WHEN YOU ARE THE ONE WHO LIES CLOSE TO ME

[unversed]

THE CATCHALL ROMANCE MEME

HOW WE ROLL:
> Post with your character, put name/fandom/etc in the subject line.
> Someone tags you with one of the scenarios listed below.
> "AND THEN THEY PORKED."
> PORNPROFIT.

THE DEETS:

ONE ➔ CONFESSION: You've been admiring this person from afar, or you've been friends with them for a while. Either way, you've finally worked up the courage to admit how you feel!

TWO ➔ LOVE NOTES: Send your crush personalized little love notes for them to find! Flick them at your crush, or hide them in their shoes! Draw pictures of you two kissing! Heck, even an old fashioned YES/NO checkbox note will do. But you've gotta get their attention with your written prowess! Get creative! Maybe they'll come up to you and you'll find true love!

THREE ➔ KISSING BOOTH: You're working a kissing booth, for whatever reason. Charity, for your school, or just because you got conned into it. But will something special bloom from a chance encounter with a booth guest? Or will you just be embarrassed for life, and punch your friends for getting you into this later?

FOUR ➔ LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: You've been completely dazzled by this specific person! Your heart races, you have a cold sweat... whoa wtf is happening. You simply must get to know them! Maybe it was meant to be!

FIVE ➔ TSUNDERE STYLE: Sure, you like them, but you can't show that by being cute or cooking them lunch, hell no. You have to punch their shoulder and tug on their hair, obviously. W-what? They're complimenting you? Try not to blush too hard, or shove them too much.

SIX ➔ CAPULET & MONTAGUE STYLE: You're both already taken, or you simply can't be together for some reason! Your families hate each other, your friends hate each other, or you only see each other once a year! But you don't care, you have tonight, and romance is in the air. Maybe you can break away from what can't be, just for one night of fun and love.

SEVEN ➔ NEVER SAY NEVERO: You're super intent on making this person yours! You're willing to go to the extreme to garner their affections! How can they say no to extreme outbursts of love and other hard-to-ignore signs of affection? Though, it might be easier to just ask... but that's not big enough for your love!

EIGHT ➔ TLC: You suddenly feel blue, and you feel the need to be comforted. It's time for some sexual healing.

NINE ➔ SMOOTH OPERATOR: Flowers, candlelight, a bottle of champagne... it's time to woo your sweetheart!

TEN ➔ GRAB SOMEBODY SEXY TELL 'EM HEY: There's something about messing around in a public place, where anyone can walk in on you anytime. Try to keep quiet, the woman over in the bathroom stall next to you might hear you and your partner heating up and fooling around.

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[dualstance]

[ The owl is fortunate that she happens to be in her room upon its arrival, having to deal with a few things at the request of her mother. A head start in ruling the kingdom, she had been told at the time, though she wonders if it's just an excuse to get out of the tedious work load that it appears to be. Because surely something as this cannot be as entertaining as her mother has made it out to be.

So she's eternally grateful for the distracting sound coming from her window, eyes widening at the sight of the snowy owl.

Quick to stand, she makes her way over and opening the latch, allowing the creature to enter her room. Curiosity gets the better of her, wondering what it's doing here in the first place when she spots the piece of parchment tied to one of its legs. Waiting for it to settle, she gently removes the paper before petting it, a smile curling her lips. ]

Let's see who this is from, hm?

[ Unfurling the parchment and reading the words, the smile on her face becomes impossibly wider at what she reads. She can't decide if she's hopelessly amused or genuinely happy at the note, so she settles for an easy middle ground. Amused and happy seems to be a good combination.

Settling back into her seat and pulling free a spare piece of parchment, she takes a second to piece together her own words before writing them down, writing neat and elegant. ]

Quite the poet you are, words so sweet.
Though I more look forward to the day again we meet.

- Roxene

[ Writing to this measure is not something she does well in, more a warrior than the princess that she is. However, the best is all she can offer in this regard and she hopes that best is enough. Tying the note to the owl's leg and giving instructions on where to send it, she gives it another pet before letting it take off. ]

[curepotion]

[ standing at the edge of the lake, feet in the water, Riku fishes easily with a bucket behind him. he knows he needs to scamper back inside before too long, or else he'll be caught and even more severely punished for what he's done. (which is nothing more than go to the ball like his stepbrothers, he'd protest, but he knew that trying to speak to his stepmother in such a frank way would just get him in trouble.) the lake is scenic as always--it's a tired sight to him, but one that he greets every day with a secret love. it's the only piece of land that's really, truly his, after all.

he's surprised when the owl comes back--of all things he had prepared for, he hadn't thought Roxene would actually respond.

and he has no witty rhymes. ]

I do, too.
I count the suns and moons until the next gala.

[ just writing that makes his heart lurch. he can't ... go. but he's planning on doing so anyway. he'll have to do something... he doesn't know what, but something has to come up. he'll make something come up. ]

I hope I can bask in your presence, and perhaps incite a duel.
I've heard you're very good at swordsmanship.

- Farrell

[ the owl lets him tickle the feathers of his neck, and nips him twice--playfully once, not so playfully the second time. ]

--ow. If you're hungry, say so. [ it gets a piece of fish for its troubles as it flies away. ]

[dualstance]

[ She had ventured out to do some training, looking at the paperwork her mother sent to her giving her a slight headache, not to mention there's an itch to stretch her limbs and take up her blades again. Never being able to sit still for too long, it's no surprise to any of the trainees on the grounds when they see her dressed in armor with her pair of swords in hands. They watch her go through the motions of warming up before her voice snaps them back to attention at doing their own lessons.

Well into the routine, Roxene stops when she sees the familiar owl flying in circles in the sky before descending to where she held out her arm for its landing. Not used to the sudden weight, she may have faltered a little before steadying her arm so as to not jostle the beautiful bird. She smiles softly at the owl, petting it with her free hand as she makes her way to the available bench.

After requesting one of the trainees to fetch her a piece of parchment and ink as well as feed and water for the carrier, she gently coaxes the owl to settle on her lap so that she can take the note off its leg.

