#the rills

[esoteric-aesthetic-lyrics]

Bones - The Rills

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THE RILLS - MISTAKE you're scared to be yourself in case someone treats you like you treat them

[no-more-fvcks]

[clannfearrunt]

Happy Grand Fest Gamers and Duelists

[yo-no-he-dicho-nada]

Hit #1 de lo que va de 2024

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

What kind of a man is he?

Yami: Ass man. But he does not shy away from placing a kisses to the back of your neck, or neck in general either

Fuegoleon: Ass man. But back and thighs are high on his list as well

Nozel: Thigh man. Legs are the thing for him. His second choice would be boobs

William: Boob man. Legs would also be his second choice

Rill: Hand man as much as a boob man.

Jack: Hip man. Thighs and boobs next.

Finral: Boob man. Legs come second

Nacht: Also boob man. Legs and arms come next

Magna: Also boob man. Thighs would be second choice

Luck: Leg man. Ass man as an extension

Yuno: Ass man. Appreciates thighs just as much

Marx: Ass man. Likes placing kisses onto jawline too

Julius: Thigh man. And one can do a lot with hands too :)

Gauche: Boob and ass. Both are just as nice

Henry: Bare back is so sexy to him. Thighs are second choice

Zora: Thigh man. But "a great ass is a great ass"

[theversemage]

Has the memory gone? Are you feeling numb?

Or have I become invisible?

[jacks-little-jacky]

How do you think the other captains would react if Jack a soft cute so but in the battle field she’s just as violent as him

The other Captains | Jack the Ripper x Reader Headcanons

This is the second time I've written this request and I swear to god if Tumblr crashes again and deletes everything I will start pre-writing everything on docs. Also, this isn't my usual request of writing for Jack but rather the other Captain's opinions on something that has to do with Jack, so I hope I somewhat nailed them.

Yami Sukehiro

Honestly he's so confused about how Jack got a gf

She's cute??? Huh???

Since I see them as the best buddies, he's glad that Jack got himself a pretty and sweet gf but he fears how long he's able to keep her because the man is batshit crazy

so he's a bit surprised but relieved when he sees you go crazy too

he was a lil afraid Jack would become too much or maybe try to dull himself down as he only saw your cute side, so seeing how you're able to match him is good in his eyes

still makes jokes about Jack being too dumb to keep a relationship but he secretly ships it fr

William Vangeance

he likes you! you're sweet and nice!

maybe a little weird next to Jack because you seem his polar opposite

doesn't think too much about it, he's glad you make Jack happy

like Yami he spends a little moment to wonder if maybe he'd get too much for you

also relieved but not as much when he sees your other side

also... a little concerned.... especially if you're not a magic knight.

Rill Boismortier

oh! Captain Jack has a girlfriend! He has a heart! A soft side!

and you're so sweet too???

he def. would try to get along with you, partially because he really thinks you're sweet and he's a very friendly guy

also because he hopes it puts him in good books with Jack because he's lowkey scared

His reaction when you reveal your crazy side is like: "... Oh no... they're both insane..."

He likes your passion though! And how it matches with Jack. He sees a certain beauty in how your differences become irrelevant in a dire/battle situation and you both "dance" on the field

Mereleona Vermillion

she doesn't care all that much tbh

she thinks you're sweet but doesn't really waste another thought on it

only get's interesting when she sees how intense you can get

I guess she'd like Jacks willingness to fight so to see that you're kinda double trouble would be relationship goals for her

doesn't really spend much time thinking about it tho

Charlotte Roselei

How

No, just how? Jack? Pulled a girl? A sweet one like you?

She's baffled

You're so sweet? And nice? And that all for someone like Jack?

