Ayane

@Engetsukashi @fukaiinei @LarkspurWaltz As soon as Emilie held her again, Ayane would lead her to the romantic lesbians wishing to make the fairytale of rabbit and butterfly come to life.

@Engetsukashi @fukaiinei @LarkspurWaltz herself amongst the scarce civilians indulging the night. With how fast she was, no one had noticed her defiance of gravity. Setting Emilie down carefully, she offered her arm for the taking again and pointed at the entrance of Cosmo World. "They're waiting for us, let's go."—

"See ya~!" And off she went; swift as she'd approached. The prowess of a shinobi saw her presence fade within a blink's pass. She'd be yanking @fukaiinei along for the ride; she just had to swipe her before her next class.

@Engetsukashi @fukaiinei @LarkspurWaltz like the one she envied from Homura and Asuka. Ayane herself didn't know that was what she wanted. "Behave around them."

@Engetsukashi @fukaiinei @LarkspurWaltz ferris wheel was calling their names, but she paused atop an office building to make her confession. "Listen, we won't be alone. You'll meet... someone." She couldn't bring herself to say outright she wanted help in making her bond with Emilie deeper; form a true relationship—

@Engetsukashi @fukaiinei @LarkspurWaltz princess Ayane saw her as.

@Engetsukashi @fukaiinei @LarkspurWaltz streets. Even with her hand pocketed, she hadn't minded being clung to– far from it, she enjoyed it enough to briefly grin. "Today's on me, understand? Be lucky I feel like spoiling you." Harsh was her tongue, yet amorous was her proposal. She wanted to treat Emilie like the—

@Engetsukashi @fukaiinei @LarkspurWaltz soul of the woman fated to be her demise. Perhaps then it would be noticed they were matching in jeans and jewelry, with her top being of a soft lilac color. As dictated by her 'girly' heart, she'd gone as far as to match outfits with her future wife.

@Engetsukashi @fukaiinei @LarkspurWaltz Especially when she showed herself as what she was; a sculpture to be praised for centuries to come. Ayane, avoiding to stare too much at whom she longed for, handled over the outfit she'd chosen– a black corset top, ripped denim jeans and studded jewelry that fit the 'punk'—

@Engetsukashi @fukaiinei @LarkspurWaltz and headed to the door. "I'll be picking your outfit." And shut it behind herself without a slam.

@Engetsukashi @fukaiinei @LarkspurWaltz water, but didn't caress beyond the lean upper arms; a tease to Emilie's nerves, the indication indifference for this alabaster Venus had long stopped reigning her. "See you outside." Her whisper caressed the ear of her thorn. Rather than indulge their tension, she pulled back—