︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝑺INCERELY， 𝑵UEL.

never be the one to deny that he possesses a soft heart, the silver head is—it was the very reason behind his descension, he’s aware—but is being easily swept and fazed by impulsive thoughts under the same cause? it feels way too humane. he doesn’t understand. ／ @LanceOfStrife

and, heaven, he swears it’s not helping. “no, no, you’re ... mistaken. ‘twas nothing. you saw nothing ..., ” he sighed a low murmur. it sounds more like a pitiful plea, one level below whisper, utter resignation lacing the whole stuttered sentence. “stop looking, please.”

can only be heard occasional weak whimpers of complete embarrassment coming from beneath those palms shielding his boiled octopi adjacent mien. a head shake or two slipped in between, hoping the attempt would calm him down. the stare though he still could notice it despite all,

because, how dare he jumped into such conclusion, such idea picturing himself in exactly as you said; playing 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆. “I—” thank God it’s his voice pouring out and not his meal earlier. “—simply wanted ... to help ....” it quiets down eventually. ／ @LanceOfStrife

surely, you didn’t mean it that way and he was just bad at controlling the way his mind works wonder. one thing he failed to consider though is 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 thought may instead bring him the worst degree of embarrassment he would need to turn on his back and hide from you.

first reply—but by the implication that came with it. Nuel can feel the blood rushing through his vein, an ungodly amount specifically harbouring beneath flustered visage. “t-that’s—I—I just—” objection aired albeit pretty much incomplete, cut short with an impromptu lip bite.

catching one particular phrase from the banter was like a strike of lightning on a broad daylight for the radiant sunshine made flesh. not perplexed per se, not by the word itself as you might reckon with the panicked apology at the end—he hasn’t finished processing past your *

silent murmur, worry is awfully apparent on the gentle countenance, yet stuck in his throat it is alongside this bitter hesitation. both only managed to come out as a heavy sigh. the question pulled him back within seconds. “yes?” rapid blink. “I mean—what?” ／ @LanceOfStrife

he went straight to grab a fibre cloth from a random drawer heaven knows since when did he memorize the information. he promptly wet it under running tap water, brought to wipe the wooden surface it goes. “mm, I assumed that part is something you’d give a second thought too.”

cloud veiled head turned left and right on repeat, eyes squinted, assessing carefully the state of the room. to be honest, it’s not that bad, the man noted; inches off misaligned couch and small coffee table aside, the countertops aren’t so dirty, just got a little bit of dust.

( * ) yang modelan begini?

( * ) lore accurate Emmanuel. 🥀

fly high, friends. may you all rest in peace. 🕊️

“I’ll do some clean up while you eat.” what escaped from Nuel later was more akin to a declaration than asking. determined. “y’know, maybe you should reconsider living all by yourself, Caey. what would even happen were I not here to handle these things?” ／ @LanceOfStrife

far too familiar, it’s not his first rodeo settling comfortably in your residence, the divine incarnate just knew where to drop the bag for you to pick up. “there’s butter croissant, nutella toast, and cheese corn scone.” his eyes wander around the surrounding space thereafter.

echoed a soft chuckle in between his stride across what’s little left of the ground onto ceramic floors beyond the doorway. it was a genuine one, hearty and holds no such malice more than a simple mischievous undertone. “glad you didn't intend to let me freeze to death outside.”

“right—” he better put his heavy business down first before engaging in a conversation with someone; so off he went to free himself from the weight, to go back to face you more properly later. “—now, d’ya have any idea what flowers I should go fetch, Miss?” ／ @quixorta