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[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]It had been nearly three months, yet headquarters looked just as it always had-- massive, grand and old, the architecture clearly revealing more archaic roots. Even the doors looked the same (how old was that wood?). Sighing with a vague feeling of nostalgia, he stood in front of the entrance, allowing the door to identify his eyes and fingerprints, before entering, a rush of cool air greeting him as he absentmindedly thumbed over the gray bandages on his hands. To any civilian, it would seem like he was merely nursing a wound on both his arms and his legs, but those of the Order knew better. It was always so...quiet. Padding forward on silent, sandaled feet, he took a few steps forward, even as the exorcist stationed in the center of the foyer rushed towards him. "Ah! General Valint, welcome back, are you--" "I'm fine," the blond growled, holding a bandaged hand in front of him in order to stop the overenthusiastic boy from approaching any further. "Just here to rest and report in," he added, and deciding he wasn't really in the mood to answer questions from an overeager pup, he finished off his snub with "...return to your duties." Leaving behind the rather dejected looking young man, Felix wandered past, ignoring the greetings of various people as he dragged his gaze across the lobby, lost in his thoughts. There was always a sense of regalia to this place; it wasn't just the tasteful decor or the people (it was most certainly not the people) or even the solemnity of it all. "Did you hear?" "General Valint's back!" "I've never seen him in person before!" "Where is he?"[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: long time no see Words: 281 ish Tagged: i choose you![/style]

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[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]It was rare, that Angeline actually be indoors – she wasn’t at ease unless she was off running around, really; but what else could one expect? Plucked from her lavish luxuries and silken dresses at the tender age of nine, and then plopped into the middle of a warzone – with a childhood such as that, it wasn’t exactly the formula for a most gentle and at-ease child. Rather, it warranted a girl who’d had the rules of war so drilled into her head that sitting still for periods of time had her antsy, a girl whom dived off into another mission the moment her last one ended. But this time, Headquarters had called her in – they needed help with something or the other, which really turned out to be nothing at all. So she’d been holed up here, making goofy faces at the mirror, trying to lighten herself up. Angeline was a cheery, bright girl, charming in all her happiness in such a solemn place – but really, ten years in war jaded a person, and she constantly tried to fool herself into thinking that she was as peppy as others saw her. It didn’t always work, though. With a sigh, Angeline finished buttoning up the remainder of the golden buttons gleaming on her uniform, patting it down; she’d had each uniform tailored to be a form-fitting, long-sleeved dress, easy to move around in, short to allow mobility on the field. She dusted off her sleeves, and as she did so, Fantamir, in his small, deactivated form, clambered up her right arm and perched atop her shoulder; his long tail came to coil about her forearm, almost resembling a piece of jewelry. Angeline smiled once more into the mirror, and with a pat to Fantamir’s head, exited her room- ”General Valint’s here?” was the first thing she heard, and then a small blur, as a few members of the Order hurried down the hallway to catch a glimpse. Angeline raised a brow in amusement – oho, so the guy was back? Why so soon? Slowly, leisurely, Angeline made her own way down the hall and down the steps, until she was a good halfway down the long, curling stairway; not yet at the bottom, but enough so that she could see the blonde head that had come through the doors. She leaned on the railing, one leg crossed over the other, an easy smile on her lips. ”Fine? That hand of yours looks fucked up,” Angeline’s smile widened – she did love teasing him so about the strange appearance of his innocence. