EasilyAmused

Falling from Heaven {SinfulSkills ~ unfallenangel}

Leon gently stroked her head with his large hand as she nuzzled into his shoulder. She was so cute, his little goldfish. So demanding of her god’s attention and affection… and he was more than willing to give her all she desired. He blinked his ambers eyes as she turned her attention up to him. She was so perfect, and so his that he leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips without really thinking. He slowly pulled back from the kiss, his signature mischievous grin on his face.

He leaned forward, as if ready to push her down on the bed once again only to have a knock echo on the door. “Good morning you two!” Isabelle’s voice echoed through the door and Leon let out a small sigh.

“Good morning Isabelle, we’ll be out in a moment.” He couldn’t say no to his little god-daughter as she was one of the few soft spots in his life. Climbing out of the bed he snapped his fingers and his clothes reappeared on his body. Turning down to her, he gave her a gentle smile. “Come goldfish, let’s head back to earth. I feel the urge to… what do you call it?” His face scrunched as his gaze turned downwards, thinking hard on the proper wording for it. “Catch some waves?” His gaze turned back up to her, as if asking whether he was right or not.

Fairy Tail (Sanquin / EasilyAmused)

Taunie has actually opened her mouth, ready to ask who Galzra was, but he answered it before she had the chance to question him. Oh, so his ‘stepfather’ disappeared as well… was he honestly raised by a dragon like the others?? Man… some people had some interesting childhoods compared to hers. Hers was simple and nothing important and she knew if she went home saying that being a wizard was too hard that she would be welcomed back home without any questions. Most people in Fairy Tail really didn’t have that option but, she was one of the lucky ones.

They finally reached the Fairy Tail guild hall after small chat but mostly silence and no more problems. “I’m back!” The universal cry of anyone entering the guild hall echoing thanks to her booming voice. Natsu was the first one up and too her. “So did you find the spirit? Was it cool?”

“You know, it wasn’t all that bad.” She said with a chuckle before giving Ansel a small push forward. “Come on I got a reward to collect.” Her tone was a teasing one as she ventured inside and headed towards the master who was sitting cross-legged on the bar. That was until she noticed that Natsu and Gajeel had found their way quickly to the fellow dragon slayer.

“You mess weird.” Natsu said as tactful as ever with his choice of words.

“You don’t look like no spirit.” Gajaal said crossing his arms.

“Guys back up off of him.” Taunie called back with an eyeroll. Bring something new into the guild and those two flock to it, but something about their reactions and Natsu continuously sniffing him told her they might be onto him being a dragon slayer as well.

Fairy Tail (Sanquin / EasilyAmused)

-laughs-
I like to describe in case you can't tell!

So I'll work on my post tomorrow, I thought I'd have the energy tonight but I really don't I'm sorry.
-frowny face-

Seperated Souls

The day wasn’t exactly going ‘well’ it was, just going. The amount of demons and angels in the room was limited and the looks from the male angels showed him that his presence wasn’t really wanted. They must have been used to dealing with the demon he was taking over for and now someone new was making them uncomfortable. A smirk moved across his face and he rose his glass lightly to them only to watch their noses turn upwards and their heads turn away. A chuckle echoed in his throat as he took a nice drink of the champagne and settled in for a fun night of tormenting the angels in his own little way.

Of course, turning around he would bump into someone; not just anyone an angel. A long sigh left him as she suddenly spoke up and apologized for drenching the front of him with champagne. The door thing about his jacket is that a simple brush off and the alcohol will find itself onto the ground. His gaze turned from his jacket to the angel in front of him. Uh, she was cute, in a disgusting glowing angel sort of way. However, unlike her, his memories were completely erased so he had no lingering memories of his human life. After enough memory wipes and torture you tend to force yourself to forget things at least for the time being.

“It’s alright.” He said with a nod. Before he turned his gaze around them and noticed the angels who were once giving him dirty looks now seemed to be more interested in his present, not to mention concerned and a few of them were exchanging words about coming over to him while he was with this angel. So she was important huh? How fun… this night just got interesting.

His gaze turned back to her only to notice she was staring at him. Before he could open his mouth to response to her staring he noticed the color of her dress was slowly starting to change to reveal the soft skin beneath. “You know, I may enjoy certain views…” He said as he unbuttoned his jacket and pulled it off of his large arms. He then moved it around her so she could put her arms through while facing him instead of turning around and exposing her slowly exposing self to the crowded room. “But even I have a line. Put the jacket on and button it up until the end of the night or you might be a lot more uncomfortable than wearing a demon’s jacket.”

Once she put her arms into the jacket he skillfully buttoned it up, keeping his eyes locked onto her as he did so. Upon her being covered, he offered her his hand. “I’m Loki.” His natural demon scent smells like a comforting burning camp fire. A peaceful scent that must female demons loved, would angels like it too? Either way she wasn’t showing anything anymore and now she was wearing a demon’s jacket, much to the dislike of the upturned noised angels in the corner.

Serge & Lucia |EasilyAmused & ICanBeAnyone|

Erik Wilmer was the new candidate for the election to run the United States of America and he hired the best body guard group in the business to work his security. Mister Wilmer was an easy going guy and welcome to anyone who wanted to take the time to talk to him. If he wasn’t for the people who he talks to, he wouldn’t be in the position he was now. The single Politian held a lot of popularity among the female folk but his desperate goal was to find something must more important to him then a wife.