Anyone paying attention to her would be granted the sight of a soft smile, one that some may associate with a girl smitten with someone. And the fact of the matter is, Roxene is not so far off of that idea. Though she would argue that she's merely interested, nothing more. ]

A duel, he wants. Well, a duel he shall gain.

[ Thanking the trainee for their swiftness, she takes a moment before penning the words on her mind. ]

More rumors, I suppose you've heard.
I merely show dedication to what I've been taught.

[ True enough, as she began learning the way at a very young age. And the thought of showing him all her hardwork brings an anxious smile to her face. It's not often she has the urge to show off, however, maybe this one time she would like to impress him. ]

Though I shall take that challenge if you wish.
Perhaps I shall talk to mother about hosting another gala soon,
as I am most eager to see you again.

- Roxene

[ Giving the owl a chance to rest some, she ties the note to its leg when it's ready before sending it off.

She takes a moment to bask in the nearly foreign feeling before taking up her blades again and resuming her practice. ]

[curepotion]

[ that's five fish. Riku kneels on the creaky dock, pale knees scraped against the wood as it bends up at the ends, discolored and sun-bleached. he holds one fish in the watery bucket, above the water, checking its scales and the coloration. gently placing it back into the container, he starts to pack up his fishing line and the small lunch he'd brought with him.

his fishing pole is thrown to the top of the house--his stepmother will never find it there--as he walks into the kitchen and slides the door shut. the windows are still open, at least... hefting the bucket up to the counter, he starts to wash his hands and tries to get ready to make supper. Roasted fish with thyme and lemon, with bread and mashed potatoes--that should be good and filling. he wonders if there's going to be any left for him. probably not, but he has some things hidden away to eat in that case.

he's surprised when the owl shows up again--he wonders if the castle has an early or late supper. what's more, it doesn't seem to be content with pecking, just giving him a friendly hoot.

he's not quite sure where his parchment has all gone--it takes a moment for him to find some, and when cinders blow on it, he winces and moves away from the fire. he doesn't think she'd take it well that he's a servant boy, even if it isn't quite the truth. he thinks of her words, they roll around in his mind and he finds himself smiling, smitten.

truth be told, the thought of a duel with her is just as exciting as the thought of another gala. ]

You will find me whereever you invite me.
Certain events may have paused my training, but perhaps a duel with you will sharpen my skills once again.
I am sure you would make a fine teacher.
And though I cannot see your face, your words tide me over 'til that day
wherein I see you again.

- Farrell

[ before he sends it away, he just smiles at the bird as it ruffles its feathers. it hoots; Riku hoots back with a soft smile, laughing. his heart feels like it's going to bloom with happiness. the only thing he wishes is that he was free to speak with her, instead of being cooped up in his house.

he sends the owl off, and it soars into the sky. ]

[dualstance]

[ After a day of reading reports and then some training to ease the tension out of her shoulders, Roxene had settled into dinner with her family, listening to the day's events from their point of view. She herself fails to mention the little notes she has been getting from one Mera Farrell throughout the day. They're her small treasures that she feels she doesn't have to share with anyone else, perhaps her most trusted friend Xion or even her brother, but mentioning it to others may cause a riff between herself and her parents. Particularly her father since he has an apparent aversion to the person who's managed to catch her fancy. The reason is lost to her, unfortunately.

One would think that it be something to be happy about, knowing that her future is well on its way to being settled right. That she will not be alone when the time comes for her to take over the throne and rule as queen. Someone to keep her steady, her support in times of trouble and stress.

She might not notice quite yet but it seems her heart's decided.

But now, the whole family retiring in the sitting area with the fireplace alight, cups of tea and biscuits to relax with and a book in her hands, she wonders when the next note will come to her. The hour is late and the owl has been on this single errand all day, so she would not be surprised if there are no more this day. Disappointed, but not at all surprised.

So it comes as a slight shock that one of the guards enters the room with the very owl sending their notes along on his arm and a curious look on his own face. Before anything can be said though, she jumps out of her seat and begins to make way to the soldier. The owl finally seeing her hoots, flying to her and landing on her shoulder, gently nipping at her hair, eliciting a small laugh from her. ]

You were looking for me?

[ A hoot in response, then ruffling its feathers before shifting slightly to get into a more comfortable position.

Ignoring the rest of her family, she makes her way to her rooms after taking the bit of parchment from the owl's leg, not wanting the others to question her before she got a chance to write a reply. Not to mention she didn't them teasing her about the look on her face as she reads the lines written only for her. It is well into the night, however, it would be a nice surprise for him the morning. Maybe something that'll brighten the day as this note has made her content for the night.

Sitting at her desk, she idly strokes the owl's head, thinking of what to say before beginning to write. ]

I look forward to the day we get to cross swords, my good lord.
And I am certain that even with the lapsed time,
it will be like tying up your boots when you swing a blade again.
But I will be certain to not be too harsh in the first round.

[ She grins at the thought of going easy on any opponent, even if they are a potential suitor. Once she wields a blade, all else fades away, only the thought of victory against the person opposing her. And she has no doubt that despite her teasing words, she will be the same with him. ]

You certainly do have a way with words,
as they have taken me so.
I await the day I am honored with your comforting presence.

- Roxene

[ A flutter in her chest at the bold words she had just written and bringing the piece of parchment to her lips, she wonders if she should send it off. However, she is not one to take back her words so with a deep breath she sets it down on the table. She bites her bottom lip to prevent the smile threatening to take over.

The owl's hoot brings her back and she gives the feathers another stroke before tying the note securely. ]

One last trip before you rest for the night, alright?

