with that calm and certain voice of his. “You’re doing great. Okay, now let’s move slowly into the crowd—.”

“Trey, can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

His inquisitive tone mutes all the music and noise around you, your heart quick and your lungs breathless. Should you do it now? Tell him?? Right there, in front of the crowd? Trey stuck with you since the day you met…All signs seem to point that things will go the way you intended.

“Mister Vil has always reminded me time and time again that everything comes with a risk, even love.”

Lemilia’s words rang true, your breathing was quick and heart beating loudly. Everything had a risk, a probability of failure, an uncertainty. Trey’s brows furrowed at your silence. “Hey, come on, don’t be so tense.” He twirls you around, breaking your train of thought. “If you think I’m going to get angry, I’m not that kind of person. I’m willing to listen to what you have to say.” The music ramps us, the dancing around you becomes quicker and bodies pressed together. “So don’t worry about it too much, alright?”

His words brought you to calmness, your mouth opening to speak—

“The flamingoes got out of their enclosure!” One of the students yelled, the squeaks and honks of multicolored birds running amok in the gardens mute against the windows of the ballroom. One so brightly pink and pecked and pulled at the door, forcing it open.

“Pens at the ready.” Riddle, for someone as small as him, held a voice of command proud…As well as sneer that made a chill run down their smile. His face was red, the two licks of hair arched and pointed in anger. “To think all this would happen today of all days!”

“Ah, Riddle’s angry.” He said, hand kept around your waist as burst of magic and elements whirled through the ballroom and air forcing the doors open. “I’m sorry, I gotta take care of some things.”

“It’s okay.” Your hands pat his shoulder reassuringly. “Go.”

A moment’s hesitation and Trey runs off, bolting for the nearest bird to pull to the ground. It didn’t take long for you to run after him when a blue flamingo played dirty, sneaking up from behind.

“Good work out there.”

Glasses of water were passed, the two of you sitting on the grass as the last of the rebellious flamingoes are put back in their enclosures with Riddle overseeing each one is put back in their place, his head fuming with receding anger. Vil was quick to touch up his makeup, urging his group to do the same.

“I didn’t think that having to chase flamingoes would be so hard!” You complained, taking the glass of water and sipping the cool liquid while Trey took it in gulps. “That bunch have learned a few tricks over the years. It gets harder and harder to manage every year.”

He laughs, panting against the cold glass. “But somehow, since you were here chasing the flamingoes was a little less stressful.”

“H-huh? W-well, I did enjoy carrying some whining flamingoes back. It was fun to talk to them knowing they’re in trouble.”

Trey laughs again, his smile toothy and sweet like the confectionary he let you try. Despite the cool water, your insides licked like fire.

“That’s what I like about you, you like fun.”

Golden hour passed over the dorm of cards, the Pomefiore students rounding up and saying their goodbyes to friends and acquaintances alike. Vil and Riddle shake hands, their vice dorm leaders doing that same.

“Thank you for coming to the party, Senior Vil, but I’d also like to apologize for the chaos that has transpired on our grounds.”

The taller dorm leader only shook his head, the golden light framing his features and casting shadow against his clean skin. “Regardless of the time of day, you always hold your head high like a queen. I like that.” His eyes scan the surroundings, his students mingling with the Hearstlabyul folk. Epel with Ace, Lemilia with Deuce and many others.

“Though what had happened did not go according to plan, this activity has bolstered our bonds and formed connections. That’s the whole point of these parties, is it not?”

“Perhaps so. Until then, Senior Vil, Senior Rook. Please have a pleasant evening.” The dorms part ways, friends waving good bye and farewells for the night.

“Mister Rook, your gloves are tattered.” Lemilia noted, yellow eyes cast down at the senior’s ripped clothing. “Ah, do not fret. This was from the feisty hedgehog I held in the ballroom. You can only hold them for so long until the quills start to dig through.”

“…”

“You enjoy the thrill of the hunt too much, dear. See to it that you are able to sew those tears shut.”

“Oui.” Rook happily hummed, leaving Lemilia with you to walk at a slower pace. “Did you enjoy the party? I saw you and Mister Trey dancing before the flamingoes went loose. You seemed to enjoy it very much.”

You bump her shoulder, her hair soft against your arm. “Really, you’re so observant.”

“…Is that bad?”

