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She frowned once again at the question, putting the cup down. "She and I are of the same race actually. We're both fallen angels, and we can get shot down by the hunters if they are tasked to do so. But the huntress' goal was the genocide of the entire race and she wouldn't stop until that goal was reached, even if it meant slaying the innocent ones. It's a good thing that the b---- was executed by the spy who was used by her just to spot us. Though I still had feelings of resentment, I had to let go and let my friend be happy with her fiance, just to make her stop pleading." Hikaru then heard that Ansgar would be willing to help out with Solaris but sighed, picking up another one of the muffins.

"She's currently in Australia, just so you know. But I won't mind if you want to become her friend as well. She's actually a talented violinist." The brunette ended up popping the whole thing into her mouth and chewed after describing the raven-haired girl's profession to him.

▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Crevan | Sora Guardian Spirit | Kitsune
❛She will hide all you wish to see about her sweet soul.
Like breathing and living in a masquerade ball,
You will fall in love with who she is beneath her mask.
And somewhere in the night, be the mask and watch her soul..

Because even with a mask, her eyes gives her away.❜
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○I'm feeling indifferent.
●I'm speaking to someone who knows Vixen???? at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing suspenders.
●I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I'm currently engaged to Angel Lionis.

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Only after the djinn spoke of Vixen’s name and introduced himself, did he finally let his guard down. A smile tugged against the corner of his lips, and he’d find his body facing the djinn as they conversed.

”So I’ve heard.” answered the fox as he chuckled. They were moulded with the same features. The deity found it amusing, it seems. ”Ah, Sahar. She’s spoken about you. Some.. I’d rather not hear.” he heaved a small sigh, and shook his head in denial. The twins shared everything, yes, but her bedding experiences, he’d rather not know anything at all. It felt a little strange, and the fox never really fancy the idea of people laying their fingers on his literal half even though he was sure that it had been Vixen that went around taunting people. That girl. ”Crevan. It’s a pleasure to be your acquaintance.” he extended his hand.

Sahar came off fairly pleasant, especially with the way he seemed surprised at the correct guess moments earlier. It was no wonder Vixen liked him so much. He’s quite amusing, if anything. However, upon the mention of being sick, the fox tensed up completely. His eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes seemed to have darkened. It soon disappeared, and the fox was quick to revert to his friendly demeanor. ”Ah, yes. I’ve been feeling under the weather, but I’m better now.” he scratched his head in response. It reminded him of the fact he didn’t have much longer, that his days were numbered but it was okay, because the fox was happy. He felt much happier than ever. He had his twin, he had someone to love, and that was enough.

”So what brings you here today?” he asked, though he came to a short pause after. ”Um.. Sahar. Would you mind look out for Vixen? She might seem headstrong, but honestly, she’s just a child. I can’t help but worry about her sometimes.”

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Hikaru just sighed to calm herself down, resisting the urge to raise her voice at him. She just resorted to popping the muffin into her mouth again and chewing before speaking."While it did take courage, it doesn't mean that I'll go completely friendly with him. Sure, my pet raven enjoys his company, but still... At least he's on a trip so I can have time to settle down my emotions. Even me having to let go of the resentment towards his family just to make my friend happy did take courage, though I was initially reluctant at first." The fallen angel then finished her tea and stood up, picking up her things and bringing the bag full of the muffins along. It would be best to cut to the chase and get the baking lessons started.

"Anyway, let's go to my house." But before she left, she had to pick up her umbrella and wait for him to tag along. It would be a long walk towards her house.

-- Exit --

▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Vixen | Tsubasa Guardian Spirit | Kitsune
❛I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand.
And the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow.
I wish I had a thousand words for snow,
But all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep,

,,and there are no words for that.❜
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○I'm feeling melancholic.
●I'm speaking to no one at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing casual t shirt and shorts.
●I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.

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After the whole situation with Crevan and Angel, Vixen found herself babysiting Iris during the past two days. Not a day has gone by that she spent a comfortable night sleeping in her bed, hurdled up within her perfectly warmed bed sheets filled with soft scent of roses, her pillows were usually fluffed up to a perfect thickness, and she’d feel as if she were sleeping atop a cloud, drifting softly into her deep slumber. Vixen heaved a heavy sigh while she strode down the empty pavement with her tails shielding her from the rain.

Honestly, she would have brought an umbrella with her, but after going through the many days of getting her tails soaked, no matter how big the umbrella was, the fox finally gave up and made use of her thick fur coat her tails provided. It made no difference. Not if the rain still got to her despite the shelter.

