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A sigh and then the harshness of her daughter’s features - the frown between her brows, the flare in her nostrils - smooths into the placid countenance of a perfect Elven princess.
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Leon's not nearly as stealthy with his gift— Ada's always respected her privacy, and he's not about to go crossing boundaries he doesn't have clearance for. 'Ha. how many times has she told me to stop sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong...'
Instead, he places it in front of her door, quickly knocking before disappearing around a corner. There’s a small basket, containing a few brilliant red roses, some assorted cakes and chocolates from a local bakery, and a small wrapped box. The note reads:
“I owe you my life about a million times over – well. As if I wouldn’t have given it to you freely at this point. As far as I’m concerned, it’s already yours. It’s good to see you happy, Ada. Your smile is something I’ve really come to treasure, after all. I hope you can save some happy memories with this. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
- Leon
The box contains a small digital camera! A post-it note on the front reads ‘P.S.—if you end up using this for espionage, I picked one with a good long-range lens. Trying to think ahead.’
visitors were few and far between for the woman, but it is not something she cares to worry about. it was a rarity to find her in one place, after all, let alone her assigned residence. she preferred to keep herself busy, but without the organization assigning her a new mission.....well, she had some free time on hand to do with as she pleased. the knock on Ada's door is what draws her from the book within her grasp, gaze landing on the door.
it's a habit, one hard to break. there is nothing that signifies a threat yet she reaches for one of the numerous handguns kept around the home, checking the safety before approaching the door with caution. a quick peek through the curtains of the window next to the door showed nothing more than those continuing about their day. still, as a precaution, she tucks the gun within the back of her belt before opening the door. as suspected, there's nobody there, but a glance down says enough for Ada to put together just who decided to knock and then vanish.
only one person would do this on valentine's day, of all things.
he must have gotten his gift, if one could call it that, but that's how she has always left him something-- never in person, always long gone by the time it is found. kneeling down, she takes note of the numerous confectionaries, chalking it up to him not knowing her favorite and just picking whatever he figured she would like. the flowers were a nice touch, something she would place in a vase later on. but what draws her attention is the box and the card attached.
something of a half-chuckle leaves her lips, eyes closing for a moment as she allows herself to smile. oh Leon.... you're too honest for your own good. a trait of his that she found endearing, but also one that showed just what sort of person he was, always willing to go the extra mile to do the right thing, even if it put him at odds with those on the same side as him. when she had said goodbye to him back in Raccoon City, it had been more than just the words of someone who should have died. he need not get himself mixed up with someone like her for reasons they both knew. and yet, every time she found herself caught up in the same mess as him, she found herself unable to truly let him go. to leave him to die, even if it meant another target was painted on her back because of it. secrecy was a part of her life, holding her cards close to her chest, and something she could not set aside so easily. even if it meant lying to him, keeping him in the dark was the one way to keep him relatively out of danger.
but there was no denying the fondness she held for him, one that surpassed something surface level. she knew what it was, has for a long time, but time and circumstances were never on their side. it was better that way but things in this city had been...different. enough to make her question what she never did before.
gathering the basket in her hands, she stands up, turning to head back inside but pauses with one foot in the door. one last glance over her shoulder is given, half expecting to find a head of hair peeking out from behind a tree or the flash of a jacket but nothing catches her eyes. a shame. she'll just have to thank him in person then....eventually.
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Next week I’m starting classes, which means that I’ll be slower than usual. However, I wanted to make use of this and establish a somehow schedule for me to answer thingies here:
✦ Monday → Reserved for miscellany* thingies.
✧ Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday → Thread days.
✦ Wednesday and Friday → Inbox clearing days.
✧ Sunday → Reserved for sinday / soffday.
ᴺᴼᵀᴱ Miscellany can include: munday thingies, headcanon memes, general headcanon posts, lore studies, character studies (pending to finish Lunafreya, Diluc and Childe— feel free to like that post if you’d like one of these too!) and a breakdown of Auguries of Innocence, a poem that Mihoyo is taking great inspiration for plot-related things at large and probably other aspects of Genshin. Should any of this content lack, I’ll default to do random RP replies (see as random either thread or inbox thingies).