“Not really. Not to me, at least.”

Through the portal and towards Pomefiore, you stop when the typist took the steps back to her dorm. “Hey, are you free tomorrow after school?”

“Yes, why?” The portal’s pull mimicked the wind, your respective dorm uniforms fluttering from its pull.

“I want to try writing the letter again.”

[the-crows-typist]

Time for a Celebration

"Come in."

You open the door and the first thing you hear is the quiet typing of a typewrited and its ring when the slider is pushed back.

You sit, hands solemnly on your lap. Eyes like dull gold regard you like a book.

"I want to write a letter to express my feelings."

Lemilia's typing stops, "To the person you love?"

"Yes."

Interested, Lemilia slid upon her seat upfront to you. "Who?"

You hesitate to speak, only opening your mouth after a bout of silence.

To celebrate 500 followers, let's make a letter. I will leave a poll open for a week and make a letter for the student who has the most number of votes.

Good luck and let's see how this goes, shall we?

[the-crows-typist]

The fingers of the typist fly through the keys, Lemilia's hands still for one moment in thought. "The day of hearts approaches fast, doesn't it?" She asked to particularly no one.

"Perhaps it is best that I do something special."

To her right, she pulls out a piece of paper and begins to type write out five words.

Cards - Floyd

Flowers - Kalim

Chocolate - Jade

Sunset - Cater

Kiss - Vil

"This sounds about right." She whispers to herself and begins to type again, invigorated by sudden burst of ideas. Yes. This will do.

Since Valentines is just around the corner, I'd like to do something special. Each word will be the subject of one fic as per how I operate, the twist is I want you, my dear followers, to pick a character to pair with the word of your choice.

Of course, this is a first come-first serve basis kind of event so please do try to be quick when thinking.

Please use the comments to choose what character and word you'd like to be paired together. Thank you very much and I can't wait to see what combinations you all have in store.

[the-crows-typist]

I'd like to request a scenario/drabble with Vampire!Rook x a fem!reader about her first night as his bride and victim. Is it too much detail to add she has purple hair too? c; Please and thank you~

Content warning: Vampire!Rook, feeding, and mentions of blood

Oh, you~ This was such an indulgent thing to write.

Let The Words Flow Through You

“Bride of mine, hold still now.” 

The moon was high and its light glowed through the bedroom. Rook’s cape left its shoulders to be put on a waiting chair. His bride, his chosen one stood in the middle of the room watching his every move. “You do not need to be so wary; the feeding will only last a few moments.” His sharp eyes continued to watch her, his teeth pinched at his gloves as he pulled his hands out. “Breathe for me, bride of mine. I’ll make you feel nothing but weightlessness.”

The speed of a vampire was quick and his bride was pinned to the wall, his soft hands against her shoulders to hold her in place. He despised the training that his bride had to go through, such a vibrant soul reduced to a porcelain doll. It would to the village well to heed his warning.

“Close your eyes, bride of mine. Relax.” His hands brushed away the hair, the color of lilac

His fangs made her shiver, her hands against her chest as she braced. The gush of blood against warm skin was a symphony of flavor, his bride letting out a sigh as her hold on herself weekend, her blood dripping down his chin and to her dress. Rook pulled away, licking his lips.

He kissed the mark on her neck, letting it close with his own power. “You’ve done well, bride of mine. Rest. Rest and I will see you again at dusk.”

[the-crows-typist]

A complete side note but your asthetic is SO elegant and calming. Like every time I come to reread you works I feel like I should make me some tea then sit in my favorite seat so I can read and enjoy. So thank you for the nice atmosphere!!!! 😁😁❤❤❤

"You think so?" Lemilia's hands hold onto the teapot, her shoulders hunched for a moment in thought. "I just type what I think but since you like it very much, I'll continue to work hard.

"Oh, apologies. Let me pour you another cup of tea."

This honestly made my day, anon. I really appreciate your words about my works, it makes me very happy.

[the-crows-typist]

Hullo Lemilia-senpai! I just wanted to say hi and see how you were doing :3

Hello, I'm doing quite alright. You can say my lastest work took lots of time out of me so I'm resting.

Ah, where are my manners? Please, join me. I've prepared some tea and biscuits. It's not much but I hope you still enjoy it.

Here, allow me to pour you a cup.