Charlotte doesn't like most men in general and while I am a firm believer of Jack x Charlotte in a platonic friendship way... She still would be confused how someone likes him ROMANTICALLY

a little happy for Jack tho, she knows he's not that bad (and she likes roudy guys Yami too)

likes you a lot more when she sees you can dish out some too, maybe would even suggest for you to join her squad

a little worried about Jack and you riling each other up though

Dorothy Unsworth

she likes you, you're sweet and she ships the difference in everyday attitude

Now it depends, if you're being unnecessarily cruel, she'd frown at it but she understands well that it's fun to let loose and play with your magic (which can be very destructive at times)

so yeah Dorothy would like the energy but if you're like crazy violent in a sense of hurting more than you'd have to for no real reason she'd be put off a little

she'd pull you into her glamour world sometimes to show you versions of Jack who totally swoons over you because that how it looks like to her LMAO

Kaiser Granvorka

he's also a little concerned about you at first

sure Jack has to be somewhat sane and respectable to be a Captain but I don't think Kaiser thinks too highly of him

he likes you tho, hopes that maybe you'll rub off on Jack a little

when he sees the way you behave in battle he's more concerned

maybe... he doesn't want you to rub off on Jack. He is crazy enough

After all, this man is married as far as I know and I belive he's still as happy as he can be for you two

Nozel Silva

he's... confused.

Now if you're a noble or a royal his mind is genuinely blown and he thinks Jack did some dirty trick to get you with him

if you're a peasant he doesn't care. at all. maybe raises an eyebrow but doesn't care too much.

if you're a noble/royal he's a bit "concerned" about your violent side but of course, you'd be powerful. it does shift his view on the relationship in a more positive light to see that you don't need to use Jack as a bodyguard/are not dependent on him

if you're a peasant his only thought is "Great, now there's two of them..." - he doesn't like your boyfriend and your chances for him to like you are very, very thin

he might like you more than Jack though because you at least have a sweet and soft side that is socially acceptable

Fuegoleon Vermillion

he's pretty much a middle ground of William and Nozel here

he thinks his part but you won't catch onto that

very glad you're a well behaved and mannered woman and you seem to manage Jack's personality well

he can see the appeal for Jack when you match him, you have no reason to be scared if you're the same and you certainly understand his odd... hobbies like this

but also a little concerned that there are now two of that kind together

Julius Novachrono

Man is in everybodies business

he doesn't say or think much of it tbh, he has seen a fair amount of people and how layered they can be

he likes that you're sweet and soft because it definitely could be handy for Jack (he doesn't cause trouble that much but damn him and Yami at the same spot is always a ticking time bomb and oh does your presence keep Jack focused on something else than Yami)

the violent part is only really interesting depending on your magic, if somehow you and Jack worked on a spell or something that boosts both of you when near each other he'd be intrigued

just hope none of you gets hurt (or does something illegal)

[saiyef]

[awakefor48hours]

is this a format?

[ravioli-fries]

Parents and Child

[margocooper]

Скала и родник под ней считаются местом силы - ленты на деревьях повязывают на исполнение желаний, а монетки брошенные в воду -на любовь.

The rock and the spring under it are considered a place of power—ribbons on trees are tied for the fulfillment of desires, and coins thrown into the water are for love.

[lillotte17]

The Music Room

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS‼- Do Not Read unless you have completed the Dread Wolf's Regrets quest!!!!

AN: I have not finished the game, so I don't know if this will actually be part of my canon yet, but the world is currently awful and I...needed to be making something. But as I said: I have NOT finished the game yet, so if you leave a comment (pls and thank) do NOT write anything with spoilers in it!!!

Okay, on with the show!

~

Rill finds Inquisitor Lavellan sitting at the harpsichord in the music room. All of the other rooms at the Lighthouse had seemed barren when they had first started using it as their base, and even this one had apparently been used as some sort of storage space -there was an alarming amount of cheese for some reason- but the quiet here feels different in a way that is hard to quantify. Peaceful, as opposed to desolate. The light pouring through the windows is always bright in here. Always warm. The murals on the walls were still vivid when they came. Colorful and new. The most prominent one bears the symbol of the Inquisition flanked by howling wolves.

The woman contemplating it does not look like the fearsome hero who closed a hole in the sky and stopped the southern half of the world from falling into chaos, though. She looks small. And tired. And sad.

Rill clears her throat, feeling awkward.

