Jean-Marc Nattier, The Marquise De Baglion As Flora (detail) & Henriette Of France As Flora (detail)

Jean-Marc Nattier, The Marquise de Baglion as Flora (detail) & Henriette of France as Flora (detail)

agatha gazes up at him, taking in the way he looks at her, the gentleness of his smile, the light in his eyes. has he always looked at her that way? has it taken her this long to see it? in her defense, she never could imagine someone looking at her as he does now, like she's his whole world. she wishes she'd noticed before, even when the two were teens still in high school, even when her own feelings were beginning to develop into something more than friendship.

she swallows and wrings her hands, nervous. " you... you know what i want to ask, don't you? " a single question has been on her tongue for years: do you think you could have feelings for me? but agatha never asked, assuming he would laugh at the notion of having feelings for her. she feels awful for doubting him and assuming the worst of her dear friend. her dear friend that has protected her, stuck up for her, helped her when she needed it the most. how could she assume that of him? that he would belittle her and make fun of her. shiro was one of the few people she trusted in high school, and perhaps the only person she told about being a faerie. no, she's sure he is the only person she told. he's the only person she trusted, and still trusts, so deeply.

agatha looks away briefly and then back up at him. " could you... do you have feelings for me, shiro? b-because i have feelings for you a-and i feel like i'll go crazy if i keep these feelings repressed any longer than they already have been. "

@chidoricry / starter call.

soryn's head tilts slightly, a little surprised by her reaction to a harmless spider. " it is just one little spider. hardly the size of a dime! " he tells her, an amused smile forming on his lips. " okay, okay, i will catch it and take it outside, i promise. " he offers his hand to the little spider, letting it crawl onto his fingers before closing his free hand over it so it doesn't try to jump down or start crawling up his arm. soryn carries it outside and places it gently down onto one of the bushes furthest from the front door. " there, all taken care of. " he smiles, closing the door behind himself. " no more spider. "

@gamenu / starter call.

having au ideas again

it feels good to have her at their side again. while she was gone, it was like a piece of them had been missing. was that strange? maybe, but she completes them. soryn is just glad to have her in their life again, so they've been sticking to her side like glue and they don't stray very far from her. perhaps they worry she'll be gone again if they look or turn away for even a second. even now, as the two wander the store to pick out ingredients for dinner, they hold jane's hand to keep themself from wandering off and away from her.

giving her hand a gentle squeeze, they direct her attention to the display of various cuts of raw beef and pick up one of the packages. " i think this would make a delectable steak, yes? perhaps i could steam or pan-fry some vegetable to go with it. " soryn is already imagining the wine that would pair perfectly with everything.

@liracondo / starter call.

" Need any help out here? " Peeking out from a pillar she approaches, gathering fabric of her gown into her palm. Away from the masses and unfamiliar faces, the cool night is strangely welcoming. She finds the faerie tending to the gardens, soil between her slight hands. A smile tugs at her lips, heels discarded beside the grass as she edges closer to crouch beside Agatha. " May I? " (for Aggie in her royalty verse. <3)

agatha's gaze lifts when she hears the sound of ryu's voice, the sparkle returning to her eyes upon seeing her move closer and crouch beside her. she gives a small nod, moving aside a little to let her help her plant these tulips in preparation for spring. " i-i w-would've planted these tomorrow, b-but the party was getting o-overwhelming. " she smiles sheepishly, her cheeks flushing a little in mild embarrassment. but ryu knows how the faerie princess feels about parties. small ones are bearable, but the one happening right now in the castle? it's just too much. still, her mother was really living up to her title of 'faerie queen' by celebrating the end of winter and the beginning of spring. it happens every year.

" i w-wish i could g-get u-used to them. th-the— the parties. " agatha laments quietly, moving to sit on the grass now. she draws up her knees and hugs her legs. " i just... don't f-feel like i b-belong, you know? "