bakerstreet | ‧:❉:‧ winter meme

[Winters in District 12 are hard. They always have been, and probably always will be. Peeta remembers all too well curling up around the oven to warm up, jumping at the opportunities to clean or watch instead of actively participating that he would have bemoaned any other time of the year (in his head at least). Sitting in this house, a victors house that he didn't even earn, with it's well-maintained heating while people outside froze in their shacks of houses or in the coal mines...he feels terrible. He feels guilty.]

( There is a rather loud knock at his door; this isn't the hour or the weather for anyone to be out, but Katniss needed to get out of that house. She wanted to go into the woods, but she couldn't with the weather the way it was, so she decided to head to Peeta's. He was alone in that house and she could only imagine what he was thinking about or doing. )

[When he hears the knock he calls out that he'll get it, but it's purely out of habit. His family had the business. They wouldn't leave it, had to stay in their old house, it was suitable. He is alone, there's no point in calling out. He expects to find people begging for food or warmth, those who know that he wants to help and can suck up their pride long enough to survive the cold winter. Instead he opens it to see Katniss, one of the few people who doesn't need charity, and yet he would give her anything she wants. He's surprised to see her though, hasn't she been avoiding him? But he more than gladly lets her in, closing the door quickly behind her to shut out the cold.]

Hey, is something wrong?

[ he couldn't help but stare at the snowfort in silent confusion, cautiously keeping an eye on the... admittedly impressive pile of snowballs nearby as well. how he'd allowed himself to be put in this position was beyond him (well no, not exactly. there was always an excuse for most things in his life and that excuse had a name: Kotetsu) but he knew at this point it'd be rude to simply leave. even if it's what he still wished to do. snowball fights weren't part of his experience afterall ]

I'm not sure if this is a good idea.

[ even if it would be a "good experience", hurling snowballs at people? if you packed them together tightly enough they had quite a lot of weight to them, not to mention any debris on the ground would be added to it which means they could do some actual damage. was that really considered fun? ]

Fuck and balls.

This is the problem with taking so-called easy jobs, Enfys has decided. Someone needs somebody to run up to a particular location and pick up a case for them? Well, that sounds like a breeze, doesn't even require the axe (although she's got a machete under her coat because of course she does, the fact her entire body is a weapon doesn't mean she wouldn't feel naked without another one), simple matter of pick up and drop off--

--but it's never as easy as it sounds. She's got to stop with this 'optimism' nonsense, it's really beginning to become something of an inconvenience.

So there's snow, which she can deal with, and there's a ridiculous little track to navigate, which is also fine, and there's apparently somebody watching the place which is not even going to be a problem for her because it's easy to get away with things in worlds you don't actually exist in (...when you get to leave, afterwards), but the lock's been tampered with before she gets there and the lights are on and she can't be sure, yet, if this is someone desperate to get out of the cold or the next problem in this total cake-walk job.

Man, where did she put that fucking key anyway--

It is absolutely astonishing what the owner of this house gets up to inside it, you know. Trust Irene on this; she knows. And facilitates.

And once, when she had done facilitating, she had untied him, let him calm down, waited until he'd gone to take a shower and promptly stolen the spare key. It's always good to have somewhere to hide, isn't it? And people are so careful and thorough about their lovenests- for want of a better word.

Which might explain why she's here, now, stretched out on the bed in her clothes, heels included, one arm thrown over her face after the day she has had, which included but was not limited to:

A lover's angry husband.

A man she recognised from two weeks ago in Lisbon, conspicuously not watching her in a hotel lobby.

Walking for thirty minutes, in heels, in circles, to shake off the other man she'd noticed.

Running to the middle of nowhere.

And now someone at the door when she doesn't want anyone to be at the door, God no.

She's at the window in seconds, of course, holding herself out of sight. But she's in here, and whoever that is is alone (a quick scan of the trees and the track assures her) out there, scrabbling for a key- so, unprepared, in a hurry- and must know that someone's in here anyway, so there's really no point in hiding. And she has had a bad day. Ergo--

Irene answers the door with a kitchen knife in her hand, because it's amazing what people will believe you were just chopping vegetables with if your paranoia ever acts up and you find yourself on the brink of threatening an innocent stranger.

(Yes; experience).