[ With a return hoot, she sends it off through her open window, taking in the night sky before getting ready for bed herself. ]

[curepotion]

[ there was no thyme in the house, Riku realized belatedly. cooking a meal for everyone wasn't so difficult--but when there was an ingredient missing, he had to take it upon himself to go outside and pick fresh rosemary before he went on cooking. bare feet on cooled earth felt wondrous--he shifted his gaze towards the sky and wondered what all was going on in the castle. he wondered what kind of meats and wines they would have, the conversation, if Roxene was speaking about him--

he hoped not.

for all his wishing that he could be Roxene's love, he wasn't sure about it, even with her letters. there was still a niggling sense in the back of his mind--doesn't she deserve someone stronger? someone who's been training for years? doesn't she deserve someone in a higher station? Roxene deserves someone who puts her at ease and can protect her while she protects them. can he do that?

he sighs and retreats back inside to cook, caught off-guard that his stepfamily has arrived. quick to gather coats and hats, serve refreshing beverages, unless someone's had a bad day. then it's tea and a hollow comfort from him as they speak and curl about the fire, waiting for their supper.

Riku's rather quick to do it all; he roasts the fish quicker than most people could--he knows how to do it easier from feeding himself with just a rudimentary fire rather than a stove. the bread is already bought--he uses a large, heavy knife to crack through the tough exterior, slicing into three parts and a bit for him because he loves the soft inside, and it's one thing that he'll allow himself to steal a little bit of.

at least an hour later is when they all dine; Riku's excluded from the table and moves to the laundry room, and that's where the little owl meets him, on the windowsill, framed by moonlight. Riku laughs quietly and knows whatever he'll send back to Roxene will be in the morning--the poor bird looks tired, and when he holds out his hand, it flaps its wings warily and settles to perch on his shoulder. ]

You've more than earned a rest.

[ he brushes a hand into its feathers and fixes up the jackets that've been slightly dirtied, hanging them up for a quick dry so they can pick them up in the morning.

he hesitates and avoids the dining room as he races to his room, a hand cupping the owl on his shoulder so it doesn't start to flap or freak out. reading her message, he can't help but chuckle a little. ]

Somehow, I'm inclined to not quite believe you!
I will be sure to try my best.

[ for a moment, he put his quill down and looked out into the sky. the stars are beautiful. the color reminds him of a darker version of Roxene's, and he returns to his letter. ]

And yet, so have you.
Under your rule, your people will flourish, I'm sure.
Even so, I am sure you're relieved to have time before then.
A question to mull on: what star in the sky is your favorite?
I will be sure to remember to look at its shine before bed,
and perhaps it'll give me the same comfort your eyes do.

- Farrell

[ he craned his neck to look outside, and seeing a hole in the tree nearby, he instructed the owl to rest and come back to him in the morning.

when he awoke, he was halfway through chores before the owl dutifully came to the door. he tied the message to its leg and let it fly after making sure it was fed. ]

[dualstance]

[ Mornings at the castle is always a flurry of activity, maidens and servants making sure that everything is prepared for the family as well as those of higher position. Making sure that waters are ready for washing as well as towels and the like, food prepared for breakfast, and grounds ready for any other sort of activities before having to go about their own duties assigned to them. There is never one person without something to do, all of them doing as expected of them.

Roxene is no different to the others bustling about, just going about different duties compared to them. Waking and heading off to the training grounds for morning stretches, a routine ingrained into her mind since she first began her training, it is something she doesn't do without unless the night had been late one. Clad in simple clothing, lacking her armor, she goes about her business without disturbance of anyone coming on to the grounds. No one would arrive this early, at least not before the breakfast bells chime. There are some days her bodyguard and good friend would join her, others where her brother would and even rarer her parents. But for the most part, she likes the quiet morning, able to enjoy the dawn of a new day in silence, with nothing but the fluid motions and a clear mind.

Although this day there's just one thing that occupies her thoughts, but they are pleasant ones.

Receiving notes throughout the day, her face holds a soft smile at the words that still echo in her mind, a feeling of content washing through her. Words so sweet as well as giving her some amount of eagerness, she wishes that they could meet sooner, perhaps somewhere in the town or even in the wood. Just a brief moment to assure herself that this isn't some sort of dream, that he actually exists. But she knows that isn't proper behavior for her.

That does not mean she can't hope, though.

Finishing her routine and breathing in deeply, she gets ready to return to her rooms when she hears a gentle hoot from above. A smile appears on her face before she turns back around, extending her arm for the owl to land on. She didn't expect a response so early in the morning. ]

Hello there. It seems he is quite the riser as well, hm?

[ Another hoot, a ruffle of feathers, and she can't help but let out a small laugh. It's almost as if the owl is speaking with her in this regard. A very intelligent bird, this one is. ]

I hope he allowed you to eat first. Otherwise you're free to help yourself here.

[ With that she heads to her rooms, telling one of the servants to fetch food and water for her new friend before settling down at her desk with the note.

The thought of taking over the kingdom when her mother deems her well and ready, it's a well kept secret that she fears the position, having so many people's lives in her hands. Not only that, but there's the fear of being constrained to the castle. Unable to go about and doing as she likes, being subjected to the reports and words of the advisers. Thinking of it that way, it sounds like a trapped existence, one that she doesn't favor very much. How her mother handles it day in and out, she didn't know.

But then, at the thought of her father, perhaps she does. ]

I hope that I am able to rule half as well as my mother.
But yes, there is still time yet, time I will cherish.

[ She takes a second to think on the question, going over her studies about the stars and her own times gazing. There is no one single star, however. ]

I do not have a single favorite, but three.
They stand together and shine brighter than others in the sky.
There is a story behind them as well, perhaps you've heard?
Even still, knowing that you'll be watching at the same moment as I
gives me a comfort of you being with me instead of afar.
I look to the day that the distance is shortened.

- Roxene

[ Some time during her writing, the servant had delivered the food and water for the owl, grateful for the silent entry and exit.

