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She could only smile and nod in his response to her helping him prevent a rainbow mess from his laundry. Her personage moved to another machine putting her whites and colors being only a few that their was in the machine. Adding her quarters and slipping in soap before starting everything. Her arms slid behind her pulling her body upon the washer listening to him and watching his movement for a moment. Clearly he had more black then anything, must have been a rich kid thing to wear one of a certain color. Knowing his stasis in society was impossible, knowing he had money was another thing. While she was here on a scholarship, he most likely got in for having the money to pay for such a high end college. "I can't expect a rich kid to know how to wash clothes no would I?" She asked almost in a teasing tone as she smiled at him softly. If he didn't find that his lack of knowledge to how to wash close wasn't obvious she wondered what else did that was completely wrong in the 'commoners' world. Her thoughts could only trail on so long that she would find her self laughing in her head. Crystals lightened up as she brought her attention back to him. Owing her? What could he possible do that she could not do herself. Besides having a nice home cooked meal rather then cafe food. She only shrugged and smacked her rose tinted lips. "Owe me? No thanks. I do not need it." She continued finding herself lost in his eyes for a second. "Claire Farron" She replied giving her name any how. "Third year student here. Literature Scholar" She continued with a bit more information then needed. Probably something he was curious about and defiantly something she was curious to know about him. Being one who didn't talk much, having him get so much as two words out of her was lucky. He made her spark an interest in him and that was something not many people had done.

Dirty Laundry || AU w/ lumiereeternite

The finger coming into his view, his eyes followed up the arm to the face of its owner.  When he saw her, the only word that could form in his mind was “beautiful.”  Aside from that, hers was also a new face to him.  The campus was pretty huge, but he couldn’t believe he’d never noticed her before.  She wasn’t exactly the kind of person that blended in to the crowd.  After keeping his eyes on her for what he realized might have been a second too long, he quickly turned his attention back to the dial she had pointed to.  Hearing what would happen to his clothes if he stuffed them all in as he had, his face turned red in embarrassment.  "Oh.  Thanks."  He stood up straight and retrieved his clothes from the machine, feeling like a complete idiot.

"That obvious, huh?" he said, letting out a nervous chuckle.  He began separating his clothes, like she’d advised.  Blacks went in one pile (that quickly became the biggest), whites in another (mostly t-shirts, socks, and boxers, which he felt a little awkward sorting in front of her), and colors in the last (which mainly just consisted of dark blues, and a few button-ups of miscellaneous colors).  Can the color in these really wash out and get mixed up?  Thinking about it now, it made sense.  They were just dyes, after all.  He’d never heard of the colors being affected by the washer, though, since it had never happened.  Man, he really was clueless.  Whoever this girl was, she was a life saver.

Once he’d gotten them separated and one of the piles loaded in, he turned back to her.  "Thanks again.  You probably saved me from a disaster.  I owe you."  Turning back to his machine, he grabbed some of his quarters and inserted them into the slot, then turned the dial she had pointed out earlier.  He should say something more.  He wanted to know more about this person, this gorgeous 

savior who had swooped in and rescued his clothes from certain peril.  Unfortunately, he wasn’t that great at talking to people, let alone girls.  Asking her name would be a good start, and that shouldn’t be too hard.  Noctis looked at the woman once more, and with a shrug and a small smile, said, "Might be easier to repay you if I know your name."

#dirty laundry

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His questions lingered in her head. How could she answer them? She had been stuck in a crystal chamber for years. How many, she did not know exactly. The god told her to help him help her. Exactly how she was not sure. At this point she had no idea what to tell the little prince standing in front of her awestruck by her whole appearance. Perhaps making it up and putting pieces together as time went on would do the trick for now at least.

"Our dreams are connected. You are in mine thus I am in yours." She explained hoping he could follow at least just a bit. "I believe you are special." She responded remembering what the God had said about him. He had a tragic death experience that caused him to see a light. The light of Etro. A light she had only seen in Valhalla, he was special. "You can see it can't you?"  Only now could she help him when his heart needed it the most to keep on a right path. To be a happy child, she had dealt with things like this before. She was older then, the god told her little but it was enough to make due in starting a conversations. Helping him would be the problem and she had to just sit and wait until the time was right.

Never Just Dreams || lumiereeternite

A knight of Etro.  A warrior of the gods.  It seemed close enough to him, but that wasn’t the point.  The point was, why was she here?  He knew he must be dreaming, and he’d heard plenty of bedtime stories of divine figures visiting people in their dreams.  Those people were always special, and usually became part of something great, like some kind of hero.  Could that be true for him?  But he was just a kid.  What could he do?

"Why are you here, in my dreams?" he asked.  "Am I special somehow?"  His voice wavered a little, even as he tried to keep it even.  Though the idea seemed sort of cool, he hoped there was some mistake.  He was only six years old, and he didn’t want to die yet.

Or, what if… what if this had something to do with his mom.  Maybe this knight, or whatever, was offering him a chance.  If he could do what she asks, would she bring her back?  Etro had been the goddess of death, wouldn’t that mean she had the power to reverse death, as well?

#Never just dreams #princelightofthenight

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She could only nod at his response to her question. At least she had not been in the man's way. That was a plus on her side considering the town was a biting one. Not fond of new faces let alone one of a women with 'rare' pink hair.

He caught on fast. Quick with what had been going on with her almost like he was reading her. It was easy to note that she was not sure if they lived in the Kingdom or not now that she went back to trace her words she had spoken. 'It was her next stop' hinting at she had placed she had to search for this person for.