"Make the explanation snappy, darling; you're letting the cold in."

There's the key--

--and there's a woman with a kitchen knife in her hand, which inspires such an expression as can only be described 'Enfys thinks you've just told a really great joke'. The key she was given is presently attached to a key-chain featuring a selection of brightly colored and cheerful looking skulls, so there's that to say for her sense of humour.

“I'm meant to be here, which means you aren't, and I could cut glass with my tits right now so everybody'll be happier if we have this conversation inside?” ...it's a pretty good explanation, in her opinion. There's a reason Enfys doesn't work in a job that requires a lot of interpersonal interaction. Actually, there's lots of reasons. This is usually pretty clear upon meeting her. Other things that are clear: she hasn't got the faintest idea who Irene is, and is prioritizing finding out much lower than 'not freezing my tits off out here'. She has a smile like something that is not and has never been tame, which comes like reflex at being presented with this inconvenient stranger who is slowing down her progress to warmth, and that slap-dash air of 'oh God what now' narrows down to a fine point of unexpected competence. It's a gift.

(Her hat says 'WILDLIFE', and has a pom-pom.)

"Sounds useful, can't imagine why you're complaining," Irene remarks, managing to sound detached and dry even as she pointedly doesn't move. When in doubt, always act like you own the place.

Or maybe just always act like you own the place, no matter what the circumstances are.

She's doing a good job, actually, of looking like she hasn't the faintest idea of how to use that knife, which is surprisingly hard when she's actually very aware of how to use it most efficiently. But that's where drama school gets you (well, if your life is appropriately insane after drama school, that is).

"You're meant to be here, are you? Fabulous. Got any ID?" she says, bright and cheerful, smiling with too many teeth and thinking I am going to freeze, but not before I make her miss a beat.

“Yeah, it says 'Hello I'm kiss me, I'm Welsh',” Enfys says, more than a little bit dryly. “Look, sweetheart, I'm sure somebody cares who you are and why you're here, but I'm not getting paid enough to do things that aren't my job, and I have actually got shit to do, so that someone isn't me. Do you mind moving or what?”

The 'or what' probably involves 'taking the knife from Irene and handling this moving business herself', but Christ, she's had an arse of a time getting up here and it's still snowing. If they could skip the physical altercation part...

...not that she's not fond. At least that part makes sense.

It's with some slight astonishment and delight that Irene says:

"You really don't know who I am."

She could say 'what fun', and not have to change her tone of voice whatsoever.

She steps back, and gestures her inside- yes, with the knife- and tilts her head to one side. The expression on her face is one of slightly hungry interest, a now I wonder what I could do with you sort of look.

"Well, come in. Try not to drip on the carpet."

...well, that's comforting, Enfys doesn't think.

But, never passing up the opportunity to be flippant like a brick to the face, “Also? Don't care.”

As she does make her way in, it's perhaps increasingly obvious that she was more at home dealing with 'person wielding a knife' than 'person looking at her like she's candy' - that might have something to do with the machete strapped to her hip that becomes visible when she takes her coat off, peeling away with gloves and hat and revealing beneath someone misleadingly difficult to take seriously in an oversized sweater and leggings.

“Oh, it's all warm in here already, that's nice--”

"Yes, you do," Irene sing-songs beneath her breath, shutting the door behind her and staring at with that same thoughtful-slash-threatening expression because oh good; she can wield looks much better than knives and she can wield knives pretty well.

She's worked out that being sharp at her isn't going to work, but that's alright; Irene's well-versed in the fact that getting angry means losing control, and if you can't control yourself you certainly can't control the situation, can you?

"I didn't catch your name. Well, aside from kiss me, I'm Welsh, which- forgive me- doesn't roll off the tongue."

The ways of getting under Enfys's skin are-- well, easier, sometimes, than sharpness or threats. She knows where she stands with those, knows what she's doing, knows that that is her territory she's on. It's everything else that leaves her a bit unsure of what to do-- except that her response to uncertainty is recklessness, to pick a direction and run headfirst in it, full tilt, because that's the only way she knows how to do most things, really.

It makes things interesting. As a general rule.

“Enfys Llewelyn,” she says, which is and is not true but is the only name she's answered to for a long time now. It makes sense to her to be ... well, if not nice then personable, because she's not getting back down from this place until the snow's at least stopped falling, which means sticking around until then and sorting out needful needfuls when the time comes. “Wheeeeere might I find the kitchen in a place like this, d'you know?”

