Skin to Skin: A Shoujo Parallels Relationship Short

Alpha Belt
Mortal Realm
November 2014

Aria Venura yelped upon feeling something light brush against her foot. Beside her, Bea Mora lifted a brow curiously. “Anything wrong, Broski?”

“I – no, it’s nothing.” She forced out a laugh, trying not to let the blush on her cheeks be so obvious to the others. Bea merely shrugged and chewed on her pasta, talking at a rapid speed as Diana Alrada and Marie Ramos listened. Aria flushed upon feeling it again, knowing who exactly was doing that and sending her into a flustered state.

Giselle Rivers listened blankly to the conversation, chewing on the sausage bun slowly. She had lifted a brow at Aria’s noises, chuckling quietly to herself as the girl next to her attempted to calm herself down. Casually leaning over, she took advantage of how close Aria was and whispered:  “Did you like that?”

Aria scowled and punched Giselle’s arm immediately upon hearing that, Giselle keeping in her laughs as much as she could. Under the table, however, Aria felt the other’s foot gently play around with hers, heels off and feeling. Her breath hitched as the feeling intensified.

Slowly yet surely, Aria flitted her other foot around and nudged Giselle’s gently. Giselle showed no reaction and Aria wasn’t so surprised – the other didn’t tend to show her reactions that easily.

Despite that, she merely went on. She did her own thing and when the other retaliated, casually leaned her head on the other’s shoulder, making sure to lace her fingers with Giselle’s.

On the other hand, Giselle Rivers was merely keeping calm. The conversation flowed easily and Aria gave her own loud replies, Giselle agreeing and talking every now and then. Despite what it seemed to be above the table, however – underneath, it was getting intense.

Russ' Updates #011: Goodbye CETs

Hello and good evening, Darlings! <3

Here’s some good news before we begin: I’ve officially finished all my CETs! *confetti falls*

look at all that temporary joy

Last Sunday, I was able to finally complete the fourth and last test, which was UA&P’s. So from now until whenever, I’m officially CET-free. Now, all I have to do is wait for the results and see where I’ve been accepted, yes?

With all that over and the third quarter already picking up, I’ve got an announcement to make. From November 24 (Monday) until November 27 (Thursday), I’ll be having my retreat in Baguio. I’ll be come by Thursday evening, but you can probably expect me to be hella exhausted and all that. *laughs*

So in two weeks, from Monday to Thursday, I’ll be on a mini-hiatus. I’ll make up for it on my rest day, which is the 28^th (Friday). For today until the 23^rd, I’m going to try and do as much Featured Character posts as I possibly can. *thumbs up*

What do I have planned for this week, lovelies?

Posts to Expect:

[x] Russie Writes: A Relationship Short – Matt and A
[x] Russie Writes: A Relationship Short – Elle and Aria 
[ ] Russie Writes: A Featured Character Short

Expect a lot of OTP feels in the air!

That’s all for tonight, have an amazing week! <3

Second Visit: A Relationship Short

Keji Bar
Tokyo, Japan
November 2014

It was Squad A’s monthly visit back to the Keji Bar. Macmillan shifted in his seat as Touta drove them there, unable to properly contain his excitement.

For the month’s bet, Touta had lost and was the one who would pay for their drinks later that night. The radio blasted with cheesy Japanese Pop as they drove down the road, Peters texting right next to him while A glanced out the window in the front. Macmillan drummed his fingers on his leg. Peters noticed.

“What’s gotten you worked up?”

“Nothing. Can’t blame me for wanting to get smashed.” At that, A paused and looked back at them. “It’s been a rough week, really. I’m lucky to have gotten out of the house at this time,” the man sighed. Peters nodded sympathetically.

“I feel you. Touta, how far are we?”

“Just five more minutes,” the Japanese answered from the front. A merely watched them quietly, her green eyes studying Mack’s seemingly impatient form. Mack felt a little uncomfortable with her eyes scanning him as they usually did during an interrogation.

“What?”

“Oh. Sorry,” she apologized, “I’m trying to get a read on you. Did something bad happen?”

“No. It’s – it’s nothing,” he snapped. A narrowed her eyes at him and turned away, muttering something under her breath as she looked out once more. A slightly guilty feeling came over him and he was about to speak when Peters interrupted.

“Let him cool, A. Forensics isn’t good this week.” He saw the lady give a small, jerky nod and Mack closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

From the front, Touta merely sighed and drove on.

