Epel/Ruggie Rambling

Epel/Ruggie rambling

I already made a small drabble on this, but I associate Epel's guardedness towards Vil/Ruggie's hesitance towards Leona as the a specific phrase.

"I'll bite the hand that feeds."

Typically used in medias for familial bonds or animals, I admire the concept of someone of less "power" or "status" being more aggressive or passive towards another in the opposing position.

Typically in animals, namely dogs, they aren't aggressive by choice necessarily. Not towards those they value in some form or another. Unless they find it as needed, they try to stay in good graces to ensure they're kept well-fed or stable.

But, how does that change when it's weighed over their head, or used as a tactic of what FEELS like manipulation? The answer is defense. Fight or flight, with their freedom seeming to be the necessity at that very point.

"Maybe I'm afraid of you

I'll bite the hand that feeds me"

Neither are in a dangerous situation, but when it comes to their freedom or rather debts, they feel trapped. People and animals alike do irrational things when they feel afraid.

Even as Vil or Leona try to insist that they live free as they'd like, that underlying belief that it's all fake leaves the younger two feeling like they need to be on guard.

Just a small drabble while I'm half asleep

I highly admire writers . . .

who are able to focus on their works long enough to produce genuine stories. I always second guess the quality of my efforts, and it causes me to simply just write blurbs or drabbles. I don't dislike the way I write necessarily. I just wish I was able to form more solidified thoughts and express them properly

I may plan to write more of random thoughts on this blog, since my content is typically from my queue

"But i wanted to

with Idia Shroud"

It was so peculiar, the way that any time you'd mention something you enjoyed or whatever piqued your interest. You'd be in a rush to class in the mornings and nearly trip over whatever it was your heart seemed to desire at a given moment.

There was never a sign given or offered for who this generous sender was. You were never able to thank them for their kindness, but they did know. All too well.

Any time you'd barge into his room and flop into his bed after dodging the messy floor, he'd have a wicked grin. Idia Shroud was a good friend of yours, because despite all his talks of hating "normies," he seemed to tolerate you most of all.

But this time, it was differently delivered, unbeknownst to him. After hearing your sorrowful tale of how you can't handle the thought of this person never talking to you genuinely, he couldn't help but indulge in your wishes.

As he finished trying to write his neatest on the paper, Ortho entered his space. His darling little brother offered to deliver it and who was he to object the chance to lay back this time?

But Ortho did have a plan. He couldn't endure the pain of you each keeping your feelings hidden deep out of fear. So he'd assist in speeding up the process!

When you barged in this time, you didn't flop into his bed. Instead you just closed the door and stood there for a few moments until he spun his chair around. "So uhhh- why are you just-?'"

"You like me?" His heart dropped instantly. Confidence meter down all the way to zero. Negatives even. "Is that what all the gifts were about? Or is this your way of teasing me?"

Still speechless, his mouth hung slightly agape. In a daze, he couldn't form the proper words or explanation in time for your feelings to appear rational.

"I don't need your pity, Idia. Or your snide remarks. If you have nothing to say for yourself, I can-," he shrieked.

"H-hey! It's not like that!" He almost tripped trying to get out of his position in his chair.

"Then what?"

You wanted to believe it was an attempt to show you that his feelings were true, but it was so difficult to believe. He must've seen that as he considered what to say. "I just...wanted to I guess?" Seeing your confused expression closer pushed him to keep going. "Because I think you're pretty cool, you know."

"She doesn't give a damn about me

with Vil Schoenheit"

"He doesn't even know who I am," you sunk into Epel's shoulder. He would've shoved you off, but in front of the other students at lunch he was forced to maintain his soft demeanor. "I mean- I can see why, but still! I'm a catch I think!"

Ace snickered at your clear swooning and frustration for the housewarden of pomefire. He was deemed untouchable by most of the student body. Aside from you.

Unbeknownst to any of you, that's what tipped him off to you.

He watched out of the corner of his eye, the way you pouted towards your friends. It was as if you had no shame for your image. Don't say that's your intention. It was so clear that everyone in that cafeteria could hear you, yet you acted oblivious.

"HUH???"

He winced a little at the startling volume of your shriek. Sevens, had he already made a mistake? All he's done so far was ask you to attend a simple ball with him.

Quick to recover his composure, he took your hand. "I believe you heard my inquiry. A simple yes or no would do." You stared in disbelief. He was perplexed how, even in his presence, you had little regard for your appearance.

Then again, maybe your lack of care around him was what drew him to you. Being treated like another person, rather than some untouchable force.

"The way she is with me

with Cyno"

No one would believe you. No one would believe that the general mahamatra was sitting in front of you allowing you to place little flowers in his previously braided hair. Absolutely no one would think you were telling the truth if you announced how serene his expression was while asking how it looked.

And that was fine.

You didn't need others to believe you and your boyfriend's silly little moments like this. Maybe that's what made them so special. The fact that no one could replicate the behavior on either of your ends just made it that much more amusing.

"My art is completed," you triumphantly declared. He chuckled softly, content in this very state. Just with you in your guys' special date spot. Like a crevice in the universe just for the two of you, molded by his hands.

With his flower-strewn braids, he turned to face you slowly. He wasn't willing to destroy your handiwork. You noticed the smirk on his lips, "You really “rose” to the occasion, didn't you?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his typical antics.

And that laugh just made him fall a little further into your heart.

Guys...

No clue if anyone else made this correlation, but I'm in shambles