It was a light drizzle, and she loved the weather. It wasn’t too cold, nor was it warm to the point she’d break out in sweat. It was perfect, along with the occasional breeze it provided though the less satisfying part regarding rainy weathers, was the fact it made her feel melancholic. It made her reminisce the past she promised she wouldn’t lose herself in. The fox fiddled with her ring finger, gently tracing the scar he once left upon her. It was their promise of reunion, yet even up till this day, he has yet to return. Vixen waited, even though she knew it was impossible. Perhaps love just makes people do crazy things.

Then, there was Iris she had to worry about after the whole situation with her brother. Vixen wasn’t surprised at all when she learned how Crevan had finally snapped over Iris’ manipulative tendencies. Iris wasn’t an object. Iris isn’t something to hold dearly within the palm of another. No one should ever be pampered to such an extent, even if they’ve had a horrible past. Iris is still a young cub compared to the both of them, still so immature, and both the twins, as Iris’ adoptive parents, they hold the responsibility to teach that cub, to let him learn. But she, too, knew where Iris was coming from, why he tried so hard to keep Crevan by his side. They were the only people he trusted after what happened, and Vixen understood what it felt to fear having a loved one taken away.

Vixen heaved yet another sigh, and she’d shake her head in frustration. What in the heavens is happening to the people around her? Then again, Vixen isn’t in a stable condition either. She’s spent days outside, sometimes months without even returning home, without a single phone call. The fox wondered. She hasn’t been home in quite a while. Not since the day before the paintball event. The night she spent at Sahar’s.

Her hands came up to wrap themselves around her slim form, and she’d feel her cheeks heating up. It wasn’t because she was shy over what they had done, it was more so.. the fact she broke down in front of another person, that she allowed herself to be vulnerable within the company of another, other than the small circle of friends that made up her family of four. Six, including Angel and Iris. Her thoughts wandered to Sahar, and she found herself pondering his well-being, if he’s alright, even. She didn’t text him, let alone give him a call. Neither did he. It was a one night thing. No more, no less.

Her eyebrows furrowed once she recalled the day during Valentine’s. How she allowed herself to be carried away. She wondered just what was wrong with her. Zara claimed it to be a crush. Vixen believed otherwise. It was impossible. Not now. Perhaps, not ever. Or so she thought.

An empty can came into sight and with a solid kick, she sent the can flying. But of course, she was kind enough to pick it up and toss it in the trash can near by. She had been walking about since the brink of dawn, since the sky was still dark, before the sun has even risen from the horizon. Vixen was out walking. Without a destination, without a reason, she just walked, and walked, and walked. Maybe she’d find herself at the end of the universe one day. Maybe she’d find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Who knows? No one can blame her for having such thoughts when they were all living in a world full of magical entities.

But now, Vixen had a destination. All these walking had left her with an empty stomach she would be happy to fill with sugar and a nice, hot cup of coffee. The first place that came to mind was Moonbucks, after she found herself already standing a street away from the shopping complex. They always had a particular feeling to that cafe. Perhaps it was the mood they created? The fox felt it was a place she could truly relax, other than home.

Vixen shook her tails, drying it off before she allowed herself into the establishment. It was quiet, with soft jazz music playing in the background. There, she ordered a large cup of hot coffee, and several pieces of brownies. Strangely, there were a lot of people, but she managed to find herself a place to sit in the corner of the room, just beside the glass window where she was allowed the privilige to gaze out into the open, enjoying the soft taps of rain drops against the windows.

”Short steps, deep breath.. Everything is alright..” Vixen hummed a soft tune, thanking the waitress when her order was brought to her table. ”Don’t be so gloomy, Vixen. You’re stronger than this.. Stronger than this..” she murmured, more or less encouraging herself.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she’d sneak a peak at the message, which inevitably put a smile upon her porcelain features.

”Miss you lots, Tsubasa. If you’re getting lonely out there, just know that you can always come home. We’ll be waiting for you. Love, Sora.”

Vixen didn’t reply, not yet, and instead, she’d place her phone on the side of the table. No matter how hard things get, her brother always knew what to say to make her feel better, and for that, Vixen has always been grateful. God knows what would have happened if he were never around.

With a soft chuckle, and a slight shake of her head, Vixen murmured, ”You idiot.”

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▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Vixen | Tsubasa Guardian Spirit | Kitsune
❛I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand.
And the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow.
I wish I had a thousand words for snow,
But all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep,

,,and there are no words for that.❜
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○I'm feeling melancholic.
●I'm speaking to a bulky stranger at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing casual t shirt and shorts.
●I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.