The New Assignment: An FC/UC Short

Gamma Belt
Mortal Realm
Sector ACR 4-A, Nuevo Filipina
Del Riano Residence
2011

Zachariel Vasilias had a new Assignment.

He felt strangely empty; having come out of the WRC (Watcher Recovery Center) for reasons he couldn’t exactly remember, a new task was thrust into his hands the moment he stepped out. Zachariel couldn’t quite understand it himself. He didn’t exactly know what landed him there in the first place.

It was like one moment, he was on duty – the next, he was there.

And it was too disorienting.

Zachariel looked at the rolled up paper in his hands, remembering the name written in a fine, elegant script. He said it in his head: Sacha Adrienne del Riano.

He looked around him. The Watcher was waiting by the entrance to the house, seated comfortably on a wooden bench situated facing the street, by the gate. And he waited patiently, wondering what kind of Assignment he’d have to face this time.

But wasn’t that his first?

Confusion made him knot his brows. Zachariel tried to remember. It felt like he had spent the majority of his life in the Watcher’s Abode, but at the same time, it felt like dozens – hundreds – of fragments were missing from his memory. He felt like there were gaps. A million of them.

The gate opened.

He looked up, seeing a girl going inside. Long black hair bounced off her back as she moved, the girl carrying a mild orange bag. She looked exhausted.

There was a burn in his hand and he dropped the paper by accident, wincing and clutching the palm of his hand. On the ground, the text of Sacha Adrienne’s name glowed a brilliant orange.

Russ' Updates #010: Back to Reality

Good evening, Darlings!

So, the second semester (finally) started! With that in mind, I realize that I have exactly three weeks until my Baguio retreat and four months to go until I graduate from high school. Which...sounds really terrifying, come to think of it. *shrinks away in a corner*

That's me right now. A prettier version than me. #queen
In summation: really not amused

Thankfully, I don't have homework today - teachers were being merciful - so at least I can manage to breathe and take an extra breather before hell starts *again*.

So, what exactly is going on this week?

Well, I pretty much have to adjust to schoolwork again. I'll be resuming my tutoring sessions this Thursday, and for Friday, I'll be doing some project work with my group mates. This Sunday will also be a little full - I'll (finally) be taking my last set of CETs! *throws confetti*

As I always say because of CETs - please do keep me in your thoughts/prayers/whatever you guys do! As much as I'm really hoping to get into my other picks, this one's my fallback. (If you guys are curious, I'm taking the UA&PCET. UCET. UAPCET. ...whatever they call it huhu)

Expect for me to drop some posts around Saturday and maybe Sunday afternoon!

Posts to Expect:

[x] Russie Writes: A FC/UC Background Short
[x] Russie Writes: A Relationship Short -- Mack and Jian

That's all for today - have a great week, you guys! <3

Regina: A FC/UC Graphic

"I'm not a little girl. I'm no longer the little girl in this family."

Smile Again: A Matt/A Short

Wammy House
H and Linda’s Room
Winchester, England
October 31, 2004

Linda St. John straightened her wig before looking back at the bed, seeing the lump underneath the covers. “You’ve been there since forever,” the blonde thirteen-year-old whined, “Get up, H. They’re giving out candy per classroom and then there’s going to be an activity later.”

The form didn’t reply and she huffed angrily, stomping towards the green bed and ripping the covers off. The girl underneath protested, Linda dumping the covers on the floor and scowling. “Get your tired butt up, H. Do you want me to drag you out in those pajamas?”

H buried her head under the pillow. “Please don’t.”

“Then move! Goodness,” she sighed. “It’s like I’m the only one who’s legitimately excited for these kinds of things.”

Because you *are* the only one, H thought glumly. The blonde sighed, sitting by her feet.

“You know, A wouldn’t like it if you just moped like this.” She saw H’s body tense up and she put a hand on her back, rubbing it gently. “It’s been months, Heather. Months. I know you’re still upset. I am, too.”

“It’s not about him…”

“Sure it isn’t. But keep this in mind: he doesn’t want you to cry over him. Okay?” when Heather didn’t bother moving, Linda merely sighed and stood up, her witch costume still perfectly pieced. “I did your costume just in case. Just look at my bed. At least come for dinner.”

“…I’ll consider it.”

With those words spoken, Linda sighed yet again and stood up, leaving the room and the door closing with a soft click.