Smiling at the owl and giving it another pet, she ties the note to its leg before sending it off. A sigh escapes before she gets ready for her own breakfast. And possibly an inquiry from her family for her swift departure last night. ]

[curepotion]

[ the owl reaches him a little after his own breakfast, and he smiles when it hoots at him, flutters its wings proudly.

usually, this would be where he goes off to pick fruit and vegetables for the new week, but as he's confined to inside the house... his stepmother and younger stepbrother take time out of their own day to painstakingly bring him groceries, because he obviously can't be trusted outside of the home.

it doesn't matter. he finds his ways. they never bring back good enough produce--he's taken to having to make pies or mash when they just dump half-picked produce. he rolls his eyes every time and does make a show of it, because if they're so mistrusting of him, maybe they should make their own food. every time he brings this up, it falls on deaf ears and he just shakes his head and has to deal with it.

if he feels venomous and haughty enough, at times, he'll think when I become a paladin, somehow, you'll look back on this and wish you'd treated me better.

but for now, he only writes. ]

I have not heard of this story,
but I will be sure to trace the sky for these three.
Perhaps until the day we meet again,
this can be our fleeting touch.
I look forward to that moment,
where your face is alight with happiness,
as is mine.

- Farrell

[ he lets the owl go, and tells it to check in on its owner after delivering the message. surely they must be worried, and Riku feels a little guilty, but ...

ultimately, he's thankful for the slight detour.

he watches Reno leave first, then Axel, then Edea. once he's alone again, and they're in town, he leaves for the farms.

they always bring back too little or too damaged and expect him to make do. he understands that they have no clue what they're looking for, but he just wishes they'd wake up and realize that his going to the gala wasn't an act of rebellion and a flaunt of station, but just a need to be respected as a family member. ]

[dualstance]

[ She doesn't receive the note until well into the afternoon, close to the dusk hour when training winds down and everyone makes way to their homes for supper, preparing in however fashion they do before the appointed time. Roxene is no different in the routine, making sure to instruct the younger trainees the appropriate way to polish the blades before setting off to her own rooms. The day had been a strenuous one and relaxing bath sounds like the best course of action before she eats with her family.

A part of her had been a little disappointed that there had been no owl within sight during the day, but she figures that he had been busy doing his own duties to be able to write a note to her. And just as well as she hadn't the time to return the letter with one of her own should one had arrived for her. There had simply been no time to sit and write.

But now as she takes her armor off, she wonders if he had written back at all. She shouldn't hope so easily, knowing that he must have his duties or something else to attend to. Still, she can't help but do so.

Wandering into her inner rooms, she notices something out of place on her desk, rushing over and quickly taking up the small note off of the owl that had somehow managed to find its way inside her rooms. She doesn't even notice the sudden rise in her heartbeat, the way a smile makes its way on her lips as she reads, nor the very light blush gracing her cheeks. The very image of a smitten teenage girl.

She sits to quickly pen something down, after a gentle pet through the white feathers, a silent thanks in the gesture. ]

I firstly apologize for the lateness of this letter.
It seems time has become lost this day.
However, I shall look to the skies tonight
and search for them with you.
We will be connected by those stars, that sky,
and I can do nothing but smile at the thought.

[ Even now, she can't help but smile at his words. He really does have a way with them, something she lacks in comparison but she hopes to convey them well enough. She hopes that he gets the same feelings as she does. ]

There will be day,
we shall share another connection.
One that even distance can't tear apart.
That is a day I hope is soon.

- Roxene

[ More bold words as she doesn't even know if he'll be at the suitor's gala, but she hopes he will be. And even if he isn't, then she'll search out for him. Because deep down, her choice has been made already.

Tying it to the owl, she lays a light kiss on top of its head. ]

Make haste so that he doesn't doubt.

[ And with a determined hoot, it flies off with her dreams and wishes. ]

[curepotion]

[ once they were all gone and a safe distance away, Riku rushed to dress and make his way towards the farms to pick his own, smaller, batch. it was a secret between the farmer's son and him, in exchange for a constant Cure spell on a cursed wound that the son refused to confess to his father. as he trudged back home, he wondered how that son would feel if his father passed in the night and he had yet to say a secret, even a secret as quiet as that. he was thankful that on his father's deathbed, he had no secrets. thinking of his father on route to home just made his heart ache as he knew what was awaiting him back inside.

chores, more chores, cleaning, tailoring...

with groceries tucked away, he started to clean the floors, one calloused hand bracing himself against the floor as he bent on all fours to clean, bucket near him and filled to the brim with bubbles and soap. sometimes he sang to pass the time, and he certainly knew a good song for how he felt. he thought back to the words she wrote to him with a fondness in his chest that just refused to leave.

her words filled him with bravery. in an odd surge of defiance, Riku cinched his feet to two brushes and scrubbed the floors standing up, practically skating from room to room in between giddy chuckles of, perhaps, a lasting love.

all of his chores ended up with something whimsical.

when the owl came, he was surprised and looked up from the soaked clothes he was washing against the metal board. the skin of his hands were rubbed raw, but he held them her note with surprising gentleness, softly laughing as his thumb brushed the parchment straight.

charcoal was used instead of a pen now, and though he winced at the possibilities of her response, he went on to write. ]

Fashionably late, how appropriate.
Then it is a promise.
Until that day we meet once again,
those stars will be our way to touch.

[ he paused as he reread her words, heart pounding in his chest. share another connection... he gently ducked his head, face red, smile spreading across his face again. ]

Thank you.
You have made my horrible days finally bearable.

- Farrell

[ when the owl chirped at him, he fluttered a wing. concern flooded his face as he realized something had happened to it--he put the note aside to bring the owl into his lap and cast a good-sized healing spell on him.

Riku hoped it hadn't injured itself delivering their letters. he sighed, wondering if Cura was enough, though the owl picked up the note by himself and flew off before he could do a thing.

a frown came over his features.

that owl seemed awfully persistent to keep them writing to each other. could animals want that sort of thing, for humans? ]

[dualstance]

[ Spending the evening with her family, it's something that she cherishes with fondness, having the opportunity to just sit and talk with them about the various happenings throughout the day. And this day is no different. Having her parents sit at the head of the table with her next to her mother and her brother next to their father. Sometimes they are joined by others but it seems like this is a night for just them, a night where they are free from their usual responsibilities. The best sort of night for them all.

