♡ a e r i t h ♡ a g a r i c ♡
♡ The thunderous bombast of the creatures that wandered the shadows of the forest upon Amber Island was something that Mr. Toadstool found himself paying almost too much attention to- mayhaps the talk of the magical power that was said to sit in the mountains of this island was true, reverberating with each cry of a magnificent beast laying low in the depths of the rocks. Or perhaps it was just what came with being so far away from civilization. The duo of demon hearts found themselves finally approaching the destination of their long journey; a throne hall reigning down upon the Azure Sea, which was said to be home to a group of mages that may potentially align themselves with the same ideals that she held dear to her soul. Despite the chill that coursed through the veins of the summoner due to her irregularity, a strange feeling would be brought to her when hearing of the feats of Dies Irae in the dark alleyways of Ishgar. Similar to a child looking up to those destined for greatness- the princess of the demon agaric castle held newfound respect for the murmurs and thought that seeking out those that also wished to eliminate darkness would lead her in the right direction. ♡
♡ However, with curiosity comes caution, and this was especially true for the two of the demon agaric; while seemingly unconventional, the pink-haired elf wished to attempt a more eccentric route of finding out the true motives of the mage guild. She was aware of the corruption and grief that had taken over the universe in the form of mistrust and betrayal; in order to attain success, trust must be given sparingly, or so the princess thought. Sulking in and out through the shadows in an ancient, flowing dress and cape, Aerith and her companion would near closer and closer to the outskirts of the guild hall's entrance, which appeared to harness characteristics similar to the castle that she called her home- the older architectural styles were magnificent, and towered over the horizon to create magnificent shadows. Finding herself inside of one of the many shadows of the night, the girl of crimson optics would lean down to meet her eyes with those of her exceed's, getting closer to avoid recognition by anyone that would notice their existence. ♡
♡ "Mush mush," Aerith would look toward the crescent moon that sat within the clear night sky while holding a whisper, "are you ready?" ♡
♡ In the form of a quiet squeak, the black exceed would slip away from his master and into the darkest spots that lined the walls approaching the entrance of the throne hall- it was go-time, and Mr. Toadstool's mischievous soul was finally finished gaining the courage needed for confidence in his quest. Grinning as he would slip into the throne room through the bright entrance, he would stick to the sides of the rooms in an attempt to not be spotted by the residuals of this palace. Upon finding the job bulletin, his eyes would light up; manifesting what appeared to be a magical replication of a pulsating, dark sword, the exceed would attempt to prick one of the stuck papers off of the board and store it inside of one of the pockets in his mushroom cap, hoping to have not been noticed by anyone that may have also found themselves near the decadent thrones. During this, Aerith would find herself sparking up a cigarette and sitting on one of the edges of a wall near the doors of the palace, waiting for her companion to return with the objective. ♡
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♡ tag(s): @aerith ♡
♡ tag(s): @aerith ♡