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[fangirlingly]

Who: Marta Lauldi and YOU.
Where: Central plaza.
When: Right now.
Style: I'll match!
Status: Open too all.

--I know who you really are. You've always tried your best and that's the Emil that I love!

[Despite having made her feelings well known during the course of their journey together, the impermanent nature of their current situation resonated strongly within her, prompting the almost explosive confession. This time she needs an answer, a reaffirmation that everything is going to be okay. Holding back the tears threatening to fall at any moment, she watches the boy before her stumble over his own words in reaction to hers. And then–

"Love." The moment her beloved Ratatosk Knight spoke the very word, a sudden impulse came over her. Oh how she had been waiting for this! Unable to wait for the rest of his response to fully take form, she immediately sprang to mash lips with him to consummate their mutual affection.

Or, well... that was the plan, anyway.

Instead of the warm, melting feeling that supposedly accompanied a kiss between two lovers, Marta is instead greeted by a falling sensation, followed by a feeling synonymous to that of being thrown into an expanse of water before her lips finally locked with someone else's after all.

It wasn't expected, but hey, at least it broke her fall, oops.]

((OOC: Marta's lip-ginity will be taken on a first come, first serve basis! After the first comment, it can be assumed then that she will be trudging along Vatheon and will NOT. BE. HAPPY. ONE. BIT.))

Comments

[fangirlingly]

[Have a pout right back at you, dude with the pretty hair! What kind of shampoo does he use, she wonders...]

Hmph!

[radiantwingedone]

..... [ What was that noise for? ]

Unless I have done something, directing your irritation at me does nothing.

[fangirlingly]

[You don't understand a woman's feelings at all, buddy!!]

Oh, just leave me alone!

[radiantwingedone]

[ Wrong.

He doesn't understand anyone's feelings, a woman's or his own. ]

Then do not make noises of irritation at passerby. [ He needs more ink..... Would this stall have it? ]

[fangirlingly]

If you've had a day like I've had, then you would, too!

[When you're in the midst of confessing to your prince charming whom you may or may not ever see again only to be whisked away to an underground bubble you can't leave from where your first kiss is stolen from you by a friend who doesn't even remember who you are, then she might take your criticism. But for now, have another pout!]

[radiantwingedone]

... And thus you intend to inflict your mood upon others. Of course.


[ He hasn't had a day like that, but it's been two days since the day his closest friend ever had been murdered. By his own country. After his friend had saved them.

So excuse him if he's a little sharp sounding as he gathers up things and slips them into pockets. ]

[fangirlingly]

You just don't get it! [Translation: yes.]

I just want to go home.

[radiantwingedone]

.... Ah.

Unknown, way to achieve that.

[fangirlingly]

I can't believe my perfect moment was ruined for this! It's just not fair!

[Don't mind her, she's just ranging between the "anger" and "depression" stages of accepting being stuck here.

At least she's better than she was...]

[radiantwingedone]

.... This? How much are you aware of "this"?

[fangirlingly]

That we can't leave from this stupid underwater bubble and that my would-be boyfriend isn't here.

[Not that she's bitter or anything.]

[radiantwingedone]

The chance of his arrival is always there. Of course, is the chance of your disappearance before he arrives. It has no clear pattern, the vanishing, however the arrivals are usually within certain times of the month.

[fangirlingly]

[Instead of taking the facts as they are intended, Marta somehow twists them to fit her own private fantasy.]

So, either way, I'm guaranteed to see him again, right? [The hints of a blush find their way onto her cheeks as she puts her hands together dreamily.] Like we're connected by the red string of fate...!

[o o p s looks like he just summoned the fangirl within her. But hey, at least her mood isn't so crabby now?]

[radiantwingedone]

. . . . . . If you believe in such a thing, perhaps. [ But now that Marta seems ready to melt into her boots, he turns to go his way. ]

[fangirlingly]

True love always prevails! [While she still has her anxieties, the romantic thought is welcoming enough to temporarily put her heart at ease.

And now she's too busy giggling to even realize that he's gone.]