However, Roxene did have to endure the few questions about the night before, running off without word and making them worry for the haste. She apologized, of course, explaining that it had merely been a letter she had been waiting for, which is the truth. She had been waiting for it. Though who it is from, she refrained from saying, not knowing what they would say about it. Particularly her father.

A part of her knows that she shouldn't be corresponding in such a way, especially the words she has written, and yet.

Yet she can't say she regrets them.

It's almost like a dream, one that she partly does not want to wake from, for fear of losing this feeling to a world of pretenses forever. That everything had been nothing but her imagination, brought up by the very idea of someone simply accepting her as she is, not what she has to claim herself to be. To believe so firmly that there is someone who can see her and nothing else, just like he used to.

Perhaps it's silly and unfair to think so but. She wants to believe. Believe in the chance that maybe, just maybe, Mera Farrell is him. Long lost but finally found somehow. Once a friend who unknowingly became much more.

As she brushes her hair at her vanity, she can't help but wonder and hope, despite how cruel it is to think of him as another. It seems her heart cannot let go, despite the feelings that have grown within her. She might have drawn some similarities but. Years can change a person and she knows that he wouldn't be the same person she once knew. So she should do Farrell the justice he deserves, and really, he does deserve it.

So it's with a fond smile when the owl appears through her window, making a habit of keeping it open until the very last second before dreams take her away from reality. ]

You seem determined to keep this going.

[ A hoot full of pride as it puffs out its chest, earning a soft laugh from her. Somehow it seems to able to understand her, making her curious as to how it can. Still, she gives its head a light pet before taking the note and reading the contents within.

Some more curiosity as she sees it's not with the usual pen but with something else. An element she actually recognizes somewhat since her distant cousin has an extreme like for art. Though charcoal isn't something Naminé uses often, she has seen the other use it, and this looks similar.

What could he have been doing with charcoal-?

She takes up a pen and parchment before making her way to the window and gazing up at the stars, spotting the three and smiling,knowing that at least in this way they can be connected. ]

You've captured my curiosity yet again, it seems.
I wonder what it is that you're working on,
using charcoal as an element.
Art perhaps? Or something else.
You must sate my curiosity now.

[ Wondering what it means about horrible days, she wonders if these have become tough times for him. Are things not well in his lands? Or perhaps it is something else entirely. As much as she wishes to ask, it's not her place to. ]

But I shall do my best
to have you continue to smile.
After all, you do so well to make me.

- Roxene

[ Glancing over to the owl, she decides to send it off in the morning, giving it the rest it deserves. Noticing the slight twitch of its wing, she makes her way over, wondering if it got hurt. Though knowing nothing of animals and certainly not knowing how to tend to possible injuries, she can only help a spell will work.

A green glow and the power of a Curaga washes over the owl.

Although not the best with spells, she can do that much, her mother demanding that she learn the curative spell correctly at the very least. ]

Rest. You can head out in the morning, if you still want to.

[ The owl gives a soft hoot before making itself comfortable in her room. And she follows suit, blowing out the lanterns, the last sight being the stars in the sky.

In the morning, the owl had taken off, note clutched tightly in its beak. ]

[curepotion]

[ Riku awakens to the owl perched on his bedside table, waiting for his awakening.

... oh. had she awaken earlier than he had? it was a Saturday--a saint's day, no one was awake before eleven today. in his house, anyway. he supposed, with a frown, that there were no days taken off at the castle. he wondered how Roxene dealt with that...

either way, he gently took the note out of its beak and opened it.

his breath caught as he read over her words, heart hammering in his chest. how could he tell her the true reason behind his using charcoal? he couldn't tell her that he was marking hems and holes like a common tailor. she wouldn't look at him the same. he'd sound like a simple commoner, and though Riku had no problem with that, common people weren't explicitly allowed into the castle and allowed to train with her Highness. he looked towards the owl with pleading eyes. ]

What am I supposed to tell her?

[ art? he couldn't draw. if he lied and said that he could draw, and then she asked to see his artwork... that'd be the end of it, right there. lying wasn't the answer. but if he told the truth... he ran a hand through his hair, stomach twisting.

he let the note sit until he made breakfast for his stepbrothers and stepmother. he tried to think of other things charcoal was used for, distracted suddenly. he accidentally cut his finger, and had to start over on a scramble.

not hungry out of nervousness, he sat on the edge of his bed, glancing towards the small window that let in a picturesque view of horizon, the castle gleaming in morning dew and sunlight. what could he... say? what could he say but the truth, really? he looked towards the snowy owl and sighed softly, brushing his feathers down. the plate he's left out for the owl to eat its breakfast is half empty now; he can start writing. ]

I must confess,
I did not think you would ask.
It is an embarrassing trait of me to admit,
but I tailor and tend to the clothes I've worn,
as well as the clothes my family wears.
It is a skill I've grown to be quite advanced in.

[ he sighed.

there, it was on ink.

he couldn't wish it away. ]

I thank you, once again.
It seems I cannot stop thanking you.

- Farrell

[ he lets the owl pluck it from his fingers with its beak, and soar off on its own prerogative.

that owl really is lively. he glances back towards the plate, and then the window, wondering just now--he regrets not wondering earlier--if it has a name. ]

[dualstance]

[ It's very rare for a day of rest within the castle, usually there is something being done in some manner of fashion. Whether it being training sessions or preparing for another gathering or just simple maintenance about the grounds, the servants are normally never without something to do. That's not to say that those of higher position aren't doing any less either.

Things that hadn't gotten to be done is made up on this day, albeit slightly more lazy than normal. Though those with nothing to do spend it relaxing in however manner they please, varying it from person to person.

Roxene herself debates on what she should do during this day, half wondering if she should remain within the castle in case of a missive arriving for her from the snowy owl that seems determined to keep the communication going. Or if she should go out riding through the forest, perhaps to that lake where she heard the singing? Though there is small chance that she would hear it again, it would still be nice to just sit by the waters and play. There are other choices as well, such as spending some time with those she has not seen in a while or taking a trip through the town dressed down in commoners clothing. However, that latter part doesn't appeal to her as much considering she knows of the rumors floating about her and that mysterious suitor.