“Here’s what they found out. Please, bring her to me.” Erik pleaded to the four men in front of him, each of them sharply dressed in black suit and ties with ear pieces they use to communicate with each other. “I… I just want to talk to her. Even just for a moment.”

Three of the four men were reassuring that she’d want to talk to him. However one man, the older of the four and the one who looked the most serious picked up the folder. “It’s not that she wouldn’t want to see you sir, I really think it has something to do with it being a hard thing to take in.” One of the younger men chimed in saying something about how pretty she was and he should be the one to go get her, but the look on Mister Wilmer’s face said very clearly that he wanted the senior individual to do it. The young man let out a sigh and tucked the folder under his arm. “Alright, I’ll be back soon.”

It was early afternoon and the dossier said something about her at a diner. But she couldn’t have worked that late. Parking the slick black car in front of her apartments, he checked his watch. 11:30am, she should be awake. Any normal person was awake by 5am. At least that’s how the guy turning off the engine and shutting the door felt. Letting out a small sigh as he took in the disgusting sight of the apartment complex he began to climb the stairs.

“Ugh…” He said sounded a bit disguised as he stopped on the third floor and walked down the small pathway to the door that matched the envelope’s directions. Bang bang bang his large fist banged on the door of the apartment before he waited a bit for a response. After not hearing a response he knocked again bang bang bang, still nothing. This time he was about to begin his third set of bangs before a large THUD responded from the door. His hand instantly went to the hostler in his jacket were his gun was sitting. Unlike the rookies, he wasn’t trigger happy but he also knew better than to leave himself unprotected. His hand slowly lowered from inside his jacket before his hands slid into the pockets of his slacks and waited for the door to open.

The sight before him left him a little awestruck. Not from her beauty or from her tiredness but from how horrible she looked. She looked as though she had snuck into the house to stop sleeping on the streets and destroyed the place. From behind her, he could see the place was in shambles and it made him shiver slightly in disguised. Don’t do it… don’t do it… He was tempted to jump into the house and clean it, it shouldn’t be filthy! No one should live in that state.

A cough left him before he composed himself putting on his straight professional face. “Lucia (insert last name since it’s not in the CS)?” He asked the question in hopes he would be wrong but this was the address, she fit the description despite her horrible appearance, “I am here on behalf of Mister Erik Wilmer, who wishes to speak to you. It will take maybe two hours of your time. Will you ready yourself to come with me?” This was Serge Prichard, the only child and son of the city’s superintendent and now… now he was a babysitter for an incredibly unkempt looking woman… fantastic…

Fairy Tail (Sanquin / EasilyAmused)

Not my best I'm sorry.

Fairy Tail (Sanquin / EasilyAmused)

A chuckle left Taunie as they began to walk again, leaving the men knocked out and, most likely incredibly confused when they regain consciousness on the ground. “We’re pretty awesome. Strongest maybe but the best guild, you bet. We don’t call ourselves number one if we didn’t have the ability to back it up.” She said with a chuckle as they walked. Her hands slid into the pockets of her jeans as the three made their way down the path.

This comment about wanting to duel her made her chuckle. “I don’t duel with people who aren’t from the guild. If I’m going to get into a fight and use magic outside of the guild it’s for a mission, or sometimes a bet; but I’ve found that I can end a lot of arguments with my fists without my magic. So why waste it?” She said with a shrug as they walked. A smile moved across her full lips as they walked through the forest.

A longer time of silence fell between the two as they walked before she asked the question that had been on her mind for a while. “Hey Ansel… why haven’t you joined a guild?”

Fairy Tail [Black Ninja & SinfulSkills]

Aaron gave a small laugh as they walked. “Not normally but if you came with Annabelle than you can’t be all bad besides, it’s not us you have to worry about its…” His words were cut off as the walls of earth surrounded the three.

Annabelle placed a small hand gently onto Cerith shoulder to let him know it was okay. She moved in front of him in a protective manner. “He is an injured wizard who needs a place to stay and some food to eat. Before Savile could argue she let out a small sigh. “I did a small job in town for a clerk and earned some extra money; I used it to buy extra food and there’s no reason we cannot help him. What’s one night going to hurt?” She asked innocently with a small laugh to her voice as she attempted to smile her way into Savile’s face.

The other figure pressed into the Earth seemed to glow red. “Annabelle you know how dangerous outsiders are. How many times have we had to pull your ass out of trouble.” The voice was that of a females, strong and stern and it was no surprise that she seemed really ticked off.

“Kelsey you’re not coming out to save me, I’m saving someone else who is in need. Plus he’s injured…”

“You used your power didn’t you?”

“He was hurt!” She barked at the girl. “He was hurt, a fellow wizard was hurt, and I couldn’t walk away from that. He still has some internal damages that will heal better if he can get a good night sleep.” The group seemed surprised that she barked at them. Her green gaze looked at the imprint of the man that they considered their ‘leader’ of their little group simply because he was always the one who came up with the best ideas. “Please Savlie.”