❝That's right.❞

She replied giving his assumption a positive reply.

❝Why is that? Why don't people trust outsiders? Do they not have tourist?❞

She had to ask. Not being one for questions she sure had a lot. Something peaked her interest and she had let her mouth run with out a filter for the first time. The new world was getting to her and her past self was dying without her knowing.

❝I do not want to impose❞

Wonderful New World || Noctycaelum

Noctis shook his head ‘no’ in response to her question. He was curious as to whom she was looking for, but felt it was none of his business and that it would be rude to pry into her personal life.

He couldn’t help but find her smile astounding. There was something about her that made him feel like he could talk to her easily. But since he had been thinking of his friends moments ago, he assumed that had to do with his line of thinking.

"And… you are not sure if this person resides in this Kingdom or not?"

He questioned and then continued to say,

"I am not surprised you were turned away. With things the way they are now, people are not very trusting of outsiders."

He felt for her having come such a long way from her home with no place to stay. It didn’t seem she was scared, but rather that she was frustrated. As she had the right to be.

"If you need a place to stay, we have more than enough rooms."

#wonderful new world #noctycaelum

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{ϟ}—"Nothing Doctor Farron can't handle. Peanut butter and jelly would be nice."

"I’d say the same, but you’re in pain.  So what kind of sandwich?"

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{ϟ}—"Well it is what I need. Nice to see you back Caelum."

"Well that was specific."

#ah i see

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{ϟ}—"An Advil, grape juice and a sandwich is what I need."

"Might wanna lie down."

#you do not know what

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{ϟ}--"My head is aching."

#New!world #open

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Castle AU Scenario

Castle and Beckett and baby’s first Thanksgiving.

#musing

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Castle AU Scenario

Castle and Beckett’s Hamptons vacation with their baby boy.

#musing

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Castle AU Scenario

Castle and Beckett welcome their newborn baby boy.

#musing

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Castle AU Scenario

Beckett tells Castle she’s pregnant on Christmas. 

#musing

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Castle AU Scenario

Castle and Beckett honeymoon in Paris.

#more like moving to paris from lucis #musing

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Send a "Will you bear my children?" to see my muse's reaction.

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Bored

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Light as always her load was nothing but a white laundry basket. Well of course the women kept track of how much laundry she had make sure not to go to the last day where she had nothing at all.

Being at the school for the last two years the scholar had figured out her schedule including her days to do laundry and still have time to study. Doing such task came easy as it was one of many chores she had done around her house when she had to care for her younger sister. Life was easy to transfer over to from high school to college life. It was all the same minus taking care of her sister or dealing with bullies. She had done everything for herself and her younger sister since she was fifteen. This was just living life now rather then caring for someone she was doing everything for herself. The only probably with living alone for the young women was cooking for herself. She managed to burn the bottom of nearly every pot and pan she had the first time she tried till deciding to give up and just eat at the cafeteria every night. Luckily for her, she made a deal with the chief and vegetarian meals were easier for the cook.

Setting her basket down the roseate about to start separating her clothes took a quick glance at the man she had never seen in the dorm laundry room only to chuckle softly under her breath and talking over to him. An appendage extended and pointed to a dial. "That one starts it" Her eyes glanced at the pile of clothes in the machine and a brow rose turning back to the man. Obviously he was clueless about laundry, it was either that or he purposely wanted to change the colors of his clothes. With a soft sigh the women shook her head. "You have to separate your clothes unless you want a big blob of colored clothes and messed up whites you know?" She continued moving away from the machine just a bit to let him remove all the clothes from it. "You do not know much about laundry do you?" She asked one last time before becoming silent.

Dirty Laundry || AU w/ lumiereeternite

His laundry bag felt like he was hauling a corpse.  Of course, that may have something to do with the fact that he waited until the absolute last minute.

In his defense, Noctis had a good reason not to do his laundry besides just being a male college student in his twenties.  He had grown up in a very rich family— servants, big house, everything he ever wanted, the whole nine yards.  Most people would kill for his life, but he had hated it.  He hated not being able to do things for himself or make his own choices.  Everything was planned out for him, done for him, decided for him.  It’s why he had chosen to go to college in the first place.  Here, he could make his own choices, be independent, live his own life.  Except, there was one problem.  All his life, he’d had maids to clean up after him, so, of course, he’d never done laundry a day in his life.  And, somehow, he hadn’t thought to ask before leaving to a university halfway across the country.

He hefted his bag onto the top of the row of washers and opened it up.  The stench of some of his older clothes practically hit him in the face and made him cough.  With a sigh, he pulled out about half of the bag’s contents, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a hand-full of quarters, setting them a couple feet from the pile.  Okay… how did this thing work?  Choosing one of the machines, he opened the lid.  Well, that was easy.  He then tossed the pile into the mouth of the washer, one fist-full of clothing after the other.  Machine open, clothes inside.  He was halfway there, or at least he thought.  Now, how did he turn this thing on?  And shouldn’t there be some kind of soap, or was that already in the machine?  He closed the lid, leaned his arms against the edge of the washer, shifted his weight to one leg, and stared intently at the buttons and dials on the front.  He had no idea which buttons to push and which settings to choose.  The only thing he could figure out was where to put the coins.

#dirty laundry #princelightofthenight

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#i do not even know why i came on here #the people that are annoying me on my other blog follow me here to #open