((So I drew Khallas and Amaris looking up at the Moon and stars from a bridge(?) Balcony(?) somewhere thing . and I couldn’t decide if I liked it with the sky shaded in or not :c so here take both.. and I may just delete this and post the one that suddenly grows on me later))
Hearing him say ” You’re pretty” was unexpected, but a Battle that was sad to hear but expected. ”I figured..it was something like that. You were away for awhile again and I got worried. um. But I know you’re strong so I figured you would be okay! .I ..I wasn’t worried.” That was a lie, her mind wandered to possible worst case scenarios over the past few days and even now seeing his eye like that made her feel a little sad.The touch of his hand on her shoulder as he placed the corsage brought her wandering mind back to the present. His fingers were delicate..the way he handled the flower was precise and his skin on hers faintly made her blush. It was embarrassing, but the corsage was beautiful.
”thank you It’s..really pretty Khallas!.”
Oh there was the boutonnière to give. She ran back into the apartment and returned with a little box. She opened it and pulled out a petite lavender lilac. It was small and simple and compared to the corsage Khallas had presented she felt a little bad. But then again she was unaware that the men didn’t need extravagant flowers.
”erm…h-here. I’ll put it on you. But please…be more careful I don’t want you to get hurt like this…u-um you have too nice of a face to get all banged up…y-yknow.” she said as she carefully pined the flower to his suit. Being close to him like this was overwhelming.
Her perfume was lovely. That was all that was really going through his head right now. She smelled great and she looked amazing. Was that shallow? He hoped it wasn’t. It was just so weird seeing her dressed so formally… it was indescribable.
“Th-thanks…” He spoke quietly as she pinned the boutonniere onto his lapel. Her hands were so close to him now, he could practically feel his skin catching fire. He cleared his throat as she finished up, then held his arm out so that she could hook hers with his. That was how they did it in the movies, right?
“U-um, I’m really sorry to have worried you so much… but I’ll be alright. It’s gonna be okay, I mean. A-anyway, did you have any idea what you wanted to do tonight, possibly?” He steered the conversation away from his Magi business and focused on the now. Talking too much about what he is was not only dangerous, but depressing for her.
The sound of knocking came. And shuffling footsteps outside. She waited a moment and peeked out of the hole in the door.With a gasp Amaris turned bright red and slammed her back against the door panting slightly. Holy crap he looked good. really good, like a different person.
Get it together! she yelled repeatedly in her mind and opened the door quickly slamming it against the wall.That was awkward beyond belief. Not a word was spoken after his sheepish hello. Just staring. She kept staring , looking the handsome young man over, and over up and down. It was if Khallas was transformed.
”…ah…” a sad attempt at a hello and she just kept staring and her dark skinned cheeks were still red as a strawberry. Until she noticed his aviators. The flustered feeling faded slightly and laughter followed, they looked kinda silly. She grabbed a hold of them and pulled them off shyly and spoke in a soft tone. “why are…you hiding your eyes..? a-and you’re late yknow…”
Oof, taking his glasses off was a bad idea. He was so preoccupied by staring at her elegant dress and lovely face that he had nearly no time to stop her from pulling off his aviators, revealing a rather dark black eye. He smiled sheepishly again, using his free hand to take his glasses back and fix them again. After clearing his throat, he looked down towards his shuffling feet.
“Ah, yeah… I’m sorry I’m late… There was a battle and well…” This was awkward, and it would certainly make her worry needlessly… but he couldn’t exactly lie to her. “Ahem, anyway. I’m okay. And we beat it, so everything’s fine. I’m fine. So don’t worry, alright? Please…” He looked up at her again, and his cheeks flushed visibly. “L-let’s just have fun… o-or something… o-okay? Y-you look really um… good… er—I mean… p-pretty…” He faltered and stumbled all over his words, then moved his other arm to reveal a beautifully hand-crafted corsage made with real purple carnations, babies breath, and lavender.
“I uh… I got this, for you… I didn’t know what we were supposed to do tonight b-but… ah let me help you with it…” With delicate care, he reached over to her shoulder to fix the corsage to the strap of her halter dress. He fumbled with it nervously, being so close to her bare shoulder, but eventually it was secured.
So it was the night of that dance. Or rather there were two dances going on both were prom themed, open invites for both but due to certain events Amaris ended up going to the secondary one. It was Originally meant as a way to watch over Liz and her date however both of them hadn’t really been heard from in awhile and probably weren’t even gonna go anymore. Her date was missing for awhile himself except for one little message earlier saying. “See you tonight ”. The It was a bit disheartening but even so Amaris spruced up for the night, with that one message perking her up. Alone in that apartment complex she stood in front of a mirror in the hallway. Hair curled in the back, make-up, lavender gown that went to the floor, with a tail in the back , the fabric attached to her right hand in a bow. Looking at her now it was if it was a different person.
”He said…I’ll be there in the text but…”
It was about an hour or so late. and Perhaps it would be better to just not go? Maybe he forgot? Her father was out again so if he did come he wouldn’t get hassled.
A knock came at her apartment door, as he wiped his brow with the back of his hand. That Forlorn Battle came at the worst time possible, and now he had a potentially angry Amaris to deal with. He deserved it, he supposed, and hoped in his heart that a peace offering of cake would appease her anger later. A shaky breath left his lips as he waited, pacing rapidly in the hall and teetering from one foot to the other. He had rushed to get here as soon as he could, but that wasn’t the only reason why he was sweating so terribly. It really was a legitimate date, and in fancy clothing, too! Not that he wasn’t used to wearing suits… but around Amaris? He felt incredibly self-conscious about everything.
He held his breath as she opened the door, and with an awkward smile and an even more awkward wave, he greeted her.
“H-hey, Amaris.” He held one arm behind his back, concealing a gift, and the other he used to fix the aviators on his face.
“The Persona Prom is tonight… I got the suit and corsage for Amaris, but I don’t think I signed up for it…”
“Fuck.”
This is why Khallas hasn’t been around.
Killing Forlorn Souls in an alternate dimension brb
Absolutely perfect
I’m always here to listen and never judge. P.S. My blog may be triggering.
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