Kyuubey
Yūgen
Elvena Stein
There was a plethora of emotions coursing through Elvy as a rice ball was shoved into her mouth. Surprise, irritation, admiration, and a bit of endearment being thrown into there. In her mind it was kind of cute, even if to others who may have seen knew that he just wanted her to shut up. As the golden eyed boy before her dropped the glove in her free hand, she also tucked it close to the other rice ball that she had refused to take a nibble of. She peered with blood coated eyes as he held up his hand with four fingers prominently being flashed before her. Without thinking she mimicked the action, starting to countdown as a finger disappeared after every statement he made until she was left with a fist in the air. Her head tilted to the side rather cutely, the words barely absorbed as she had been too entranced with staring at his mouth as he spoke. Something about him was drawing her in and while the way she looked at him was creepy, like someone needing to satiate their hunger, to her it was happening naturally and there was absolutely nothing weird about it. One could consider a rice ball given to them by an extremely handsome tatt’d up guy to be a national treasure. She thought to herself, lips scrunching up as she began to chew on the rice ball currently residing in her mouth that was just waiting to be devoured.
There was no time between his transformation into his weapon form and the quick act of slipping her glove back on flawlessly, hand reaching forward to grab the bandage wrapped hilt of his form. He landed against her palm softly, fingers curling with a manner of sureness and delicateness entwined into one action. She sighed in pure contentment, undeniably pleased that his weapon form was one that she was accustomed to. Whilst she was a genius master it came in handy to wield a familiar weapon. She felt their wavelengths dancing about to a similar beat, not completely in sync, but rather it was more like someone taking lead of a dance while the other allowed themselves to be led. Her soul was the one being dominant, his more lazy personality seeming to just go along with whichever way it wanted to go. The nature of her soul was more chaotic and unbalanced but somehow he was able to fit right into it, keeping up and now a part of its sinister essence. The hand void of food began to trace along the edge of the sword, now bothered by the chance that it could indeed cut her. She was admiring it, rather adoring the way that she felt when connected to him. It wasn’t like it was with Elias, strangely enough. As siblings they connected well enough but he was a puzzle piece that never quite fit. Here though, here was an unmotivated weapon whom she wanted to push to new points, to see if he would bear different results then he would’ve in the hands of another meister.
“ Obligated to carry you? If that’s all you ask of me then I shall do so. I wouldn’t want anyone else putting their hands on you anyways. “ She smiled adorably as she spoke through their bond, eyes slipping to a close as she lifted him up and rested him against one of her shoulders, the blunt side of his form sitting upon it as if it were a pillow. “ Is there anything else you ask of me? I know as a Meister my demands will greatly outweigh yours and I don’t exactly like the scales being that uneven. Granted I can fight on my own but this connection is something I’m willing to fight for, even if you don't feel the same. Oh, and you can stay at my place if you’d like. We have spare rooms though you’re welcome to crash on my bed if you end up there. “ Some people may have had an issue with someone of the opposite gender in their bed but Elvena surely wasn't one of them. After all there were plenty of nights where she had been plagued by nightmares and ended up in her brother's bed, clinging to him as if he was all that anchored any minuscule amount of sanity that she had left. Elvy fell silent then, eyes slowly opening as she found her lithe frame dancing towards the metal bleachers across from them, fluidly taking a seat upon the lower row and resting her cheek against the cold of his blade.
“ Can I nap with you? “ She asked with a small smile, the tiredness in her voice starting to flow into her words.
Interacted with; Takeshi Exanis
There was a plethora of emotions coursing through Elvy as a rice ball was shoved into her mouth. Surprise, irritation, admiration, and a bit of endearment being thrown into there. In her mind it was kind of cute, even if to others who may have seen knew that he just wanted her to shut up. As the golden eyed boy before her dropped the glove in her free hand, she also tucked it close to the other rice ball that she had refused to take a nibble of. She peered with blood coated eyes as he held up his hand with four fingers prominently being flashed before her. Without thinking she mimicked the action, starting to countdown as a finger disappeared after every statement he made until she was left with a fist in the air. Her head tilted to the side rather cutely, the words barely absorbed as she had been too entranced with staring at his mouth as he spoke. Something about him was drawing her in and while the way she looked at him was creepy, like someone needing to satiate their hunger, to her it was happening naturally and there was absolutely nothing weird about it. One could consider a rice ball given to them by an extremely handsome tatt’d up guy to be a national treasure. She thought to herself, lips scrunching up as she began to chew on the rice ball currently residing in her mouth that was just waiting to be devoured.
There was no time between his transformation into his weapon form and the quick act of slipping her glove back on flawlessly, hand reaching forward to grab the bandage wrapped hilt of his form. He landed against her palm softly, fingers curling with a manner of sureness and delicateness entwined into one action. She sighed in pure contentment, undeniably pleased that his weapon form was one that she was accustomed to. Whilst she was a genius master it came in handy to wield a familiar weapon. She felt their wavelengths dancing about to a similar beat, not completely in sync, but rather it was more like someone taking lead of a dance while the other allowed themselves to be led. Her soul was the one being dominant, his more lazy personality seeming to just go along with whichever way it wanted to go. The nature of her soul was more chaotic and unbalanced but somehow he was able to fit right into it, keeping up and now a part of its sinister essence. The hand void of food began to trace along the edge of the sword, now bothered by the chance that it could indeed cut her. She was admiring it, rather adoring the way that she felt when connected to him. It wasn’t like it was with Elias, strangely enough. As siblings they connected well enough but he was a puzzle piece that never quite fit. Here though, here was an unmotivated weapon whom she wanted to push to new points, to see if he would bear different results then he would’ve in the hands of another meister.
“ Obligated to carry you? If that’s all you ask of me then I shall do so. I wouldn’t want anyone else putting their hands on you anyways. “ She smiled adorably as she spoke through their bond, eyes slipping to a close as she lifted him up and rested him against one of her shoulders, the blunt side of his form sitting upon it as if it were a pillow. “ Is there anything else you ask of me? I know as a Meister my demands will greatly outweigh yours and I don’t exactly like the scales being that uneven. Granted I can fight on my own but this connection is something I’m willing to fight for, even if you don't feel the same. Oh, and you can stay at my place if you’d like. We have spare rooms though you’re welcome to crash on my bed if you end up there. “ Some people may have had an issue with someone of the opposite gender in their bed but Elvena surely wasn't one of them. After all there were plenty of nights where she had been plagued by nightmares and ended up in her brother's bed, clinging to him as if he was all that anchored any minuscule amount of sanity that she had left. Elvy fell silent then, eyes slowly opening as she found her lithe frame dancing towards the metal bleachers across from them, fluidly taking a seat upon the lower row and resting her cheek against the cold of his blade.
“ Can I nap with you? “ She asked with a small smile, the tiredness in her voice starting to flow into her words.
Interacted with; Takeshi Exanis