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.::AU::. RAGMIC Drabbles"What is that that you're drawing, Cheyenne?" Arthur peeked over the girl's shoulder, who was currently sketching a drawing in her notebook.
Cheyenne immediately turned bright red and pressed the notebook to her chest, looking forward to avoid eye contact with the man behind her. "N-Nothing!"
Arthur eyed her with an intrigued look before sighing and sitting down beside her. He turned his head to look at her face, smiling to himself as he did so. "You know, if your drawings are that private, you could always tell me to stop peeking over your shoulder."
"W-Well " Cheyenne was speechless; Arthur was right, once again. With a sigh, she pulled the notebook from her chest and looked down at the drawing with a small smile, her cheeks still tinted slightly red. " I was actually planning on showing you this one. It's one of the pictures I've worked really hard on, and I'm actually quite proud with this." She averted her eyes towards the British man beside her, whose eyebrows were rais
AU!AU - Elbrus Academy"Stop that, Allison."
"What?" I looked towards my brother, surprise etched all over my face. "What'd I do this time?"
"if you're going to be listening to music all through the entrance ceremony, then at least don't let the whole room be aware of it by dancing in your seat!"
Sticking out my tongue at Arthur, I put my headphones back into my ear and continued listening.
Elbrus Academy. What a prestigious name, one would think. A secluded, private academy tucked away in the depths of the nation, meant for only the elite. The general population may never have even heard of it but for those who managed to enter the Academy, it was a matter of prestige and pride. The Academy provided it's students with luxury and comfort par excellence, in return jus expecting their students to be some of the best once they graduate out from it and hopefully continue to fund the school later on (something which was done by all, till date).
No one would have ever thought that this private academy was made for
AU!AU - Elbrus Academy 2"You'd think that a damned filthy rich place like this would have its amenities," I muttered to myself, much to Arthur's amusement, it seemed.
"This isn't a finishing school, or the like, dear sister," I could hear the smile in his voice. "We do indeed have to put in some effort of our own."
"You're just happy to see me, aren't you?" I turned towards him, a questioning smile playing on my lips. "The last time you were this happy was when your team had beat Francis' during Sports Day some three years ago."
It seemed that maybe I'd touched some sensitive topic, as the smile from Arthur's face completely vanished. "Talking about Francis...he's here too, remember?"
"Ah, the Bonnefoys - yeah, I do remember...mainly art heists, if I'm not mistaken." I remembered how their family had somewhat of a reputation of being involved in most of the major art forgeries and thefts in history.
"Yes, however," Arthur paused, as if to recall information. "Francis' studying to be more in line with an indiv
EdMar - I Do"Marry me."
It was...sudden, to say the least yet there was no hint of surprise or shock on Marisol's face. On the contrary, a small smile spread out on her face, as she looked at the man kneeling in front of her desk. She slowly looked towards the window and getting up from her seat, opened the blinds in one fluid movement. The staff of the monthly anthology that she was the editor of stared on in surprise, confronted by the unexpected scene of having the head of the IT department of the company on his knees in front of the editor of one of the most precious anthologies of all time.
"Say it again." Marisol's words weren't malicious or joyous. They were more like a statement, above all. A simple, unaffected statement, said with complete sincerity.
Eduard gulped slightly, before using the back of his hand to nudge up his glasses. He'd made up his mind earlier to ask his long-time girlfriend straight out to marry him Eduard knew that she didn't appreciate gimmicks or
RussLyn Headcanons*NOTE A LOT OF THIS STUFF WAS STOLEN FROM RPS WITH ~Isa-chan16*
~Lyn and Ivan actually met in college in a class studying the world views on World War II
~Both of them share a strong love for sunflowers
~Lyn has a strong, undying love for strawberries and Ivan teases her a little about this
~Ivan's father in the AU is General Winter. Ivan absolutely hates him and whenever he comes around things become awkward and tense
~Lyn is absolutely obsessed with Harvest Moon: Grand Bazaar and has married Ivan in that game multiple times; Ivan tends to tease her about this as well
~Knowing that Lyn is absolutely obsessed with Harvest Moon, Ivan proposed to her using a blue feather
~Shortly out of college, Lyn became pregnant with their first child, Aleksandr.
~After finding out she was pregnant, she and Ivan moved to Russia where they stayed for sometime
~Since Alek is half Russian he was very big baby which caused a lot of back aches for Lyn
~Ivan had a small stuffed animal yak and when Alek was
EdMar HeadcanonsEdMar headcanons
1. They met in high school, when Marisol was in 10th grade and Eduard was in 11th. At the time, Marisol was still involved with Ivan, though she was unhappy with him.
2. Eduard and Berwald get along very well contrary to what one might expect. Berwald likes Eduard's nerdy and computer-esque personality opposed to Ivan's and the others' brute-force concepts.
3. Ed and Marisol once went on vacation together; when Eduard told his family of Marisol and Berwald's plight, they were quickly invited to accompany the von Bock's to the shore. Marisol immediately agreed as she hadn't been on vacation in nearly five years; Berwald was a little more hesitant but agreed eventually.
4. Marisol and Eduard often spend their time watching local high school athletics; they've attended baseball, basketball, hockey, and volleyball matches together.
5. Though Eduard is not big on it, Marisol loves double and group dates. They have no particular pair t
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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