Normally she would just ignore such talk but well. Perhaps this time it's best to remain away from the center of the gossip mills.

Just as she continues to ponder on what she should do, the distinct sound of a hoot catches her attention, turning her sights to the skies for the white bird. She holds out her arm for it to land on, a smile gracing her face at the sight of something so familiar now. And also at the thought of another letter from him. ]

You set off fairly early this morning, didn't you.

[ The owl hoots in affirmation and she wonders yet again if it can understand what she's saying all the time.

She makes her way to her desk once more, settling down and letting the owl set off her arm so as to not strain her anymore than necessary. Retrieving the note, she reads it, curiosity lighting her eyes at his words. Of all things she had thought of, that is the last that comes to mind, as she merely thought that he would have others to tend to his clothes should they need mending. But hearing that he does them himself makes her wonder, does he merely do it for his own satisfaction or is there something else about it that she just doesn't see?

As much as she would like to question about it, a feeling tells her it's alright not to. ]

It's curious to learn of that,
as I had not expected it at all.
However, it's a good trait to have
and it shows character about you.
I admit that I do not know how to do that myself.
Perhaps you'd be willing to teach me?

[ It probably won't be surprising that she does not know the intricacies of the needle and thread considering her status; however, admitting that she does not know something is rare. It's admitting a weakness about herself and appearing weak in any fashion never sits well with her. ]

There is no thanks needed.
Just the continuance of a smile
is enough for me.

- Roxene

[ Despite not being able to see it, she can feel it with his words, when they are light and happy versus sad and heavy. And if she is capable of making his days just a touch brighter, then she will do her best to continue so. She may not be the best with words, but at the very least her words are honest and true.

Turning to the owl who had been watching her the entire time, she gives a smile while petting its head. ]

I wish I knew your name so that I may call you by that. You've been very helpful these days.

[ An affectionate nip to her hand, yellow eyes looking right into her blue ones, almost as if the owl wishes to speak to her in some way. But that's silly, isn't it? There's no way for it to speak with her.

And yet-

Before she could even speak with it some more, the owl takes up her letter and flies out the window.

Watching it until it disappears from sight, she debates again what to do with her day. ]

[curepotion]

[ his stepbrothers and stepmother left without much word. they would be out for most of the day; each with their own affairs to tend to. the house was clean for the most part, and Riku had nothing to do, nor could he go anywhere. trapped in this little house, again. hopefully thieves didn't think to stop by, or he'd have to do something a little more drastic.

instead of reading, he chooses to take care of the collection of antiques his father had collected on his travels, looks towards the collection his mother had put together as well. he polishes the bow she used to carry with fondness, feeling distinctly guilty that he let it be tarnished in the years that'd gone by. his wounds from his parent's passing has not yet healed, no... but he's starting to accept it as truth, no matter how many times he finds himself waking from nightmares of their sorrowful souls. they are happy, together, in the afterlife.

of that, Riku is sure.

he's surprised to see the owl coming back so soon, moving onto the quiver. it flies straight towards him from the kitchen, like its senses have already been attuned to him. instead of perching on his shoulder or arm, it perches on the piano and sets down the note on the keys, hoots, and stays quiet.

Riku can't help but be amused. ]

You need a name. I can't just call you 'owl'...

[ but he didn't even know the owl's gender. so, a unisex name?

--he was going to think too hard on this. he takes great care to rub his polish-stained hands on his cleaning clothes, not willing to go through a question of why the letter smells so strongly of polish. ]

You would like to learn?
Tailoring is very time-consuming.
I imagine you have other
points of interest to explore...
But if that is your wish,
I would be glad to teach.

Then I will continue to smile.

- Farrell

[ he looks about the room, and feels a smile lightning his face.

yes, he could continue to smile for her. ]

[dualstance]

[ Venturing out of the castle is something she does with particular fondness, especially visiting of places she has taking a liking to. They offer her some bit of solace and peace, being away from the bustle of the palace and having to deal with various affairs, some important and others not so much. At times she might be accompanied by her bodyguard or brother, cousins looking for an adventure or just wanting to spend time with her with lack of a chance to before. But this time, she goes out alone, gathering a few extra things than her usual, a destination in mind as she has only been there once, stumbling upon it on accident.

The lake that she had somehow found is beautiful, the waters tranquil with little disturbing the surface save for the occasional fish appearing, only to disappear seconds later. Settling on the large rocks, feet dipped past the surface, she can't help the small smile at the utter peace she feels from being here. A part of her wonders why she hasn't ventured out here again before but a voice easily tells her why- duties to the castle come first before personal pleasure. And coming to a place that no one else seems to know about, it would be difficult for messengers to reach her should there be an emergency of some sort.

Still, she makes note to herself to come here as often as she is able. If not for the quiet afforded but for the off chance of hearing that voice again. A slim chance but a chance nonetheless.

It's not long before she takes out her flute and begins to play like that day seemingly so long ago, the notes carrying over the waters and filling the whole area. The melody of that song still rings in her head and she adjusts the notes to mimic it flawlessly. Perhaps if it carries far enough, it'll bring the singer back to the lake.

So lost in her playing that she doesn't notice the owl until it nips at her leg, making her stop abruptly. ]

Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't.. know you were there.

[ Somehow the owl manages to give her a certain that causes her to laugh before apologizing again. Although she is surprised that the bird somehow found her in this place, believing that it would just wait for her return to the castle. But something about the owl makes her believe otherwise. An instinct that she cannot explain.

Fortunate for her, she did think to bring parchment and pen, on the off chance that this may happen. ]

The main points of interest I have
involve sword technique and spells.
I believe it is time I learn some variety.
Although I do play an instrument,
so perhaps that's something different.
How about yourself?

[ It's almost embarrassing to be admitting such things, that as a lady she prefers mastering the sword as opposed to doing things that normal women learn at young ages. Though perhaps she cannot be considered normal in this regard. Beginning to train at a young age, there had been no time for anything else.

