₊˚⊹♡ love confessions.

[noarchitact]

WHO: Fantasia, Tempo, Bluebell, & YOU
WHERE: Just outside Bluebell's Moat
WHEN: Day 78 Midday



[ fantasia is standing behind a table that's got a diverse spread of paper, colored pencils, sparklers, juice, wine, and... a home-made first aid kit on it. no one is bleeding on this project. if he looks excited, then that's because he is! ...even if he knows the idea is a little silly. ]

Hear me out. Pii _pi.

I thought that it could be kind of freeing to send a crush related secret that you might not necessarily be ready to confess to the stars! ...as a means of relief, since expressing feelings can sometimes be pretty difficult. Or you could think of it like a wish! for the future!! Pii ^pi _piiii piii. [ for the future! ]

Like this...! [ scribbles 'i ♥ zenith' on a piece of paper and then folds it into a crane. he attaches a sparkler to it, lighting it once a breeze rolls in, so the crane takes off... going up in sparkly flames like a smol firework. ] H- Hah, ok, so I know that's not exactly a secret, but... [ scratches sheepishly at his reddening cheeks. ] but mayyyybe I just want the universe to know.

Pii pi _pii!!! Oh, right, and no fighting near the paper. We don't need to accidentally another demon, ... [ nevermind that it was him and zenith that accidentally a demon the one time. ]

( ooc; come do a thing! there's also liquid courage for anybody that may need it. )

Comments

[electricflock]

I don't have secret crushes, I have romances. Can I still have wine and sparklers?

[noarchitact]

Even better! [ hands him two glasses of wine! and then scoops up his own. ] Cheers!!! to being in love~*~♥!

[survivaltricks]

[. . . casually swiping some red wine]

[noarchitact]

[ tempo shoves a piece of paper at him. ] Go on, write something down.

[freuxsavane]

--Oh! Monsieur Protagoniste!

[freuxsavane]

[Probably helped to set up so the Bluebells who were at the ritual yesterday can just enjoy the rite and rest otherwise.]

Fufu, well even if it isn't secret, there are new faces who may not know yet, non?

[noarchitact]

...oh! True. [ beams! ] And that goes in reverse too. We don't know about their special little intricacies. [ he would whip out the holographic love chart, but he's sure some people would explode on seeing that thing again. ]

[abandon_hope]

[ CONSIDERING THE WINE ... ]

Who's Zenith?

1/3

[noarchitact]

[noarchitact]

[ slams his hands down on the table and almost sends some wine flying. ] Zenith is the shepherd of Clover and a no nonsense badass who enjoys fighting.

[noarchitact]

And he's my boyfriend and I love him very much. He might get embarrassed and try to pretend he's not deeply in love with me too, but that's his tough guy act.

1/2

[finalbows]

[ jiiiiiii ]

[ also wants free things for feeling The Emotion Of Love . . .]

2/2

[finalbows]

[ picks up paper to write a confession anyway. ]

Once,
I did not believe myself capable of genuine love. I knew ways to simulate its appearance, and I knew the notions of what it was. But I believed it simply beyond me; moreover, I believed myself above it. That it was something lesser than me, if charming in nature. In essence, I treated love as if it was something "cute" exhibited by lesser creatures.

My time here has taught me otherwise. Part of me is afraid of granting room for it... the weakness I've always seen in it, and even in embracing its strength.

I have decided to forge on, anyway. I no longer doubt my capability for it. I only doubt whether I will blaze a path of fortune, or ruin.

[ folds up paper. many, many times. ]

Alright. Burn it.

[poisonista]

[ Staring. Watching.


Goes back to fixing his makeup in a handmirror (he barely has any on) he has nothing to confess nope.

Glance.

This may keep happening until he finally comes forth, more like pretends to be just passing through.

Catch him hesitating or looking elsewhere, but when he finally goes up to the table, he'll ask: ]

What happens at the end of this rite?

[noarchitact]

We all feel a little bit better. I thought this was a cute way to help people get certain feelings off their chest. [ and also there's wine. wine always helps. ]

[chimerafriedchicken]

[ chimera cautiously stepping ... pawing over. peering down at him ]

I don't have any confessions to make, but ... can I have a sip?

[noarchitact]

[ woah, she BEEEEEEEEEEEEG. ]

[ and cute. ]

None at all? [ he will pour her a small glass of wine and pass it up to her. ] Surely there's got to be something on your mind or in your heart.

[arrowace]

[ hmm. Hmmmm. Writes:

Rubato,

I will crush you.

Love,
Mute.

Folds it up and hands it over. ]

[noarchitact]

[ that's perfect, mute. ] Tempo, I need a sparkler!

[ tempo zooms over with, like, a dozen sparklers floating around him. fantasia plucks one off and attaches it to the folded paper. ] Send it up whenever you're ready, Mute.

[sweetsmarts]

...can I have a sparkler?

[ He just wants a sparkler, no confessions. He looks like he's trying to look less excited about it than he is though... ]

[noarchitact]

[ tempo pops up behind fantasia with about ten sparklers. ] Alright, but then you should write something down. [ he hands him a sparkler AND a piece of paper. ]

[reportinastorm]

Are all of Bluebell's rites about love...?

[She assumes that is what this is. She comes over to consider the juice and wine]

[noarchitact]

Yeah. On paper, it doesn't seem like they'd be hard to do, but then trying to find a fun, engaging, and meaningful way to put them into practice can be kind of... difficult.

I don't think I've seen you around before. I'm Fantasia.

[eonsadrift]

[ .............

WHAT IS THIS ]

You idiot...

[noarchitact]

Zenith!

[leonheartedly]

[. . . looks at the booze

Looks at Fantasia.

Holds out a hand]

Gimme a drink and I'll confess.

[noarchitact]

[ hands him a bottle and just smiles. ] That's my Tyr!

[aididitmyway]

My girlfriend left me—

"Not here"

[finalbows]

[ in the background w his own wine by this point. immediately hides his mouth with his hand. ]

_{Oh, no.}

[ he's gotta see how fantasia fields this ]

[secondbornsun]

. . .

. . . Stars ain't out right now.

[noarchitact]

We're making them. [ shhh. ]

[bloominto]

( watching curiously, a single paper fan hiding half of her face. "love"... )

[noarchitact]

Harmony~ Hey there. Do you want to join in on the fun? [ or hear about zenith? ]

[doggonesad]

What, ya summoned a demon from this shit before?

[ glances over at the paper though . . . hmm. ]

[noarchitact]

I made a Love Chart, well, it had to have been ages ago. After it was finished it looked like a messed up summoning circle and... yes.

[wooliefrand]

[LIKE A DAY OR SO LATER, BELATEDLY

A STAR PIECE WILL CRASH THRU BLUEBELL'S WINDOW]

[noarchitact]

[ hooray! ]