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]Oblivious to the low hum of chatter around him, the man continued to muse, rubbing the gray bandages. That is, until a familiar voice assaulted his senses. His inner self groaning, he turned, looking up in the direction it had come from. There, standing on the elegant stairwell, was Angeline Windsor, fellow general and all around nuisance as well as girl genius. He scowled at her, crossing his arms belligerently. "Hello to you too, brat," he said, drawing the eyes of others to the pink-haired woman. Felix had always reserved the right to call anyone younger than him brat-- well, because they were, prodigy or no. But her, Angeline with her teasing and casual manner, and whenever Felix tried to reprimand her when they were younger and how she could weasel her way out of it and just-- aagh. He still remembered the little girl from all those years ago, all pink and cute and little. Felix had already been there three years, on the cusp of adulthood but already exposed to enough to feel like an adult. He had adored her until the moment she opened her mouth. In truth, he had missed the brat. Just a little bit. Really. Sighing, he uncrossed his arms, letting them fall to his sides again, his right hand tangling itself in the golden sash at his waist. "Sometimes I think I should do the whole world a favor and just kill you," he muttered, taking a few steps towards the girl as he spoke. [/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: omnipresent mang Words: idk Tagged: dragonlady 8U[/style]

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[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]Familiar blue eyes turned upwards to stare back at her, and just as Angeline’s lips began to spread wider into a smile, the word ‘brat’ slipped from his lips, as though triggering something she’d often heard in her memory. The term rang through her mind, and her lips parted to let loose a laugh, delighted and bright, bouncing off the marble walls of the area. She grinned cheekily once her laughter subsided, tilting her head impishly to the side; Fantamir’s eyes narrowed into slits as he nudged her head with his own. A tongue peeking out between her lips in a childish manner, Angeline moved to seat herself on the banister- -before sliding down in a rush of wind, pink hair flying behind her. She hopped off as soon as she hit the end, stumbling only a step or two, before regaining her balance – ah, ah, she used to be so much better at that when she was smaller. Angeline clasped her hands behind her back, leaning forward with a smile on her lips and mirth shimmering in cerulean eyes – she laughed again, before reaching forward to wrap her arms around him in a hug. ”But then what would you do without me? You’d cry, you know, missing me every day – my charming and beautiful presence,” she chirped, smiling widely. She remembered first coming to the order – the spoiled daughter of a wealthy English family, snatched up from her jewels and princess-plays to be put here, amidst foreboding marble columns and shadowed hallways. In fact, she remembered trying to be brave (or at least showing others she wasn’t afraid), but feeling like a lost child all the same- -and then, she remembered Felix had stepped up and proclaimed her a brat, and then she’d felt at home. In her younger days, Angeline was rather sure she’d spent almost all of her time toddling after Felix’s shadow, obstinate and stubborn and unwilling to let go of her grasp on the back of his shirt. Still, it had been nice to have someone around. Now, of course, she pretends to remember no such thing, because she has her pride, and all- -but whatever. Angeline stuck out her hands, then, expectantly. ”Where’s my souvenir?” [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]Tch, cheeky brat, she even had the gall to laugh. He grumbled, though he felt reasonably pleased inwardly. Watching her slide down the banister, he felt the stirrings of concern-- really she shouldn't be doing something that stupid. She'd get hurt, and for all of her ridiculously strong powers and fighting prowess she wasn't made of steel, and oh god what if she-- She's a big girl, she can take care of herself he reminded himself firmly, resuming his customary scowl. It would be her fault if she fell, not his. Sighing in resignation, he opened his arms, receiving the hug (in honesty, it felt more like a tackle) with a soft ooph, staggering back a step. His scowl deepened as she spoke, and growling lightly, he tugged on a strand of her long pink hair in protest, aiming to irritate and not hurt. "Miss you my ass," he grumbled, but it was true, he supposed. No one else around to feed the needy brat's ego. It was nice, sort of. It felt good to have someone waiting, well actually, not really waiting so much as enthusiastically greeting every time they met, which, now that the both of them were generals, didn't happen very often. Either he or Angeline would be out in the middle of nowhere, fighting the Black Order's endless war, only returning to base for a brief reprieve. Perhaps it wasn't wise to be so attached to someone when you never know when they could die. Not that he was attached. Untangling himself from her arms, he took a step back, offering a grim smile instead of a scowl for once. "Why are you here? I think I must have really pissed off God to see you more than once a year," he questioned dryly.[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: omnipresent mang Words: idk Tagged: dragonlady 8U[/style]

