₊˚⊹♡ 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

ok i'm done.

[noarchitact]

DID YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT ANY OF THIS?! [ TRIES TO SLAP THE SWITCHBLADE OUT OF HIS HAND FOR ALL THE GOOD THAT'LL DO. ] OR DID YOU ONLY LURE ME OVER HERE WITH THE FALSE PRETENSE OF ARCHITECTURAL TALK SO YOU COULD KNIFE ME FOR RED'S PLEASURE?

[ LEANS IN THE DIRECTION OF RED'S SHOP. ] FUCK YOU RED.

Re: ok i'm done.

[leonheartedly]

[he. He deserves that]

—oww.

I wouldn't waste your time asking you about this stuff if I didn't want to know! I really do want to build something, I swear!

Re: ok i'm done.

[noarchitact]

How do I know that's not a lie? And you're not just gonna shank me again?

[leonheartedly]

Because it's me.

Seriously, I want to build something I can work in so I'm not trying to put together flashbangs on the kitchen table or the front lawn.

[noarchitact]

...ugh, fine, then tell me what are you getting from this knifing incident.

[leonheartedly]

Aha . . . a knife with a specialized sheath.

[he nudges him] I really am sorry . . .

[noarchitact]

If you would have asked I would have just let you do it...

[leonheartedly]

You know I would have asked if I was allowed to.

[noarchitact]

...oh. [ he groans. ] Red is such an ass sometimes.

[leonheartedly]

Yeah, he is.

I picked you because I knew you would have let me if I could have ask. I figured you'd get pissed at me, so I'll make it up to you - I promise.

[noarchitact]

I'm not pissed at you. I get it, Tyr, and I know you'd let me stab you if I needed to do it for one of his stupid quests too. You don't need to make it up to me.

[leonheartedly]

I'm still making it up to you and you can't stop me.

[noarchitact]

Alright, fine, I won't stop you.

[leonheartedly]

[he nudges him again]

C'mon, I'll walk you back to your rite. I'll pick your brain about my building plans along the way.

[noarchitact]

Lucky me. [ huffs. ] And you'll write me a note when we get back too.

[leonheartedly]

. . . I'll write you a real confession. Not one about Crois.

[noarchitact]

About me.

[leonheartedly]

About you?

[noarchitact]

...something about me.

[leonheartedly]

. . . okay.

[what is he gonna write . . .

When they get back, he'll go for the paper]

[noarchitact]

[ he takes his spot behind the desk again. ]

[leonheartedly]

[. . .

Writing, "I would trust Fantasia with my life.








And it's cute when he gets flustered about my chest."

Foldin' it up]

1/2

[noarchitact]

[ aw. ]

[noarchitact]

[ god dammit tyr. ]

[leonheartedly]

There, I wrote two things.

[love him, Fantasia]