![]() She doesn’t seem too keen on how sympathetic we’ve been the past few days.” “Are you daft? Velvet isn’t the type to let something like romance weigh her down.” He flips the coin mindlessly in the air and catches it without checking. “I think she’s embarrassed that we were talking about her romantic life! Imagine that, Velvet Crowe, the Lord of Calamity, the night’s brooding guardian, the therion who dares defy fate - she’s really just a shy unbloomed flower at the end of the day, thirsting for a taste of the sun.”Įizen snorts, shaking his head. She waits for the rest of the team to board before continuing with a flourish. “You’re sure? I think -” Magilou extends the syllable for a few seconds as she skips up the ship’s ramp. “Perhaps we were stepping on old wounds that Lord Artorius first opened.” Eleanor winces a little but doesn’t think anyone notices why should she respectfully call him Lord anymore? “I believe that’s what surprised me the most about Aball,” she continues. Besides, she has every right to be mad at them for prodding into her past life. Velvet could be upset about anything, even a topic unrelated to Aball if she’s being honest. “I would presume she noticed our confusion about how… happy she acted,” Eleanor replies, finally tearing her eyes away from where the woman disappeared to. “So which conversation do you think she’s talking about?” Rokurou asks slyly once he figures she’s out of earshot. Though, Eleanor knows that’s a bad idea it’d be best to give her some time to decompress. She’s sure the boy wants to dash off to her room and check if she’s doing okay. “Aw, Velvet,” Laphicet says, and Eleanor can practically hear the pout. For an appropriate amount of time… of course. Instead, she stomps off below deck, presumably to her own quarters.Īs her raven-black hair flies in the wind, Eleanor watches, of course. Her amber eyes narrow, but she doesn’t press the issue. But neither of them say a word (well, Magilou groans and gripes, but Eleanor ignores it) as they reorient themselves on the dock, awaiting Velvet’s reaction to the obnoxious swordsman. ![]() Eleanor nearly bumps into his back from his sudden halt, though Magilou full-on slams into Eleanor. “What? Nooo, we weren’t talkin’ about you!” Rokurou replies, a shit-eating smirk on his face as he rests his arms behind his head. “Aball may have distracted me, but don’t think I couldn’t hear anything you idiots were saying.” As they board the Van Eltia, Velvet whips around to stare down at the ragtag group she reluctantly calls her team.
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