"Oh, staying for dinner, are you?"

Irene straightens up and clicks by her, beckoning her onwards. "This way. God knows it's well-stocked. Max is apparently preparing for a nuclear apocalypse."

Max being the man who owns this house, lovely chap with such a thing for leather and so trusting, mainly because Irene is one of his secrets, and he doesn't think of keeping things from her. He thinks of keeping her from other people.

She keeps her eyes on Enfys, knife drooping from her fingers and a dirty, gossipy smile on her face because tell me what the hell you're doing here just won't work.

And she's got to do something.

“Well, 2012.”

...is a misunderstanding about how calendars work and Enfys has had that argument about a half dozen times since that stupid movie with John Cusack came out because there's just something about her that can't pass up the opportunity to be more right than somebody else about apocalypse theories, but it's also an easy joke at Max's expense and consistency is for suckers. The defense of a small mind, she was once told.

In the kitchen, she pushes her sleeves to her elbows (skinny thing, all sharp edges, but not gangly, aware of her body, moves like something animal in that natural predator way, uninterested in becoming housebroken) and starts getting herself acquainted because apparently she's also making dinner, probably something obnoxiously hearty because she's not exactly a sophisticated gourmet, here.

“He's a nice bloke, that one,” she says, conversationally, not unbiased by what she's getting paid for this job - she's not posh or pretending to be, but parts of that outfit were not cheap, she's not doing half-bad for herself, with whatever it is she does. “Polite.”

[Initially when he'd set out of his apartment complex and hopped into his car, Kotetsu had been fully prepared to drive out for a quick beer run without having to pay much worry to the snow. Unfortunately, no one ever said his life was ever this easy and soon enough after spending 20 minutes trying to start the damn thing with no luck he'd found himself walking more blocks then he'd liked to in order to get to the nearest store... and found it closed. Which meant he needed to go to another. Which was open, except he'd left his wallet in the car.

45 minutes later with numb hands holding a bag of his favorite booze, he swore that it couldn't get worse than this. Except it did, because it was starting to snow again. Not that lightly either. And he wasn't even halfway home! Thankfully he was alone and could grumble and complain all he wanted about this unfair turn of events.

...wait, was that someone up ahead? What kind of idiot walks out in this weather for no reason?]

[The day was dark, and the snow kept falling off and on. A miserable day, hardly ideal for a stroll. Yet Yuri was taking one nonetheless. He had no work to do as Lunatic, frustratingly enough, but he'd wanted, above all, to get out of the house. So he'd been walking for some time without paying a great deal of attention to where he was walking, or how far.

He didn't mind the cold. He wasn't impervious by any means, but he could warm himself up easily enough, if he needed to. Not to say that he didn't wear a coat, hat and scarf. It would have seemed odd not to do so, and he was well bundled up. It was better to be able to warm himself through normal means, because it was safer.

His own mood was far from good, though it had little to do with the weather. He wasn't grumbling so much as glaring, as if the snow itself had done something to offend him. Fortunately, he was quite able to restrain himself and not lash out to melt it.

It was quiet enough on the snowy street that when he heard the telltale crunch of footsteps behind him, it drew his attention, and he turned to look.]

[As the figure ahead turned around, his initial reaction was simply to just stare in confusion because this person looked so pale. Even with the overabundance of winter clothing though, it didn't seem like it was doing much good. They'd most likely gotten lost earlier on in the day and were just wandering around at this point without even asking for directions. Yup, definitely an idiot. However it wasn't until he started to close the distance between them a little more that he squinted and actually got a good look at the other person's face. There was something way too familiar about them...]

Oh--! ...uh, what was it? Judge! You get yourself lost or something? That's some bad timing you've got.

[Kotetsu's voice attempted to be lively and welcoming but with the cold still managing to get past his meager coat and scarf, there was an obvious strain to the words that meant he was definitely freezing his ass off.]

[It was still snowing, and it was surprisingly quiet in Ueda. No matter who moved through the whiteness, their tracks were almost instantly swept away by new snow, and it was a struggle to make sure that they didn't end up snowed-in.

