She Didn't Have Enough Time To Stop Him Before The Whole Place Drown In Chaos. She Watched All The Drunkards

@sedireadieu Lysandre felt sorry for him as she watched him fight against his drunken state. However, his question sent her back to the starting point and the young woman had to force herself not to frown. Not Asra again... He was away and she didn’t need to remember it. She tried to play it off with a tense smile and a bit of sarcasm, hoping she would be convincing enough.

“You would like that wouldn’t you... No. To be honest, I’m here to have a little fun. What can I say, while the cat's away the mice will play...” She took a breath, leaning a bit on the table, her eyes searching his.

“And you dear Doctor? Are you here to have some fun?” She already knew the real answer. Why was he here? To torture himself... Reflect upon his presumed crimes and drown his sorrows in Salty bitters were his favourite activities. The young woman was fully aware that bringing this up wasn’t the best move but she needed to distract him for a bit. Even when being utterly wasted, he remained very observant. It was indeed impressive but also too dangerous for her current mood. Julian wasn’t a bad person, she was absolutely sure about it and she didn’t want to bring him down with her own silly vexations.

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Her first reflex was to shoot this nuisance a furious stare but, as her eyes set on him, recognition hit her. So when he wasn’t breaking in her shop, he was getting drunk… What an amazing schedule. A sigh escaped her lips as she eyed him disaprovingly.

“Julian… Are you really drunk enough to be unable to recognise me? I was going to tell you I was fine but now I’m offended…”

As much as she wanted to scold him for interrupting her brooding session, her lips curved in a small smile. With a vague movement of her hand, she gestured to a vacant chair near her own.

“You should sit before embarrassing yourself further.”

There was no aggressivity in her tone, only amusement. After all, seeing this supposed murderer tripping over himself wasn’t the most scary of things. Plus, even drunk, he was quite handsome… Not that she would admit it though. Blue eyes checked her drink and she groaned, realizing her glass was nearly empty. Tonight, she definitely needed more to let go of her bitterness towards Asra, to forget her duties towards the countess. Tonight, she wanted to have some fun no matter what.

To put it briefly: yes, yes he was that drunk. He had to narrow his eye to even be able to tell who it was, and surely enough, after his eye had adjusted to the familiar face it was as if the light had finally turned on in his currently vacant brain.

An embarrassed blush crept upon his pale complexion as he fell into the chair vis-a-vis her own, trying to brush the incident off with a smile - although, if one were to look at the way he was swaying, they could tell he was more than a bit tipsy.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite lady!”, he exclaimed and reached to tap her on the shoulder in a friendly manner, although that was all the more giving him motion sickness so he stopped soon after, going back to resting his head in his hands as he was when he was sitting down at his own table.

“Oh, what d’you know…your glass is empty, I don’t have a glass…A fated encounter.”, a cheesy grin appeared on his lips as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. “A couple more over here, if you are so kind!”, he called out for the bartender to bring them another round. Although observing her through a drunken haze, he could still notice that she wasn’t feeling entirely like herself. “Somethin’ bad happen? You’re usually not one to come here. Oho, am I perhaps rubbing off on you?”

When Lysandre had seen how clear the sky was, she had been delighted. It was a perfect occasion to take a breath of fresh air. With a newfound joy, her steps led her to her favourite spot in the city : a quiet garden, far from human's activity. However, she was surprised when she spotted a figure in the distance and hesitated to approach, unsure about the person's identity. She cautiously approached, taking a small breath before greeting them politely. -" Good evening. I don't want to intrude but, would you mind if I sit here for a moment?"

Let's find your muse : ⭐️- Stargazing.

Lyntel sighs, having escaped their business for the day to sneak into one of the gardens of Vesuvia for the night. They watched the stars, enjoying the flask of drink they had brought. They didn’t even turn when they heard footsteps come up from behind them, hoping it was just someone else here to enjoy the stars.

Modern AU. Inspired by this tweet.

Aye aye Captain!

Pirate Mazelinka !

I mean.. captain Mazelinka.

Kneel for me, unknowing fool Kneel for me, unworthy pig

Cat NO likey!

When Julian parted from her, she thought he was going to try running away again and her heart panicked for a moment. It didn't happened. Instead, his hand gripped hers and he led her to the bed, managing to bring a discreet blush to her usually pale complexion, which worsened when she was pulled down to rest against the doctor. However, once his heartbeat reached her ears, everything calmed down and she melt at the sensation of his fingers combing through her hair. It was such a perfect moment she would have given everything she had to make it last for eternity. For once, they would have time to do all the things they couldn't, they would be free... Julian's voice brought her back from her reverie and she listened each of his words carefully, giving him her undivided attention. Lys never dared to interrupt him, not even believing how lucky she was to hear him pouring his heart out with such familiarity. Absentmindedly, her hand came to rest on his chest, caressing it lightly while  lending her ear to the man. However, she soon found herself under the doctor's gaze, his smile melting her heart. How could this man be real?  He may be a self-destructive fool but the apprentice loved him all the same. He was HER self-destructive fool and she would go at the ends of the earth with him, even if she had to steal him from Hell's grasp before. No one would be allowed to stand in between them. Lys wasn't a violent person and she always kept her magic under restrain not to risk hurting someone but if anyone touched her love... She would be merciless. A headache started to show up but was quickly forgotten when she raised her head to meet his lips in a chaste kiss, sweet and loving.