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[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]When she wasn’t presented with a present or souvenir of any kind, Angeline’s lips and brows furrowed into a pout, which only deepened at Felix’s next words. Geeez, what a way to welcome a girl, this guy- ”I’ll have you know, my presence is much desired by countless males throughout the country,” she announced imperiously, planting her hands on her hips petulantly. And then, she dropped them with a cheeky grin, shrugging and blinking owlishly back at Felix. To be honest, she wasn’t quite sure why she was back at Headquarters for so long, even. She suspected it had to do with the fact that HQ was calling back long-time absent exorcists to force them into breaks. After all, they had to manage their soldiers carefully, hm? There weren’t enough of them to go around, it wouldn’t do to have them all broken from exhaustion. The thought made Angeline want to laugh, because it was all too true. To HQ, the exorcists were commodities – and the higher ups dearly wished they were expendable, but they weren’t. Because Innocence had chosen them, because they were to so-rare accommodators, because- -there really was no one else that could do the things they did. ”I dunno – I think I did such a fabulous job cleaning things up around the world, that HQ wanted me to take a luxurious vacation for once,” she said with a laugh – it was true, though, just phrased in a pretty package. Like Angeline. Twisted, jaded, a cruel bastard, just wrapped up prettily with a ribbon and shiny wrapping paper. Ha ha. ”What about you?” Angeline turned to peer curiously, carefully at Felix. ”You’re not hurt, right?” Ah, ah, this was really trouble; she really ought to start distancing herself further from the few people she’d even gotten this close to. It would only mean a disaster for her if they died – or for them, if she did. Death was such a serious word. How unappealing. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]"Right," he monotoned, eyebrows raising questioningly, his expression stoic as he took this tidbit in. No, that wasn't right. Angeline was the little pinkette, for god's sake. Surely you had to be a pedophile to see her that way? The small part of him that was a big brother screamed for blood. Frowning at her casual shrug, he allowed the silence to settle over them for a few moments as he mused over this. Really, he should be happy that HQ cared about Angeline's safety enough to keep her here for some time, but it was... disconcerting. Exorcists were tools and the Order was the craftsman. It had always been that way, and it would always be that way. Felix had grown far too used to caring for himself and those he cared about to like this sudden kindness from the higher-ups. The next thing she said made him snort in disbelief, drawing him away from his thoughts again. "Please, by all means, keep slaughtering akuma for me," he said, "Ms. Fabulous Cleaner," Felix scoffed. "What? I'm just resupplying, don't confuse me with the likes of-" he was interrupted by her next question. He was rather stunned by the forwardness of it, but his expression softened at her concern. "I... I'm fine," he said, and while his pride didn't allow him to say thank you, his eyes conveyed it for him instead. Recovering quickly, he scrambled to cover up this display of softness; he couldn't destroy the tough reputation he had painstakingly built. "You should be more concerned about yourself, brat," he said, reaching up to flick her on the forehead, "you're always getting into some mess or another," he added snidely, smirking.[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: omnipresent mang Words: idk Tagged: dragonlady 8U[/style]

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[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]Angeline felt a small tug in the pit of her stomach, upon seeing the softness of Felix’s eyes – she didn’t like it. She didn’t like it in herself, and she most certainly didn’t like seeing it in other people. Softness and feelings had her skin crawling and her head spinning; it was as though she were voluntarily putting herself in a position prone to weakness, to hurt. So when he reached up to flick her on the forehead she simply brushed it aside, corners of her lips tugging upwards in a small, slight smile, eyes flat and dull. With a subdued laugh, Angeline shrugged, and clasped her hands behind her back. She’d been known to get into messes often as a child, but… Somewhere along the line, between the trail of broken, dead bodies behind her and the raging battlefield in front of her, Angeline had decided that it was high time to grow up and get some seriousness going. So she’d stopped – she’d stopped with fooling around, with getting into silly, sticky messes. Instead, she’d gone in for the kill; sure, she still liked to laugh on the battlefield as though nothing were wrong, but it was more of a defense mechanism against the deafening somberness of it all, rather than legitimate amusement. Angeline was done playing around, now – when could she, after all? She’d never been allowed to have a childhood to begin with, so it wasn’t as though