Sasuke was up on the roof, abandoning the trees for a while to check in on their lord. He drops down in a bow, most of the green clothes covered by a thin layer of white.]

[The sight outside the window wasn't a pretty one, the blizzard raged on with a fury and she couldn't even see a thing or at least not beyond the snow and well more snow, the wind was so strong the crystal pane even rattled a bit –which only worried her a bit. Rinoa bit her lip, feeling just a bit worried for anyone that was outside during this weather, she hoped that no one she knew or anything that he knew will be out there, she hardly thought it was safe to be wandering about but they could have end caught there, this storm had started out of nowhere after all.

With a sigh, one that caused the crystal to fog a bit, she dropped the heavy drape and turned to look at Sephiroth, at least he looked calm, sitting on the couch and focused on whatever he was reading. She felt just a bit ignored, but she will let it pass, crossing her arms over her chest she moved and took a seat on the couch beside him, at the very least they were safely inside and warm…but she was bored.]

[He glanced at her as she sat, acknowledging her presence with a faint smile, then turned back to the pages of his book. He wasn't impatient--a general had to be patient above all--and he was quite content to wait out the storm. The weather was severe, but it didn't worry him. They had no shortage of supplies, and they had adequate shelter.

He was rather interested in the biology text he was reading.]

[At least he acknowledged her and wasn't right on ignoring her, not that it was helping much to improve her current mood. For a few instants she was quiet, letting him read in peace for a bit before she decided it was enough and tried to peer a bit at what exactly he was reading.

She tilted her head a bit.] What's so interesting about the book?

[He looks up at her question.]

It's quite fascinating, really, a study of Professor Gast's work from a new perspective, utilizing research that was done by other scientists following his disappearance.

[He can certainly be oblivious at times when it comes to matters of emotion, but he's quite willing to answer her question, pleased to speak about one of the few things that he's enthusiastic about which has nothing to do with work or warfare.]

It's a shame that he wasn't able to continue his research. [He can dimly recall the figure of the man, standing above him with a smile, but he doesn't remember much of his childhood.]

Professor Gast was the head of the science research department before Hojo, right? [See Sephiroth, she does listens to you and remembers the things you say regarding your other fond topic, after all, it will be quite mean from her part if she didn't.

She leaned a bit more to peer just a bit more to check the book, while she didn't understood much of it, she could grasp enough at the very least, she wasn't dumb after all. When she pulled back she looked at him with a small smile.]

You had the chance to meet him, did you not?

Correct.

[He is pleased that she remembers, though his expression doesn't alter. He moved the book so she could better see it as she leaned forward to peer at it. He considered her capable of understanding it, though reading from the middle out of context might make that more difficult.]

Yes, when he was in charge of the project, I interacted with him, but I was very young, and I don't remember him well.

[She is pleased that she remembered correctly, she really might not understand the facts as much as he does, but she’s not that lost, she hummed just a bit to acknowledge what he had said.]

How old were you? [Imagining Sephiroth as a little kid was always a rather amusing and cute picture, but of course she would never tell him about it.]

[Alistair was staring out the window, his hands fidgeting idly by his sides. The snowfall was just heavy enough that he couldn't, really, make an excuse to get himself out of the castle and down to the market. Or to travel to the nearest Warden's keep. Or, Maker, take him to the Chantry if need be.

It wasn't that he disliked Anora...but, well, okay, that did pretty much sum it up. She was terrifying, driven, ~~the daughter of a man who had gone to extraordinary lengths in an attempt to kill him and the rest of their merry band,~~ and he was married to her. She made him more nervous than most things he'd sworn to defeat and he was her husband. She was his wife and he was King...which, unfortunately, was equally terrifying in a completely separate direction.

~~What was his life?~~

So far, he thought he'd done pretty well...avoiding potential awkwardness and...such things. But, now he was stuck, trapped even, and she was here. He stared out at the snow and just watched it for a while. No luck freezing himself into a nice, bedridden type of isolation, though, even in this weather. The massive fireplace on the far wall poured out enough heat to keep him warm, even this close to an open window.]

Maker, what I wouldn't give for a darkspawn.