“So. Not trying to complain or anything, but when you asked to come here, you did say that you could help by giving us insight into Solas’ history and his way of thinking and… Well. You were pretty quiet in there while we watched those memories.”

“I know,” Aili sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry. I’m just… I knew some of it. Bits of things he told me himself. Things I figured out…afterwards. And I knew there would be more. More I didn’t know. He’s thousands of years old, so I knew that the story of his life would be more than what he had told me, but…”

“It’s a lot.” Rill hums in agreement.

“Bit of an understatement,” Aili snorts. Her gaze drifts down, and she runs her fingers over the instrument in front of her. “…I didn’t even know he played.”

“So, tell me what you do know,” Rill says, casually plopping down onto a nearby crate, “It’s probably more helpful than you think.”

“I know… I know that he hates tea.”

“Right. Noted. Probably shouldn’t offer him any of Lucanis’ coffee either, then.” Rill grins, folding her arms across her chest.

“Probably not,” Aili agrees, returning the smile faintly. “He has a sweet tooth, though. He loves books. Loves learning. And teaching, too. He was always happy to share stories about places he had been, or spirits he had talked to. He paints beautifully. And he sketches, too. He doesn’t laugh very often, but when he does, it’s…”

She trails off, her face creased with grief and faint traces of longing.

“I’m sorry.”  She says again.

Rill shakes her head at the apology but gives her a curious look afterwards.

“You said that Solas was important to you; I’m guessing you didn’t mean that you were just really good friends?”

Aili shrugs.

“I thought that we were…something.” She glances around the room again, eyes landing on the mural of the slain dragon and the mourning wolf above it. “Now I’m not sure if even that was true.”

“Is that something he would lie about?” Rill wonders, her eyebrows ticking upwards, “Because that would be some valuable insight. He doesn’t strike me as the sort to use seduction as a manipulation tactic, but he seems comfortable twisting the truth about everything else, so…”

Aili sits for a moment in silence, frowning in consideration before finally shaking her he in the negative.

“It’s… No.” She fumbles briefly. “I know that given…given everything we’ve seen, it might be hard to believe, but… He has a kind heart. Truly. He wants to do the right thing. He believes in justice, and he wants things to be fair. He wants to help people when he sees them suffering. And he blames himself when he can’t. He just…comes to the wrong conclusions, sometimes, and he struggles to ask for help when he needs it. He… There would be no reason to -no point- in lying about his feelings for me. I was already his friend, and I took his advice seriously. He had my ear and my protection. He wouldn’t get anything out of it unless his intention was to be needlessly cruel, and…he’s not like that. He isn’t.”

“Then why were you doubting that you had something?”

“It’s…complicated.” Aili sighs. “It’s about time, I think. Or at least, part of it is. He feels things deeply. Passionately. Even if you can’t tell which words he’s telling you are true, you can always tell when something matters to him. And this place… Mythal is everywhere. In every mural. In every room. Statues. Paintings. Symbols. Everything is about her. For her. Even now. Even after taking Flemeth’s power and essentially killing her himself. His love for her, whatever shape or form it might have had, has colored every aspect of his life since the beginning of the world. And compared to that…”

She taps a single key on the harpsichord, letting out a high clear note.

“Mythal is the All-Mother. The Protecter. The bright and beguiling moon. And I…I am barely a candle flame.”

“You’re the Inquisitor. The Savior of the South. People still call you the ‘Herald of Andraste.’ You disbanded the Inquisition, and still managed to bring enough people together to hold back the darkspawn hordes while I fight the gods up here in the North. I think you might be selling yourself a bit short.” Rill says with a curl of her lips, trying to be kind.

“There will always be heroes, just as there will always be despots. I’m hardly unique in that respect.” Aili replies, striking another key. “A puny mortal striking back at false gods probably reminded him of his own past. His own struggles. Maybe that was it. Maybe there’s even something about me that made him think of Mythal. I don’t know. I don’t know what he saw in me. Or thought he saw. But look around. There are a few Inquisition symbols in this room, but beyond that… There is no trace of me in this place. Nothing he held onto. Nothing he felt was worth keeping.” 