Despite that, she does not mind admitting to such faults as he had given a confession of his own. ]

Then as long as you smile
I shall as well.

- Roxene

[ Looking to the owl who had taken the time to hunt and finishing its well deserved meal, she sets the letter to the side for whenever it is ready to take off again. ]

We really should give you a name.

[ However, it seems that any fitting names eludes her the more she thinks about. If that's the case, then she shouldn't think about it, right? She takes up her flute again, hoping that it will make the process easier.

She doesn't notice when the owl leaves with her letter clutched tightly in its claws. ]

[curepotion]

[ the trouble with expensive mansions was that thieves liked to pilfer. and with no one out and about outside, it was easy to mistake a house that was occupied with one that was unoccupied--thankfully, Riku's gotten better at shooing them away with sword in hand.

he still sustains bruises and his head spins from being slammed into a wall, however. resting on the stairs outside, he's not surprised to see that the owl swoops down and perches on the mailbox, and then hops over.

he smiles lightly at it; vaguely accomplished. ]

I've been thinking, what about Highwind?

[ it's an excuse to speak and try not to sound as worn as he is. ] It's a noble name, isn't it? Airships, and you're an owl...

[ a quiet hoot, however, makes the facade slip away. he takes the note as it's dropped into his palm, and reads. he can't reply right away--he waits for a good moment, mulling over her words (more like smiling in an utterly lovestruck manner, so much so that it hurt his face) before he goes back inside and leaves the door open for the owl to hop with him. he retreats to the kitchen, taking out a will that he usually writes ingredients on and writes. ]

Sword technique and spells
are something I've left gather dust.
I admire your discipline.
What kind of instrument?
Surely one that sounds pleasant to the ear.
As for myself

[ he stops. and sighs softly, brushes a hand through his hair.

hobbies? skills? he leans his head back and tries to think. well, she knows he tailors already... ]

I've found I have tremendous skill in the kitchen,
and although I find myself
carrying a tune on my own lips,
I wonder if I hold correct notes well.
Perhaps a duet is in order.

- Farrell

[ before he can come back with the owl's (Highwind's?) food, he's already taken off. ]

That owl...

[dualstance]

[ Having received a missive from the castle, Roxene had been prepared to return to the castle as it seems she has an appointment with their healer and mage, Aerith. Or rather it would be accurate to say that her presence is requested by the gentle yet fun-loving woman for some afternoon tea. It's fairly rare that Aerith would call on her outside of necessity, so it's with some wonder as to why the summons. And because it's so rare, it is not something she can simply ignore.

Packing up the few things she had brought with her, she is almost ready to go when the owl returns sooner than she expects. ]

A swift one, aren't you. I bet you could compete with even Uncle Cid's airships...

[ A hoot of pride brings a small laugh from her lips, clearly seeing the slight puff of its chest. And then a sudden thought. One that she should have thought of beforehand. ]

Then I doubt he would be offended if you take his name as well. Highwind, just like my father as well.

[ The owl nudges her hand, as if agreeing to a name before gesturing to the note that he had carried from wherever the giver had been. She pets it (him?), giving to indulgence considering how much the owl has been helping them, before taking up the note and reading its contents. And again, he never ceases to surprise her.

In a second of amusement, it almost seems like Mera Farrell would make the perfect housewife, what with being skilled in tailoring and knowing his way about the kitchen. Quite the opposite of her, really, as she has no such skill in either way like he seems to have. The image of him in one of those frilly aprons that those at the castle wear is rather funny and she can't help the small laugh from it. But then she has to wonder just why it is that he's skilled in such areas when it's clear that he had an interest with the sword. Perhaps something happened that prevents him so, a lack of teacher maybe? Or something else?

Whichever the case, she can't bring herself to ask so as to not bring about sad memories. Maybe one day, when they are face to face and there is more sincerity. But for now, she will bask in the honesty and trust he is giving to her by admitting such things. ]

I play a wooden flute,
crafted and taught by my father.
I dare not say I am a better player
but I do practice as often as I am able.
Perhaps a duet is in order
as I don't doubt your own ability.

[ Thinking about a possible duet, she wonders if he could have possibly been the singer from before?

If so, then they've performed the most beautiful duet together already. It's a far-fetched possibility, but one nonetheless. ]

It sounds like you've many hidden talents.
Maybe one day you'll let me indulge
in a few of those.
Something made by your hands,
I don't doubt there is much care
and thought placed into them.
It's something that is envied.

- Roxene

[ Glancing at the owl that had been sitting patiently by her side, she gives his head another ruffle. ]

I envy you too, you know.

[ Highwind hoots softly, leaning into her caresses before giving her finger a light, affectionate nip. He looks to the note in her hand before meeting her eyes, only to go back to the note. Another hoot as he gestures to her hand.

Getting the idea, she holds it out to him, which he takes before flying off. ]

Now to meet with Lady Aerith..

[curepotion]

[ an afternoon nap sounded good after he wrapped his injuries.

after all, no one was coming back until late if everything went well. this just meant that for once, Riku could curl up in the laundry room, surrounded by old fabrics and a light, soft breeze from an open window, and nap peacefully in a small nook that hid him perfectly from sight. if robbers came back, they'd rob the place blind while not even noticing Riku.

Riku was quite sure that no one could get through the barrier he'd put up, though, so he didn't worry.

not until he heard a hoot and looked up towards the window. ]

Highwind.

[ the owl ruffled its feathers proudly and hopped onto Riku's head--he chuckled quietly and offered his arm instead, the bird flapping a few times before stabilizing and setting the letter that'd been in his beak into his hand.

he almost laughs aloud when he reads; it's funny, it's embarrassing, how warm his chest gets when he reads her scripted words. he tries not to think too much about her father--

he remembers Kain vividly. whenever Kain was around, his father had a way of being exceptionally upbeat, keeping a smile on his face because Kain tended to be completely stoic. those were some of the happiest times... for a few minutes, he doesn't know how to respond.

she's too kind.

perhaps it's the day... the exceptionally dreary day with wounds and blood, that makes his burden feel much, much more than it actually was. days like this never turned out well. ]

If you ask it of me,
I will fashion whatever
dish you would like.