As a small disclaimer, there are a few peeps who are either close friends of mine or we plotted consistently. What I mean to say with this is that regardless of the day, if there is that one thread that I want to reply at Sonic speed or that one ask thingy that makes me melt, they’ll be replied anytime no matter the day. Given the few on number these circumstances are, rest assured that what I stated up there as a schedule will be the highlight of each day!
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So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this
Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.
So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"
It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead
Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.
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"oh my god satoru you look so cute here!"
"wait wait wait, don't look at those!"
you were currently holding a picture of satoru in your hands. it's nothing you haven't done before, going to the corner store and flipping through recently printed pictures of you and your friends after waiting a week for them to develop.
but this time you weren't holding snapshots of suguru having permanent marker on his face while sleeping or ridiculous photos of satoru and shoko grabbing onto each others hair, fighting over who gets to get the last snack from their stash. this time you held a photo of satoru, except younger. exponentially younger. as in, you just got your hands on a photo of satoru the moment he was born. literally.
like every other newborn he had that faint pink shade on his soft skin, button nose, and little hands that had the chubbiest of fingers. you swore you fell in love all over again with him.
the grown up version of the baby however did not feel the same. he didn't think a visit to his family's prestigious estate would lead to you seeing the one photo he would rather die than having any one of his friends see. he'd rather have you take a photo of him falling flat on his face on a pile of garbage actually.
how you came across that photo of him, he has no idea. you both were currently residing in his old bedroom, laid down on the old tatami mats that still smelled new. all he remembers is you getting up to look for something within the old cabinets of his room before you exclaimed about your recent discovery.
"oh there's more, lemme see."
"nononononono, no! you've already seen enough!"
satoru tried desperately to snatch the small box of photos that was now on the floor. seriously who put this here?? — maybe his mother heard of how he was bringing you along for the weekend and planted a little surprise for you to find. he was unsuccessful, again, as you seemed to be faster than the strongest now since the box was now sitting on your lap — the stack of photos now in your hands as you flipped through them one by one.
"you used to wear such cute things too! look at that, it's a little onesie with a duck pattern!"
satoru was now internally screaming, his ears blowing out steam now from embarrassment. they must be, since he could feel his face rise in temperature faster than ever, he might even be a new shade of scarlet now. he's resorted now to lying face first on the floor, burying his face in his arms trying to shield himself from your commentary.
he didn't budge when you poked him with your fingers, trying to show him photos of his even younger self. satoru won't deny it, he was cute as a baby. the cutest even (his ego was whispering that) — but to have you witness him in all his newborn glory? that was too much for him. now his image was shattered (the one he created in his head), you won't look at him the same anymore. you'll only think the words cute and adorable, and so on after this. no more comments on how hot he was, how undeniably attractive his smile was.
satoru gojo, was indefinitely, ruined.
that was at least his way of thinking. you were internally dying on the inside.
to think that at such a young age, satoru still held the most striking pair of eyes you've ever seen. even as a baby you could see that he held the heavens and even the depths of hell in them. you can see why many people whispered how his birth had changed everything in the jujutsu world.
but even so, you couldn't bring yourself to care about those old rumors. right now, you were focusing on just how cute he used to look, back when he was just a couple of pounds and was drowning in innocence that any baby had.
"hey satoru?"
"..mm?", well at least you got a reaction.
"who took these photos anyway?"
you had to wait a few seconds until you heard him shuffle, moving on all fours before sitting up and placing himself right next to you. the embarrassment had died down, just a bit. there was still evident pink on his neck, ears, and cheeks.
"it was mostly just my mom and the maids. they were the ones who always dressed me up too."
that made you smile, the image of a fussy satoru not wanting to put baby gloves on with a matching outfit — it was too good not to imagine. a few moments passed before satoru carefully snatched a handful of photos from you. you were about to protest when he began telling you the story behind each of them, or well, the ones he could remember.
maybe you seeing him like that wasn't so bad after all.
p.s., now he's totally gonna send some of these to the group chat. bet he was a cuter looking baby than suguru and shoko anyway.
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