she missed anything, either. “I’m not a little girl anymore,” she said – if a bit wistfully, bringing a hand up to twist around a lock of hair, out of habit. She stared at the golden sash on Felix’s belt, fixing her gaze on its material rather than looking anywhere else. “I can take care of myself now,” she murmured quietly, words almost a whisper. Angeline tugged her lips up into a grin, then, bright and cheery, as always. ”Everything’s fine, see?” [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]When she batted away his hand, Felix felt a strange sense of hurt go through him. She was only nineteen, damn it. She was just a kid. She was supposed to be hanging out with a gaggle of air-headed, giggling girls and talking about cute boys and the latest fashions, just being a greater nuisance than she was now-- but, he thought, with a glance at the dragon, it was far too late. He had never hated Fantamir more than he did at that moment. At least he'd had a normal childhood; he was already well into fourteen when the Order had found him, ripped him away from a life that he hated anyway. His father was never in his life, his mother a pathetic woman, pining for the man she could never have, and there was never any love lost between him and his classmates. He was Felix the freak, the bastard. Felix had been so glad to get away from that hellhole straight out of a shitty tv drama plot, that he hadn't really cared about what the Order wanted. He hadn't even bothered to notice-- well, not until that day, when a little girl with long pink hair and clothes finer than Felix had ever had, stepped through those ridiculously huge doors, blue eyes wide-- Angeline. Frowning when she tried to assure him that yes, everything was indeed okay, he raised a blond eyebrow and said, "Like hell it is." So maybe that's why a part of himself felt a little off when the brat proclaimed that indeed, she was a big girl now. Maybe. Keeping his oh-so-well developed poker face in place, he spoke, his tone dry. "Well, now that you're a big girl, you can start paying me back for all those ridiculous souvenirs you've had me buy," he drawled, and with a smirk, added, "like, for example, this," and with that, produced a small, intricately carved glass dragon, delicate in form, from the folds of his jacket.[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: omnipresent mang Words: idk Tagged: dragonlady 8U[/style]

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[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]Angeline felt a deep pout beginning to form on her features despite herself at Felix’s snort – she was fine, really. She didn’t even know why she thought so deeply about these things nowadays; she’d been just fine, these past few years, ignoring the fact that they were in the middle of a blazing war, where faces smiling one day could very well be cold and dead the next. Angeline had never been a very caring girl, to begin with, and it hadn’t been hard to fall easily into the routine of war. Fight, forget, rinse, repeat as needed. So why- -why was it that these days, every time she looked into the mirror, she didn’t want to see the somber stone walls of the HQ behind her? When she went into town, Angeline saw girls her age prancing about in clothes that weren’t made of dark leather and golden buttons, in bright satin dresses and pretty heels and- She wasn’t jealous, just disoriented, and she could only stare blankly at the future she was supposed to have had, had Fantamir not chosen her. But a glance at the creature, and Angeline was gone, anyway; she didn’t love the war, but she wasn’t up to playing the tragically devastated heroine, either, and Fantamir had been just fine of a friend. This wasn’t the ideal career she would have chosen, either, but one made lemonade out of the lemons life handed them. And she’d made hers to the best of her ability. She didn’t like Felix – the way he treated her as though she were still the lost, silly nine year old she’d been back then. Because no one else treated her like that, because no one else ever thought to think that perhaps she wasn’t completely happy here; and when Felix treated her like so, she started to fall back into reality from the castle she’d built herself in her mind – the one where she was perfectly content, and at ease. Before she could fall further into her dangerous thoughts, though, the male in front of her produced something from her jacket pocket- -and at the sight of the glass, Angeline’s eyes widened, as though it were a cat, focusing in on shimmering gold. Alright, so maybe Angeline did still retain some of her elitist upbringing – she knew how to appreciate the wealthy things in life. So sue her. She leaped forward with a squeal, features lighting up with delight as she snatched the glass dragon from his hands and cradled it in hers, staring wide-eyed at the object. Fantamir, too, seemed to have his interest piqued, and nudged it gently with his nose. Angeline stared at the statue for a moment