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Her gaze was locked onto the scenery outside, how people ran for shelter, how kids jumped from puddle to puddle. There were people who were drenched, some wet from the waters cars had splashed onto them, some due to not having shelter. Didn’t they know their bodies are prone to get more wet when they run instead of walk? Apparently not.

She was thankful though, at least she was given the priviledge of a shelter, not that she would mind even if she were to walk under the rain. She liked the way raindrops felt upon her skin, the way its coldness left trails of water marks in their wake. She was an animal to begin with. It didn’t matter if she had been drenched. She could always just shake it all off at the end of the day.

The fox took a small sip of coffee, savouring the bitterness upon the tip of her tongue. Vixen never really fancied bitter food, but coffee was an exception. She liked it black. It somehow.. kept her from living in her world of sweetness and fantasies. It anchored her to reality, yet at the same time, allowed her a glimpse of the world she dreamed of so badly. She didn’t know how to put it into words, or perhaps.. She was just a deep person altogether.

She ran a finger through her hair, and began to twirl it with her index finger. She was bored, with nothing better to do. It wasn’t because she couldn’t be alone, but more so the fact rainy weathers made her feel a tad lonely, and the burden she carried upon her shoulders were heavier. She loved the rain, yes, yet at the same time, it made her depressed. It made her.. pitiful in some way. Her ears that were once perked, dropped to either sides of her head, and her tails that were still a chunk of wet fur draped lifelessly behind her like heavy weights. It was amidst these messed up thoughts, that the fox thought about her past once more. It was always moments like these that made her turn towards the past and attempt to escape reality’s wrath. It was always impossible, and it made her feel weak. Vixen knew better, yet she couldn’t help herself, she couldn’t help the loneliness she felt within, and honestly, Vixen was tired. Both mentally and physically, and there were days she prayed she didn’t have to live, that something came and take her away. She felt she could be happier. She could see her loved one once more, she could.. reunite? Could she really? No one knew what life after death was like, and Vixen feared that it might not be what she thought it was. What if she found.. nothing? What if she just faded into nothingness? Is that the end to it all?

She shook her head, refraining from such thoughts. There was no need to worsen her mood, and thankfully, the world was working with her for once. The bell chimed when the door to the establishment opened. Her golden orbs went for the door, where an old couple would enter. She admired them both, how they walked hand in hand. It wasn’t hard at all to tell that they were as in love as they had been decades ago. Would she and Lexus be the same, if they had led a normal life? She could only wonder, couldn’t she? It was such a shame. It would have been nice, to be able to bear his children. But life would not allow her the happiness to be with her loved one. She had none of him left. She had nothing left.

Her heart throbbed painfully, and tears stung the corners of her eyes but with a few blinks, they would cease to have existed at all. Her gaze left the old couple, and soon fell upon the man with a larger frame that came in shortly after the couple did. He was drenched, soaked to the core, and Vixen felt a tad.. worried. She had a kind heart, yet most did not see this aspect of hers. His expression seemed dark, more.. annoyed than dark. Perhaps she shouldn’t meddle? The last thing she wanted was to rile him up even further.

She turned away, guiding her gaze outside once more as a soft melody came to mind. ”Give your heart and soul to me.. and life will always be, la vie en rose..” she sung, her voice quiet and gentle. The lyrics were sweet, so innocent, yet it felt strange when Vixen were to sing it, for those who offer their hearts to her, had them shattered and torn. A light frown tugged her lips, eventually, and she took another sip of her coffee.

"Excuse me. Would you mind if I joined you?" a voice emerged from her left. Vixen looked up, only to see the man from earlier stand beside her. She smiled, and gestured for the seat on the opposite side of the table, ”Go ahead. You didn’t have to ask.”

She was still contemplating if she should give him something to dry off with. At this rate, it was no surprise if he were to catch a fever the next day. In the end, she finally came to terms. Vixen pulled out a handkerchief she usually carried on her, and reached forth to dry off his wet raven locks. It was only then, she realized, despite standing on her tip toes, she couldn’t reach the top of his head at all. ”You’re so damn tall. It’s foul play, y’know.” The fox frowned, deciding to just give him the soft fabric instead. ”Take this an dry your head off, at least. You’ll catch a cold at this rate.” The fox returned to her seat, and took another sip of her coffee. It was then, his tattoos became apparent to her. Her golden orbs found themselves trailing from his sleeves, down to his forearm. Did they have a meaning? Vixen wanted to ask, but in the end, she refrained herself from doing so. There was no need to prode her nose into his business, or so she thought.

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