Rill frowns. Fidgeting with her hands. Itching to pull out a blade to play with, but uncertain if the move would been seen as a threat.

“Sorry.” She offers after a few moments of silence. “I try not to talk to him very often, for obvious reasons. It’s still a bit creepy, if I’m being honest. Even if I did, though, I don’t think his romantic life would be something he’d be keen to tell me about.”

“It’s not your fault,” Aili assures her with a smile that does not reach her eyes, “He wasn’t keen to tell me either.”

“The Fade’s a funny place, though,” Rill says, gesturing at their surroundings, “I’m not always sure which bits of the things we’ve found here are from Solas, and which things we brought along ourselves. Lucanis found a book he used to read as a kid. Harding says she can smell her mom’s cooking sometimes. Neve said she can hear the sea when she wakes up in the mornings. Things like that, you know?”

The Inquisitor nods.

“Not surprising, given the nature of this place and the person who built it.” Aili says. “This was a refuge. For spirits and slaves fleeing tyranny. And for Solas himself, too. It wants to be welcoming. It wants you to feel safe.”

“It was different when we got here, though.” Rill tells her. “Bit empty. Bit sad. Lonely, almost.”

“Sounds like Solas,” Aili sighs, something close to exasperated fondness.

“This room though…” Rill sits up straighter, turning her head to glance at the sunlight painting patterns on the already painted walls. “It was always like this. It may be small and tucked away, but it’s honestly one of my favorite places in the Lighthouse. It’s always a little warmer in here. The sun’s always shining through the windows. The quiet in here feels like…comfort. Like home.”

“I feel like you’re trying to lead me somewhere, but I’m not sure where it is,” Aili chuckles.

“Well, you said it yourself, didn’t you?” Rill grins back at her, “This is the only room with Inquisition symbols in it.”

Aili blinks. Makes a face.

“There are also murals of Mythal in here. Because she’s everywhere.”

It is Rill’s turn to sigh.

“Maybe she is. Maybe he couldn’t escape from her. Maybe he never will. What she did. What she made him do. What was done to her. But the library with all his memories of her is big and dark and gloomy. And the statues of her are stiff and aloof and cold. And the little room upstairs he shoved a cot into to sleep is…just depressing, really.”

 She catches the older woman’s gaze. Holds it.

“It’s called the Lighthouse, but the beacon at the top isn’t where the light is. It’s not in some huge memorial room dedicated to Mythal. It’s here. There’s a chair with your seal on it, almost waiting for you to sit and watch him play. There’s the paintings on the walls. There’s… Look, when did this become me telling you about the Dread Wolf’s heart?”

“I have no idea,” Aili laughs in earnest this time.

“Really though, this is a good room. I like to sit and read by the windows in here sometimes. The light in here always makes be think of summer afternoons. The air has a sweetness to it, too. Something flowery. Heather, maybe. Or Lavender.”

Aili starts, her eyes going wide.

“What’s wrong?” Rill asks.

“You said it smells like lavender in here?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“It’s…the soap I use. For my hair. I always have.”

“Well, there you have it!” Rill grins in triumph. “He kept your memory here. Away from his regrets. Somewhere bright and happy. Well…as happy as Solas gets, anyway. Not too bad for a candle flame, eh?”

Aili laughs again.

“Thank you, Rook.”

[clannfearrunt]

the octopus is the most flexible animal on earth due to having one thousand bones in each arm

vote team skeleton. for Bone Octopus

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Summary: You go on a date with your beloved. They pick you up for a Valentine's Date they've organized for you~

A/N: This is written as a choose your ending type of a fic, so the beginning is the same for all, but then endings are separately at the end! I was hoping to do more, but I ran out of time today, so, alas... But I hope you enjoy these dates!

Pairing: William x gn!reader, Fuegoleon x gn!reader, Nozel x gn!reader, Nacht x gn!reader, Yami x gn!reader, Rill x gn!reader Fanfic type: Oneshot/s Genre: Romance/fluff Total word count: ~2,7k Warnings: nothing, just fluff~

Late afternoon. The time of the day when a lot of the knights were finishing up their work for the day, and this would’ve been the time, on most days, when you would have tried to find your boyfriend. At least to ask him about how his day has been so far. At least as much, because it was never granted what could happen in Clover Kingdom that would involve the attention of the Magic Knights; some duty related to that, which would require either your attention, or your beloved’s.