more, before breaking her gaze to stare at Felix, lips curved into a happy smile. ”I can have this, right? It’s mine, right? Right?” she pressed, before enthrallment took over once more, and with another squeal, she threw her arms around Felix in a hug. ”You’re the best,” she announced, eyes gleaming- -and then she pulled back, mischief written across her features. ”Well, I mean, I don’t think I need to pay you back, since you know, it should have made you happy to be able to buy me something, you know – but thanks.” [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]Other exorcists always joked that with Felix around, Angeline would never have a relationship, never get a boyfriend. But what was there to gain? She'd only be hurt in the end, he was sure. Every exorcist, willing or not, might as well have signed a death wish when they bonded with their innocence; rarely did any of them live to see old age. There were always more akuma to fight, more Noah to wage war against. So Felix was doing what was right, keeping away those foolish boys who only saw a pretty face, or were in puppy love, infatuated with the great and powerful and oh-so-young Angeline, because he knew, deep down, that there was no happy end in sight. Right? When she squealed so excitedly, he was unable to keep the smile off of his face. It reminded him of before, after all, that childish grin of wonder. But, he reminded himself, there was no before. He wasn't in her life before they met at the Order, and by then it was too late; both of their lives had already been started on their designated tracks. They were forced to love a predetermined fate. Think happy thoughts. Think happier thoughts. "No, it's mine," he snapped, before adding, "Yes, it's yours. I don't have a use for baubles like that," Felix grumbled, his scowl deepening as she smiled coyly at him and continued on. "Tch. Brat. When are you going to start buying presents for me?" he asked.[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: omnipresent mang Words: idk Tagged: dragonlady 8U[/style]

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[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]Angeline wasn’t blind – she wasn’t exactly impervious to discreet glances from teenage boys when she was around town, or the curious admiring stares of those new to the Order, who had yet to realize that, well, her pet was a flaming dragon. Her family had good genes – what could she say? She was a pretty girl, lean and soft pink hair and wide blue eyes and a charming smile, and boys were easily charmed; had she remained in her family, she would have been further groomed. Those born into her situation, after all, were often simply bred to be beautiful. Still, Angeline had never found a distinct interest in the opposite sex – there was Felix, for one, acting as though he were some grumbling guard dog (which yes, Angeline noticed, and she liked the feeling of it; as though there were people who actually gave a damn, on this side of the war). And then there was the fact that, well, she wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of developing feelings for someone who’s mortality rate wasn’t very high. It was a joke amongst the exorcists in the Order (well, the ones that dared to) that Angeline would remain a single elderly woman until the day she died; but really, when she was set to die in most likely, a few years, she didn’t mind so much. And until then, she had Felix to keep her company. Sometimes, she wondered if she would have ever met him at all had she not been inducted into the Order. Angeline supposed not – so in a roundabout way, it wasn’t so bad, this whole exorcism thing. She turned a pout on Felix, then, clutching the glass figurine to her chest. ”It’s not a bauble,” she rolled her eyes, exasperation lacing her tone. Boys. Tch. ”I don’t know, when I start having wrinkles like you do, old man, maybe I’ll buy you presents then,” she mumbled back, sticking her tongue out childishly at him. And then, she grinned brightly right after.”I’ll allow you to stand in my very charming and very in-demand presence for a while longer – that’s a good present, right?” she laughed, arrogance oozing from her sheer confidence and silly words. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]He growled at the accusation. Old? He was most certainly not old. He was youthful, not even thirty yet; humans lived well into their eighties these days, surely he had plenty of-- --right, exorcist. He was already lucky that he'd made it into his twenties, much less his late twenties. There was a reason why all these little spring chickens in their teens were wandering around, and it wasn't because the Black Order liked their demon-slayers young. Sometimes, he wondered, if his death was approaching as fast as it seemed. It only seemed right. He had seen so many of the young men and women who had trained alongside him since he was barely out of preteens die, and it seemed his little generation was rapidly dwindling. Surely