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 Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 12:13 am
Saya was fully prepared to confront the traumatic aftermath of terrors from their last mission, with a blanket. No doubt, the mission had left many hunters with a new phobia of drowning, freezing, bugs and zombie ghost ships. Saya was also victim to these new phobias, unable to will them away. So she currently stood, with a blanket wrapped around herself. It was multipurpose, protecting her and keeping her warm at once.
She also had things to ask Wilson, unsure of when was a good time to do it. But sooner was better than later, Saya concluded, since they never knew when the next mission was coming up.
So Saya knocked in front of Wilson's door with a Jack Frost-inspired blanket, dark blue with snowy gradients and snowflake designs.
"W-Wilson?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 3:26 pm
Drowning and freezing, Wilson could deal with. Zombie ghost ships were also not much of a problem for him. But that sheer amount of bugs? That was still pretty unsettling. At least, that’s what he told himself. It was difficult to say how much the mission had actually affected him since he had never been the type to admit such things. Or perhaps donning the gasmask had helped him since there was no freaking way the bugs could get into his mouth.
Faint and muffled as the voice behind the door was, he could still recognize Saya. “Do you need anything?” he started as he opened the door. He visibly paused to take in the Jack Frost-inspired blanket, but made no comment as he smiled. “Want to come in?” Wilson opened the door wider and gestured for her to enter.
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 6:04 pm
Saya was glad to see Wilson was in, pulling the blanket to wrap further around herself. She nodded, following with a polite thank you, as she walked through the door. There were few rooms Saya was comfortable in, Wilson being one of the only male rooms.
"I won't be long, I just wanted to pass something along." Saya assured Wilson, lifting her blanket to reveal a small white pouch to her side. It was a new addition to her outfit, since Saya realized that having pockets was a convenient thing. Unfortunately, not many skirts held pockets, Saya's included. As she unbuttoned the small pouch, she looked up at Wilson with a concerned expression.
"A-Are you okay, Wilson? After the last mission... It was a little .. horrific."
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 5:52 pm
For the most part, his room was plain. The walls were bare white and the room was kept in surprisingly clean conditions, most likely from years of being nagged by his mother as a young boy. Granted, certain elements of the man’s personality managed to shine through despite the sparseness. As the door swung closed, Saya could notice a basketball hoop. There was a stack of puzzle and riddle books on the dresser and neatly propped in one of the corners was a case that undoubtedly contained his viola, as well as a few music books placed by the case.
But maybe what she would notice and remember in the end would be the set of photo frames by Wilson’s nightstand. Saya would clearly recognize the woman with short hair and purple eyes, who appeared in a majority of the pictures. Scattered throughout were likely Wilson’s parents and past friends. Sometimes the past was too much to let go, even after two years.
“Something along?” he repeated curiously as he sat down on his bed. He scooted to the side to allow the woman a seat if she chose to. Wilson looked down at the pouch, guessing that whatever this something was, was contained in the bag.
He laughed quietly, made an almost-natural smile that would seem normal to most. “Just the same old things over and over again; I’ll get over it,” he waved it off. “So, about that something…?”
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 6:25 pm
Saya walked into the familiar room, one she had been once before. She took a moment to look over the photo frames, memories painting a smile on her lips. Her gaze lingered fondly over the frames, taking a seat near the bedpost on the side. She rummaged through her bag, to lay a small little white box next to Wilson. "T-This was the gift I couldn't give last time. It's a matching set.. for you and Emmaline." It had the tiffany and co emblem on the front, although the box has slightly indented edges, an indication it had gotten wet. When diving into the ocean, it was miraculous that three layers of giftwrapping had worked as well as it had.
Saya encouraged Wilson to open it, clapping her hands a little excitedly.
"It suits her, doesn't it? Like the 'key to your heart' kind of idea!" Saya was a horrible romantic and her belief in Emmaline's eventual awakening was both hope and cruelty in itself. But Saya didn't know how to do it any other way, except to give up. She couldn't do that.
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 10:30 pm
The lingering gaze didn’t go unnoticed by the man. It was all a part of being a death hunter—the ability to observe and examine critically and with detail. Wilson smiled knowingly. There weren’t many who knew about his relationship with Emmaline or Emmaline herself. It was almost like a miracle to know that Saya knew the mist hunter from before the island. A gloved hand reached for the white box, swiftly opened before the smaller hunter explained. The necklace baffled him at first, but everything clicked together soon as he heard the word matching.
His curious expression softened, a mixture of subdued happiness and amusement, but with a tint of pain underneath as well. So she believed Emmaline would wake up, huh…? It was sweet to know she had hope, but as nice as Wilson was, optimism no longer appeared to be an option at this point. It had been well over a year since she had been podded, and she had yet to reveal signs of waking up. Even if he knew she would never wake up, he would continue to wait in vain forever. There was no one else for him. There was only one.