But. Today, as it wasn’t like most of the days of the year, you hoped even more that it wouldn’t come to that. That you wouldn’t need to run off, or your dearest wouldn’t need to run off, and perform a duty. Though you were certain, that he wouldn’t unless it was absolutely necessary. Because this was something you had been planning for quite some time now already. This date, chance to spend some quality time together. Though it was, perhaps, a little bit … pretentious to have one day, specifically, dedicated to this kind of thing, when love could be celebrated on any day of the year. Not that you minded about being able to go out, served a few compliments here and there, and just… being together. So, perhaps, even if it might have been a tad bit pretentious, maybe it was better to have at least some kind of an excuse, a reminder to set aside some time for each other, and really bask in the warmth of each other’s emotions. So, maybe it didn’t matter, if it happened on this day that was dedicated for all lovers.

It was Valentine’s Day.

And your dearest had promised to take you out for dinner.

Where this dinner, and what kind of a dinner it might be, remained a mystery. He was particularly secretive about it, which was because, you assumed, he wanted you to be surprised. Though it made choosing an attire slightly more difficult.

But, knowing him, you had an idea about what it might be. Of course you couldn’t be sure, but … by now you felt like you had gotten to know him well enough, that you knew where he’d take you. Or at least what kind of a dinner date it might be.

Plus, he was picking you up, so you hoped that… if you had chosen something that wouldn’t fit, at all, he’d tell you.

There was a passing wave of amusement that washed over you as you were putting on the finishing touches, a wave with which your eyes turned to the ceiling as a chuckle escaped from your lungs and the corners of your lips tugged up, even if only a little. Butterflies swirled in your stomach, but the flutter, the swirling and tumbling, was wrapped in a blanket of calm; of reassurance. Because…

Of course he would tell you.

Or then he might make slight adjustments to the plan, if possible. Because he would never put you into a situation where you’d feel ashamed by showing up in a wring place, in something far out of place. Some outfits were just difficult to maneuver in certain events. Wearing the same thing to a picnic on the field and a formal ball might … perhaps suit some people, but one would look out of place in the other. And he would never purposefully do that, make you seem like you didn’t belong.

So, of course, he’d tell you.

Because he loved you.

There was a knock at your door, which made the butterflies swirl even harder, as if trying to rise to your throat, making your swallow. Your heart began to race, and you could feel a faint warmth on your cheeks. Which… perhaps, was something out of place. After all, you had been dating for quite some time already. There was no reason to start feeling this bashful about him picking you up on a date.

But you did.

He was still able to make you feel like this, even after all this time. And that, from what you understood, was a rare treat. Not everyone was so in love still after so much time.

So… there was a hint in there, in your reaction and how he made your heart race. They whispered in your ear with the quiet utterance of a careful wish; a careful wish because you didn’t quite dare say it as the truth.

That this was real. What you shared, was real.

Genuine love that everyone speaks about, but far less seem to achieve. From what you heard. From what you had previously felt.

Oh no, this was real.

It was too good to be anything but.

And so, you made your way to the door, and took a deep breath before placing your hand onto the cool surface of the metal door handle.

The corners of your mouth were still tugged up, and your eyes were half lidded as you thought about him.

Yeah, you loved him, with all your heart.

And with that, you opened the door.  

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William stood there, in a fine pressed suit, without a mask. After all, nowadays, he had come to terms with how he looked like. And though you wanted to think that it was because of the love, support, and reassurance from your part, you also didn’t want to take his strength in coming to terms with it, away from him. It has been his strength of overcoming his insecurities.

“Good afternoon, my sweet songbird,” he wished while handing you a bouquet of flowers. White lilies that smelled so sweet, along with red roses.

“Hey,” you greeted, practically sang, while taking the flowers.

