fourteenth trick

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki appears on the Plane without grand ceremony, without a straw stuck up his nose or any of the eccentricity and charm that accompanies his usual manner. His white shirt has smears of brown blood on it, probably from the bloody Rumble Regalia he's been clutching to himself for an hour.

He stands there motionless for a moment, then with something like a choked squeak, simply sinks where he is. Feet out, Regalia sitting in front of him, head bowed in memory to one of the first to draw out his potential.]

... damn it...

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[madamemoiselle]

Thank you, Ikki. I know that I can definitely trust you for that.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[He hesitates, then leans forward to kiss Diva on the cheek.]

[madamemoiselle]

You'll be careful, though, right? I wouldn't want a sweet boy like Ikki to get hurt.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Awww. He blushes just a little.]

I'll be fine.

[Actually he's not sure, but... he's a damn good Rider, and he's going to do his best.]

[madamemoiselle]

Do you think you could promise me that? Just to make me feel a bit better?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Alright. [He grins.] I promise.