Perhaps your music, too
would lift my heavy heart.
Thank you for your words.

[ ... should he stop writing, now? for good?

he has the sinking feeling that something big is happening, especially with the thieves being numerous as of lately. ]

Please, take care.

- Farrell

[ he holds the letter to his chest, against his heart, and then looks at Highwind.

he hoots impatiently and clacks his beak--Riku runs a hand through his feathers, scratching at the back of his head idly. ]

I think you deserve a break. Or a nap.

[ he lets the owl sleep for a good hour--Highwind spreads out his wings around his shoulders like he's a blanket for Riku, and he closes his eyes, though he keeps an eye open.

an hour is all Highwind will take; once it's up he's back to giving a rather demanding hoot. ]

You're way too impatient for a messenger.

... once you come back, I'll give you a whole fish for your trouble.

[ --that makes him even quicker to snatch the note and fly off. ]

[dualstance]

[ It's not until well after the dinner hour that she's able to return to her rooms, having spent all of the afternoon with Lady Aerith and speaking about the future of the kingdom. Particularly, her involvement with it. Although the conversation started out pleasant, by the time she had left, she's retained something life altering.

She would need to find a king at the upcoming suitor's ball.

The thought would normally excite a young girl- finding a man to marry and spend the rest of their lives blissfully happy. However, the mere thought freezes her with uncertainty, not knowing how she'll even be able to choose a person among dozens. So many people vying for her attention, so many promises of an ever after and yet she can't even think to do give any one of them that same promise.

Except-

After all this time, she still thinks of him. The lost boy who'd been a good friend to her, understanding and accepting. The one that somehow got away from all this.

But then again, there is someone else. Someone who feels eerily familiar that she almost wants to say it's him. That he'd been found finally after all these years. Unfortunately, she doesn't have all the proof yet. Though Lady Aerith did have a knowing smile in parting...

A sigh escapes her as she returns to her room, only for the tiredness to disappear for a few seconds at the sight of Highwind waiting patiently for her at the window sill. He greets her with a hoot, flapping his wings so that her attention is solely on him, which earns a small laugh from her. Truly this owl is remarkable in his own right and she has to wonder again how special he is. ]

I apologize for keeping you so long.

[ Ruffling his feathers, he nips her fingers when she makes to stroke his head, nudging her to the letter instead. Now that she's here, he seems a little impatient and unbeknownst to, wishes to get that prize promised to him from her future intended. Never mind that she has yet to realize it.

Taking up the letter and reading its contents, Roxene can't help the silly smile gracing her face. With her earlier thoughts of that lost boy, she can't help but wonder. There are some similarities, certainly, and Mera Farrell hasn't been known until that one meeting at the gala not too long ago. It's a slim chance but one she wants to believe in. Perhaps she should have confided in Lady Aerith about this as well. Maybe tomorrow, before the upcoming events begin to take over her time. ]

I look forward to the day
when both of our hearts can be lifted.
It seems that they can be eased
simply from each other.

The days to come shall be busy,
as a most important ball will be hosted here.
I sincerely hope to see you there.

And you as well, my good lord.

- Roxene

[ She didn't know when she would be able to reply next, knowing that the days to come will be laden with preparations and more lessons from her mother about the kingdom. Hopefully he will not be discouraged by the finality in her words of this letter and that she will meet him again soon. So much hope.

Bringing the parchment to her lips, brushing the paper as if leaving a kiss, she folds it up and holds it out for Highwind to take. She smiles with fondness. ]

It seems like this is the last we'll meet. I do hope you take care of yourself from now on.

[ The owl nuzzles against her in return fondness before taking the note and flying through the darkening sky. ]

[curepotion]

[ there's a certain clamor in the kitchen; it seems there's a rat.

Riku's well aware there are no rats in the house, but both his stepmother and Reno both seem to agree they saw a peck of black fur scurry back into the wall. Riku just scowled at both of them and prepared dinner with the ingredients they'd brought back, the salted meat that he kept, and the bread he'd made early on in the day. as soon as they're out of his sight and out of the kitchen, he closes the wide doors and shuts them out, opening his windows in anxious wait for Highwind's return.

it's halfway through preparations that he does return, and Riku has to hand it to the owl: he's persistent. and polite, despite his impatience--he doesn't wander over to the food, but glides over to the far end of the table, sets the note before him, and gives a pleasant hoot. ]

Hold on.

[ he stirs the soup three times before he goes back to the icebox, taking out a fresh fish and setting it down outside, in the small flower box that hangs from the window.

he takes a moment to check the pots and oven before he sits down to read.

ah... he knew something like this was coming. it'd been in the air.

but he'd have to find out about this 'ball', now, even if he probably wouldn't be able to go. he hesitates, looks at Highwind, and wonders if he should pen a note to reply. he seems to be enjoying his dinner, after all--is there really a need? ...

maybe it's best to let it go for now. it's unlikely he'll make it to the ball, being cornered like this. he'll keep an ear for news, to see why this ball is so important--it's none of the noble's birthdays, he knows that.

either way... now may be a good time to let go and slink back into the shadows, unless it really calls his attention.

maybe once his punishment is lightened, he can go to another ball and see her again, dance around the ballroom with his hand on her waist. he can hope, at least. he folds her letter to him carefully and tucks it away with his journal for safekeeping, and goes to the window. it's dark now. he can see all the shining stars, and he lets his gaze linger on the constellation they'd agreed on beforehand.

and then he pulls back, going to finish dinner. Highwind, at least, should have two places to stay. though the owl hoots at him with impatience, he only says: ]

She's busy right now. I'll wait until I hear about the ball, and then I'll send something.

If you want to visit her, go. I'm not stopping you.

[ Highwind, of course, ruffles his feathers in a grudgingly accepting way.

he'll return to Roxene in the morning, maybe. with no news, but a nip for good luck.

he'll just keep an eye on these two. ]