“I have booked us seats in a restaurant by a nearby river,” there was shyness in his tone, so careful and hushed it was. “I … thought it would be nice to sit there, nearby the trees and dine as we watch the sunset.”

You could see a hint of blush on his cheeks, as he told of his plans, wanting to make sure that you’d be alright with it.

And for a moment you had to wonder to yourself, why wouldn’t you be alright with it? Because that sounded absolutely splendid; careful and tender. Just the kind of a date he’d arrange. So, of course, you accepted his plans, and invitation to take you onto this date.

“That sounds absolutely lovely,” you told him, making a smile of relief appear on him, and which in turn made your own smile only widen.

He really cared for you. He really, really did. Your sweet William, who held so much love in his heart.

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Fuegoleon stood there, behind the door, in a rather regal attire. Not that he wouldn’t have looked anything but regal on any day of the week. But his formal suit, adorned with gold chains and embroidery, made him look even more so. And the way he stood tall, as if making extra effort to straighten his back while picking you up, held a hint of something that could only be described as ‘adorable’.

“My beloved,” he began, carefully enunciating his words and giving you a small nod of recognition. “It would be a great honour, on this evening, if you would accompany me on a date,” he said, while handing out a bouquet of red roses, speaking of his love and commitment, and heliotropes that matches his eyes, which spoke of how everlasting they would be.

“And it would be an equal honour to accept this invitation,” you replied with a faint smirk and a little bit of a tease in your tone as you accepted the bouquet.

He let out a hum, as if trying to gather a taste of your words onto his tongue. Or perhaps he was contemplating on it, as he continued with: “I believe that to be impossible, my beloved. But I have booked us a private cabinet of a restaurant, where we might dine, and dance, and stare at the stars from a private balcony.”

That was unless you’d get lost in his eyes before even catching a glimpse of the stars.

But, you had a feeling, as you agreed to his proposal, that he might get lost in yours first.

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Nozel’s mauve eyes greeted you on the other side of the door. He was wearing a suit, adorned with silver and blue, which made him look, if humanly possible, even more handsome than he already was. His strong jawline, broad shoulders and piercing, intensive eyes, drew your eye in, as if an invitation. But, you couldn’t help but notice the ever so faint tone of pink right on top of his cheekbones.

Who would’ve guessed it, that the mighty eagle would appear so, while picking his dearest on a date?

You knew that he would never admit it, about feeling shy or insecure about it. About… If you would like what he had prepared.

“I … request your presence in the private garden of the Silva estate,” he stated, almost a little too officially. As if he was making a formal request, an announcement, perhaps even delivering a report. The way the words tumbled from his tongue were so stiff, and yet, the way his brows quivered, spoke of hesitance. “There is a dinner prepared, after which we might stroll in the garden, away from prying eyes.” His eyes closed, as if he was second guessing his plans and decisions. He continued while handing you a bouquet of lilacs and red roses, the sweet smell of which combined together as if a fine perfume.

“Well, my sweet silver prince,” you smiled, nearly grinned, because of his flushed state. “I happily accept,” you took a hold of the bouquets and took a step closer to him. “As long as there’s a kiss at the end,” you teased, which he’d have to grow to accept. That some teasing would be involved.

“Are you trying to bargain with royalty?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow, but there was an ever present, faint, playful tone in his voice, one that never before starting to date him, would you have imagined him to have. “I demand at least two,” he smirked making you laugh.

Perhaps he should get his way with this. Just maybe. This once~ Perhaps it wouldn’t be soooo very terrible to give in this once~

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Nacht stood in the doorway, holding a bouquet of dark red roses, and forget-me-nots that matched his eyes, looking at you with his usual, blank expression. And something about it took you back to a previous time, when he still wasn’t ready to open up about his emotions, to a time when he was insecure, or in denial, about his emotions. Or perhaps a little bit of both, deeming it better that you would stay away from a person such as him.

He handed you the flowers, while averting his eyes for a faint moment, before his lips parted. “I have arranged us a table in a restaurant, in a nearby village. It’s a smaller, more secluded place, but…” he paused, as if hesitating. “Afterwards I… hoped we could take a walk through the forest and… admire the moon and the stars.”