“If you want it so badly then do it. Spend the night with me and leave your worries at the door for the time being. Tomorrow is another day and we'll be able to worry together... But now, try to enjoy what you can have.”

A pale, slender hand brushed his cheek, venturing to his neck, tracing every detail of his skin as if discovering it for the first time. Maybe that wasn't totally wrong... Life hadn't left them much time to bask in each other's presence without being in potential danger. Tonight was a perfect opportunity to tell him everything she felt, to show this tall, dramatic man how loved and desired he really was.

“What do you say about that Julian? Do you want to steal this night for yourself instead of letting it to your doubts and regrets?”

Blue eyes watched him expectantly, full of both hope to spend time with him and fear of seeing him leave once more.  Leaving her behind was Asra's specialty, not Julian's... Right?... Unconsciously, Lys bit her lip, an old habit of hers when anxiety was starting to gnaw her insides.

Tears were staining Lysandre’s shirt as they fell from Julian’s eye. Unrestrained and raw, the act of self-deception was no longer effective in the presence of her soothing demeanor, feeling himself sink into her arms even further, craving her comfort and warmth to the core, it was made obvious from the manner in which he sulked and shook her body with sobbing until it did not hurt anymore. The grieving came to a sudden end and all that could be heard were the soft whines of a desperate man. Nobody else would ever see him like this but her, he wouldn’t open up to this extent even if his life was on the line. If not for her, he would have walked to his death the moment he set foot in this city once more, stupidly so. 

He knew every word she spoke was correct and that by being a scapegoat, he wouldn’t be helping anyone, much less her. This was his reasoning to at least share his mind with her, going against his own cruel and cold dogma of a man trained to feel nothing, to empathize with no one and to keep to himself. Such was the past of the impartial Doctor, whose only purpose was to find a cure for a dangerous illness - you could call it playing God. Maybe the time to face the music was now, with her, not on the gallows with a bunch of people who really wanted him dead.

A sigh and then a tight hug followed just before he parted from her sweet embrace, only to reach for her hand and lead her deeper into Asra’s shop, past the curtains and to the bed, his head turned away from her so she wouldn’t have to see him with a bloodshot eye, sore from bawling. Without courtesy, he simply plopped down onto it and pulled Lys down with him, making her rest her head on top of his chest so she wouldn’t yet see his face, stroking her hair with shaky, slender fingers. A soft voice began to tell a tale of half-truths mixed with genuine feelings, trailing off quietly.

“Must you really share the burden? I’ve been protecting you for so long and now, that I’m so close to the truth…you decide to jump into the lion’s den with me. You’re absolutely insane, you’re…you’re reckless. You have no consideration for yourself…”, his voice was still confused, but far warmer than before, almost as if he was trying to hold back a defeated chuckle.

“I wanted to go to the palace to look for clues…I need to know what happened. I know I’ve got blood on my hands, some way or another…I just hate not knowing.”, he continued, his arm squeezing around her back tightly, possessively. “But now…now I just want to spend the night with you and forget about it. Damn it all, damn it all to hell.”, he ended with slight anger in his tone, not directed towards her but towards the source of his grievances. 

Without another word, Julian untangled his hand from her hair and brought his fingers to his mouth, pulling the glove off with his teeth and spitting it away. She was too dear to him to be touched with something like that in the way. The soft caress of her scalp continued afterwards, life returning to his cheeks little by little when they became a rosy shade of pink. Comfortably, he was brushing her soft hair out of the way to glance at her face and a shy smile appeared on his own.

~ why All Might is crying in a Chili’s ~

Quick sketching during my classes today.  I was listening too, I swear ;)

Immediately relaxed by their attitude, the young woman chuckled too. Definitely, a little bit of company wouldn't hurt after the long day she'd had. It was even refreshing. Having someone near would probably refrain her mind from wandering into gloomy territories. -" Well, I'll accept your invitation without any remorse then." She sat beside them, keeping a respectable distance between them. After all, personnal space was something important and comfortable for most of people. She waited a bit before adding : -" By the way, I'm Lysandre. Nice to meet you." The smile she directed at them was somewhat tired but genuine.

Let's find your muse : ⭐️- Stargazing.

Lyntel sighs, having escaped their business for the day to sneak into one of the gardens of Vesuvia for the night. They watched the stars, enjoying the flask of drink they had brought. They didn’t even turn when they heard footsteps come up from behind them, hoping it was just someone else here to enjoy the stars.