it wouldn't be long now. But then, who would take care of the brat? Felix didn't trust anyone to do it right, not even Alistair. "Seems like a bauble to me," he sneered, pulling away from his increasingly morbid thoughts to answer her, "unless you suddenly discover that it's another innocence, I doubt it has any use other than to sit there and look pretty." An idea occurred to him. Squinting, he pretended to study her soft features, tilting his head this way and that. "Don't look now, but I think you've got a wrinkle right there, your royal highness," which was a blatant lie (Angeline's looks were frustratingly perfect, unfortunately), but Felix was the vindictive sort, and old man certainly ruffled his feathers. "Perhaps your presence won't be so in demand after everyone sees it!"[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: omnipresent mang Words: idk Tagged: dragonlady 8U[/style]

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[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]With a gasp and a high-pitched squeal, Angeline’s hand flew to her forehead, eyes widening in horror. Her lips parted in a distressed ‘o,’ and she swore she could feel a line growing there, and her smooth head- Oh god she was growing old- -with white hair and wrinkles and love handles and she wouldn’t be attractive anymore, and then where would she be? Fat, ugly, old, and fighting off stupid monsters? The only thing Angeline really had to hold on to at the moment was her looks, damnit. She caught her reflection in the glass, then, and peered carefully, raking over each inch of skin – and found no wrinkles. With a scowl, now, Angeline stomped her foot huffily, before sticking out a tongue at Felix. Ugh; the guy was always screwing with her head, the little prat. Didn’t he have better things to do with his time? ”Don’t be jealous of my glorious, beautiful youth,” she sneered right back, and flipped her hair in an almost obnoxious manner, before bursting out in a short laugh. ”And who knows? What if it is innocence? Hmmm? What then?” Angeline turned to look at the glass figurine carefully, almost as though she half-believed her own words. Alright, so it was a little far-fetched, but it never hurt to be careful, now did it? One more innocence meant one less battle, and perhaps then Angeline could get on with her life. She was a little silly, she supposed, for having thoughts of ‘after the war’ at this point – because it had lasted generations, and who was to say this would be the time it ended? It mostly likely wasn’t, but Angeline still couldn’t help but play pretend, sometimes, and plan out her life. What she’d do after the war, that is. Would innocence disappear, after the war? Aside from that, Angeline simply wanted to go back to how she was supposed to have lives. Pretty dresses, beaus, dancing at balls, chittering on the way to school- -it was all fanciful musings, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t yearn for it, and she was…okay, with how she was now. But she still wanted to have thoughts of what she’d do – when this war ended. ”I’ll still be beautiful, even when I’m a hundred years old,” Angeline crowed, spinning lightly, cheerily, as to show off the sheer energy abounding in her veins. ”And you’ll only grow uglier and fatter with age, if you keep up that frown all the time – you’re already wrinkling chronically, you know.” [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]He burst into laughter, low but lilting, a rare occurrence. Several exorcists looked up from their own conversations, bemused by the sound. The world had to be ending, if Felix Valint, king of sulk, was laughing. As the noise trailed off, he watched Angeline huff and get angry, a slight twitch to his lips. "Oh please, you think you're beautiful?" he snorted, "look at me. I'm a fucking Adonis," and with that he ran a hand through his own mass of silky blond curls. He himself highly doubted that, but hey, he wasn't going to back down. "Then you can't keep it anymore, brat," he said, opening his palm in a gesture for her to return the glass dragon, "the higher-ups will be wanting that, old woman," Felix drawled, his voice monotone. He scowled when she spoke next, arrogantly deciding that he was the one who was going to get fat and ugly and old, when obviously it was this diva right here that was going to do all of that. "Keep dreaming, brat. By the time that happens you'll already be old and much more wrinkly than me," he corrected. If they even got to be that old. His cocky smile faltered for a moment, and looking up behind Angeline, he realized that several minutes had already passed. Looking back to her, he smiled winsomely, saying "Look, squirt, I have to report to the higher-ups, but meet me in the commons in a hour or so if you have nothing to do, alright? Then we can catch up."[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: omnipresent mang Words: idk Tagged: dragonlady 8U[/style]

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