“It does,” he answered quietly with a smile, closing his eyes to blink back the potential tears. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” Rather than close it quickly, Wilson forced himself to gradually put the lid back on. “I’ll have to find you something in return.”
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 6:42 pm
"But.. I dont have anyone to share that kind of gift with?" Saya shook her head, an absolute blank drawn when replying. She tipped her head, in brief thought, blinking."It's okay though!" She shook her head, a nervous laugh filling the saddened mood. "I dont have occasions or reasons to wear that sort of accessory anyways--"
The amount of occasions it could get lost was, to sum it up, all the time. Even keeping it in one's room wasn't an option, considering how often dorms seemed to disappear or become unusable, one way or another.syusaki /quietly remembers after too long..
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 9:22 am
A sly smile. “Are you sure? I can think of a certain grumpy blond you could share it with,” he teased before leaning back. “But I don’t have to get the same kind of gift. Just something nice would suffice.” Wilson leaned over to place the box on his nightstand. His gaze lingered on the lid as he thought about the box’s contents. “You should make reasons to wear it, then. It’s little things like this that make life as a hunter a bit more enjoyable.”
He patted the spot next to him, inviting Saya to sit on the bed too. “You’re a real sweetheart, Saya, but I think you should divert more of your time and resources into furthering your relationship with a certain moon hunter.” Way to be subtle, but at least she knew that she had the Wilson seal of approval.
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 5:11 pm
Saya nearly dropped her blanket, at the mention of a "grumpy blond." Luckily, it was big enough that the fumble could hardly be seen under the snow-designed blue cloth, bundling herself tighter. It had been hard to rid herself of the lingering ocean chill, the memories of icy cold water -- suddenly, she felt heat gathering in her cheeks, pushing the blanket upwards in a protective hoodie. Wilson's next subtle remark, left Saya speechless.
She opened her mouth to say something-- then closed it, gathering air in her cheeks to make a puffy face of thought. It deflated before she poke but it was reminiscent of a gerbil or hamster's puffed up face. She had to nearly climb, just a little, to get onto Wilson's bed with her sudden nervous and unsteady posture, as she sat down for a talk.
"I-I.."
"..dont think romance is wise. On the field."
".. Or in hunter life. For me."
She didnt need to say that short relationships were a very possible option.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 8:25 am
Wilson was the master of subtlety. Peering at Saya from the corners of his eyes, he grinned and leaned against one of the walls with his legs crossed. His mouth twisted into an amused smirk while he watched the moon hunter struggle for a reply, but couldn’t contain his laughter as her cheeks puffed out. Clear laughter rang out as he reached out to pop her cheeks, but they had already deflated by the time he began to lean over.
A thoughtful hum. “Romance has its pros and cons,” he admitted after a moment. “It can be difficult to deal with, but once that hurdle is crossed then it becomes a pillar of support for you.” The back of his skull pressed lightly against the wall. “It becomes one of the few things to look forward to, and you need as much of that as you can get.”
He angled his head toward her. Once again he leaned over, reaching over to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear before he revealed a paper flower. “Of course, you never know what your feelings will grow into, but feel as much as you can because that’s what makes you human. Human life is all about your journey—all your mountains and meadows, walking through the darkness into light and back again, over and over. If you love someone then there’s no point in denying yourself a patch of sunshine when you’re living at the bottom of the abyss.”Random Artist I HOPE WILSON BESTOWED SOME USEFUL WORDS OF WISDOM..........
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 5:17 pm
Saya's thought process was surprisingly pessimistic, a light reminder to the past that nobody knew of hers at Deus, a reminder of all of their pasts.. Her fingers took the flower from WIlson, twirling it around her fingers with a muted energy. She blew a tiny puff of air, as if the pollen and petals might blow, reality contradicting expectations.
"I suppose some flowers can grow better in the dark than others.. but my point is.. " She whispered, curling up against Wilson, ".. that's if you let them grow. Sometimes, a little sunshine is worse than none at all." She held out her blanket, as if to share it with WIlson. It was big enough for both of them after all.. It was only a little short on Wilson's side.
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 11:18 am
“But how do you know you’re one of those flowers?” He pulled Saya into a hug, his chin gently resting atop of her head. “Classifying flowers is always hard. There’s a wide variety and a lot of them are similar. How do you know?” But for now, Wilson would leave it at that. Whatever the moon hunter chose in the end was her decision.
He opted to yawn and topple over, taking Saya with him. “I’m tired. Let’s take a nap.” Somewhere, Wilson’s books about Halloween creatures and FEAR remained open and temporarily forgotten.
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