[unlike her...husband, Anora was taking the snowfall quite well. even if she had to be stuck indoors with him (truth was, she rather liked being left alone in the castle while he gallivanted about the country like some nervous dog, if it wasn't for the ring it would be like she had never wed) she could at least...

well...

get some reading done.

she was reclining on a chair by the fireplace, away from the draft, thumbing through a book.

she had almost forgot that Alistair was standing by the window until he spoke. her brows furrowed slightly at the slight whine of his voice, but continued to read.]

Shame, looks like even they know it's far too foolish to do much of anything in this weather.

[there's the sound of a page turning. her voice is as neutral as ever.]

Though I feel as though I should feel hurt that you would prefer darkspawn over the comfort of a warm castle.

[Alistair flinched. But for the grace of Andraste herself, he'd managed to catch himself before he actually jumped, but he hadn't realized he's said that last part out loud. He turned to find her seated by the fire and swallowed.

He'd always been a lamentably terrible lair, it was part of what made him an honorable Warden (and for all intents and purposes, Templar) and even if it wasn't particularly helpful in the grander schemes of politics, it did endear his people to him easily. Still, despite his complete inability to mask his emotions, he tried to fabricate some white lie.

In retrospect, he wasn't quite certain why his first reflex was to try and spare her feelings. She didn't much care for him (else she was just this way to everyone), or give a mabari's hindquarters what he did with his time (so long as it wasn't a detriment to the kingdom). But...despite himself, he was a romantic and even if it was pretty much the definition of a political marriage, she was still his...wife.]

Just--um, feeling a bit restless, given the weather. You know I rather miss the whole killing darkspawn...thing.

My queen.

[That addition wasn't an awkward afterthought at all, really.]

Yes, of course.

[there's a slight edge to her voice despite remaining relatively neutral in tone and expression, turning another page despite having not finished the one she was on.

she knew he was lying the moment he opened his mouth. being in politics for five or so years, it was no surprise.

Anora did appreciate the fact that the people, at least, seemed to like him, but unlike her husband she'd make no effort in sparing his feelings. the only reason for this partnership was to appease both sides of the fighting public and nobility, as well as to (presumably) attempt to continue the Theirin bloodline on the throne. as a political choice this was the most favourable outcome, even Anora would admit that the Warden was smart to have come up with the idea, but other than that...

this was strictly business. no love lost if she didn't acquiesce to the king's soft-headed notion that they should try and make this situation work as far as ~feelings~ were concerned.

she turned to look at him over the side of her chair.]

Why don't you step away from the window for a bit? Watching the weather won't do anyone much good. [she returned to her book. there was a bit of a pause before she continued.] You do realize you don't have to keep up the act when the public isn't around, dear husband.

[a chiding reference to the awkward afterthought which was totally obvious.]

[Sniffles.]

[Just know that your daughter isn't happy with you for dragging you to... wherever you dragged them. It's cold and she could have been home having cocoa with grandma! But noooooo, she's...

Man, where are they, anyway?]

Dad, when can we go back home? It's too cold to be out here!

[ ON A HILL in the middle of nowhere. somewhere. because it's away from all the bright lights so it's perfect for what papa's planning okay. ]

S'just a little bit further, sweetie! Papa'll give you a great big hug to keep you warm when we get there, okay?

[POUT OF DISAPPROVAL. She doesn't want a hug, she wants hot cocoa.]

But we're not going anywhere! And it's cold and dark. What if something attacks us out here?

[ WELL SHE'LL GET IT later ........

and sob kaede y u no have faith in your dad 8( ]

Well -- it's pretty safe up here last I remember but if something happens then it goes without sayin' I'd protect you, right? Besides, you've gotten pretty strong yourself, now.

[Not her fault she's used to letdowns. She spends a good few seconds just giving him A Look, but then she sighs and glances out of the window.]

I'm not that strong, but I'm working on it. I still can't control it that well. But that doesn't mean I want to fight! [Reaching over, she pokes his arm.] So you' better protect me!

...where are we going, anyway?

[ This is it!

Everyone else on their team has already been wiped out, but together, the two of them have managed to whittle the other side down to almost nothing. The opposition is about even, now, so all they have to do is wait it out or come up with some genius plan of attack in order to win the game. Luckily, Vanille's leaving the strategy to Hope, and is instead working hard on refilling their stock of snowballs!

