it's in the water baby, it's in the pills that bring you down [CLOSED]
Characters: Cirucci Thunderwitch and Shinjiro Aragaki
Content: Cirucci decides that not visiting her 'prince' not only would be suspicious, but a missed opportunity to boot. Unable to warn Shinjiro, she surprises him at his room to remind him of what he 'saved.' Let the fake 'tsundere' act begin!
Setting: The Silvana, Shinjiro's room.
Time: As he's missing his journal, during the missing possessions search.
Warnings: (fake) TSUNDERE, and Cirucci bitching about playing the part in her thoughts. Language, to an extent, probably.
It had been the first time since that day that Cirucci would see him.
Pity, he didn't get a warning, now that his journal was--missing. Snorting, Cirucci shook her head as she knocked on his door, recalling the events from the time of plane races. Those four bastards, fools, but not pitiable ones--the gleam of metal, the bloodlust that briefly possessed Shinjiro (her prince on a black horse), that awful black glob that seemed sticky as mucus...
Gin had him taken care of; she was left to fend medical care for herself, of course. Of course. But she couldn't just not see the man who had 'saved' her life, couldn't pass up such an opportunity to get such a valuable connection. Gin treasured that power of Shinjiro's, it seemed, and yet it so was locked away.
Cirucci could play the part of the key. Her performance, this time, need not be blatant. Her presence was enough, a reminder of what Shinjiro could savage with that power alone. If she could disarm him enough, twist the lock in which his inner self was held starving, then her mission would be a success. Golondrina would have more than scraps to chew at, then.
Content: Cirucci decides that not visiting her 'prince' not only would be suspicious, but a missed opportunity to boot. Unable to warn Shinjiro, she surprises him at his room to remind him of what he 'saved.' Let the fake 'tsundere' act begin!
Setting: The Silvana, Shinjiro's room.
Time: As he's missing his journal, during the missing possessions search.
Warnings: (fake) TSUNDERE, and Cirucci bitching about playing the part in her thoughts. Language, to an extent, probably.
It had been the first time since that day that Cirucci would see him.
Pity, he didn't get a warning, now that his journal was--missing. Snorting, Cirucci shook her head as she knocked on his door, recalling the events from the time of plane races. Those four bastards, fools, but not pitiable ones--the gleam of metal, the bloodlust that briefly possessed Shinjiro (her prince on a black horse), that awful black glob that seemed sticky as mucus...
Gin had him taken care of; she was left to fend medical care for herself, of course. Of course. But she couldn't just not see the man who had 'saved' her life, couldn't pass up such an opportunity to get such a valuable connection. Gin treasured that power of Shinjiro's, it seemed, and yet it so was locked away.
Cirucci could play the part of the key. Her performance, this time, need not be blatant. Her presence was enough, a reminder of what Shinjiro could savage with that power alone. If she could disarm him enough, twist the lock in which his inner self was held starving, then her mission would be a success. Golondrina would have more than scraps to chew at, then.