You knew that he was a former noble, and thus, he knew his way around etiquette and could have dined even in a more pristine restaurant, without issues. But it didn’t mean that he wanted to. Generally speaking, arranging dinner dates had proved a little bit difficult, because he didn’t wish to flaunt his relationship around, in front of the eyes of strangers. But neither did he want to stay in the Black Bull’s hideout and have to deal with the teases and comments of the other Bulls.

This was all about you. And thus, a smaller, more quiet restaurant and stargazing.

It would be just about the two of you. Your emotions, your love, your choice to be together. His and yours. And he was so very devoted to you, which you knew. He cared so much that sometimes you thought he might break. Because there was an ocean under that cold exterior.

You geld onto the bouquet with one hand, and placed your hand onto his cheek, as you smiled to him. “And just exist. Spend time together. Just like that.” There was simplicity in your words, but there was a kind of beauty in simplicity. Because that it what you both wanted. Just to love and be loved in return.

What could have been sweeter than that?

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Yami stood behind the door, rubbing the back of his neck, and averting his eyes as you came in sight. He was wearing a t-shirt, in place of his usual tank-top, and new pants. But his squad robe was still there, now looking slightly out of place.

“Here,” he simply said while handing you a bouquet of red roses, plain and simple. But he was the kind of a guy, who wanted to be clear and simple about how he felt. He wouldn’t have said something, if he didn’t mean it. And so, there was something awfully fitting in him giving you a bouquet of red roses that didn’t try to be anything more, or anything less. They just were, and proclaimed the emotions that he held in his heart.

“Thank you,” you said while taking the bouquet in hand, and giving him a smile, as he still rubbed the back of his neck.

“So, there’s this … tavern in a village nearby… I know it’s not ‘nything fancy, but… it’s good, and I was thinking about taking you there,” he half mumbled, as if losing confidence. Almost like he thought that he’d need to offer you more. That his suggestion wouldn’t be good enough.

“As long as I’m with you, I’ll go anywhere,” you told him with a faint smirk. But really, despite the smirk, you were being very serious. Because you would have taken a good, honest guy like Yami over any fancy dinner with someone pretentious.

“Come ‘n,” he half sighed, half grumbled. “All ya needed to say was that you’d come with me…” he trailed off, while still looking away.

You let out a pleased hum, because you knew what that meant. That he had heard the reassurance, but he also wasn’t good with these kinds of things. He never had a good come back, because he just wasn’t the type of a guy.

At least not yet. Maybe in a few years. Maybe after spending a few more years together.

Time would only tell, and you’d be happy to find out.

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Rill stood there, with a large bouquet, adorned with every coloured flower that you could imagine. Red, blue, purple, white, yellow, pink and orange. But the manner in which they were arranged, made it look anything but messy, and… the huge red rose that sat at the centre of it, served it a kind of harmony; conviction, like it as exactly as things were supposed to be.

The first things you saw, were his hair, and the gigantic bouquet being presented, nearly shoved, to you.

“Happy Valentines, my dearest, my muse, my all!” You could hear him say, but despite the sincerity, there was apprehension, as if a question. If it was good enough. If this bouquet he was giving you, was good enough of a piece. Perhaps not his masterpiece, but good enough of a piece.

You took the bouquet, and held it lower, so that you might see him.

“I have arranged us a picnic!” He announced. “On a field with many gorgeous flowers, so that after we’ve eaten, I might try to paint a picture, a masterpiece worthy of the most beautiful flower there, you, my muse, my inspiration and all.”

Sometimes you had to think about how he was able to weave his words into such a gorgeous piece of poetry. Sometimes the syllables tumbled from him rather clumsily, but… every now and then, when he was speaking form the heart, he said the most perfect thing…

It really made you stop, and … if possible, fall in love with him even more.

“I’m… That sounds perfect,” you stated, while still trying to comprehend the depths of the meaning behind what he had stated.

But, you had a feeling that no matter how long you’d try to comprehend them, you never would. ‘Tis was the way of the soul of an artist.