She's probably made about fifty by now, more than they could probably ever hope to chuck at their enemy— who has been awfully quiet for the past ten minutes or so. ] What do you think? Think this is enough to take 'em?

[ Or maybe they need more... ]

[ it's difficult to tell how long they've been at this standstill exactly, to be honest. ever since the opposition's volley subsided, he's mostly been peering over the highest wall of their fort, analyzing that structure twenty paces away for its weakest points - ]

We won't need too many, I think. Right now, we can either attempt to drive them out of there, or keep waiting until -- [ but what he doesn't expect to see when he turns around is a surprise mountain of a snowball pile appearing right next to them out of the blue. damn gurl. ] W-wow.

[ Sh-she had a lot of free time, alright? His expression is pretty telling, and she giggles sheepishly. ] ... Too many? [ She glances down at her little pile and arranges them just so for perfect... Pick-up-and-grab-ability. ] At least we won't run out!

[ Packing one final snowball and setting it on top of her little mountain, she crawls over to peeeeer over the top of the fort with him. ] They haven't come out at all since we got their last couple guys...

That's true, too. Better to be prepared, huh?

[ oh vanille why is your smile so infectious. hope finds himself grinning right back, moving to make space for his comrade-in-arms. there's been little to no signs of life from the other side at all, not even the beginnings of a whisper. they've either 1. run off, 2. frozen to death or, most probably, 3. are plotting some sort of nefarious scheme. tsk. ]

Maybe they've given up, or something. We're a pretty intimidating pair.

[ oh wait hold up is that a -- oh shit ]

-- Watch out!

[Guess who missed the last transport back to the city before the blizzard closed in? She's not particularly pleased at the prospect of being stuck here overnight, either.]

"The weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful." Is how I think the lyrics go, Commander. It's not English Bay with a couple sun chairs and a few beers to go between us, but it beats the hell out of a reaper invasion.

That better not be your line every time I'm annoyed with something. Call me a spacer brat, but I just don't like the cold.

[Axel's watching the snow out of the dingy window with a resigned expression. His hands are shoved in his pockets and there's a huge scarf around his neck, but he's still shivering. With a sigh, he carefully pushes himself up off the old walls-- it would just be worse he broke the walls. Then they'd really be stuck in that storm] Could be worse. I guess.

[Xion was still trying to brush what snow was left in her hair before it started melting and she got even more wet. The bright white flakes makes her dark, dampened hair stand out even more. Resigning herself to failure, she settles for holding her arms and shivering as she approaches Axel.]

W-what are the odds of us having a flurry of dancing flames somewhere around here? [A cheeky smile.]

[Axel flashes her a strained grin] If you want me to burn down this house, sure.

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katniss everdeen ➤ the hunger games

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Pao-Lin Huang | Tiger & Bunny | OTA

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Pascal ✪ Tales of Graces ✪ OTA

Legolas | Lord of the Rings (books)

Irene Adler | BBC Sherlock

iv | v | professional nuisance

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Peach - Young Wizards

Cybil Bennett | Silent Hill

Himeno Awayuki | Pretear | OTA

Mary Lennox | The Secret Garden | OTA

Yuri Petrov | Tiger & Bunny

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sanada yukimura ► BRAVE10

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Iris Simpkins || The Holiday || OTA

Anarchy Stocking ☆ Panty & Stocking w/ Garterbelt

Sephiroth (pre-Nibelheim) | Final Fantasy VII

V || 6 || artistic liberty

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Maka Albarn † Soul Eater

Anora | Dragon Age

iv/6 I hope this is okay?

it's totally okay~

Awesome.

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War | Darksiders

kotetsu t. kaburagi ★ tiger & bunny

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icu there sunny m(o_o)m

SSH YOU SEE NOTHING RIKA... I mean who is sunny i know no sunny

whoa whoa who is rika IDK WHO YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT

EVERYTHING IS A ~MYSTERY~

sissel | ghost trick

Montgomery ❝Scotty❞ Scott | Star Trek XI

Aerith Gainsborough | Final Fantasy VII

Hope Estheim / Final Fantasy XIII-2

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Kuja | Final Fantasy IX

EEE want to roll or shall i~? *3*

you can go ahead! :3

Kaidan Alenko | Mass Effect

5 | 2?

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Xion | Kingdom Hearts

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EEE want to roll or shall i~? 3