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|| Flaws || Bastille ||
Yuna smiled, "I'm not a kid," she giggled. Sure, she might look like one, but most unicorns looked younger than their true age. In truth, Yuna wasn't even sure how old she was, she had lost count sometime ago. She could be much younger or older than everyone thought, but Yuna didn't mind. Age was just another number and honestly, it was better to not count the years that flew by in captivity. She smiled at Joel, feeling more at ease with the Starfruit juice in her system. It was incredible how just one sip could change someone so drastically. It seemed to have calmed her nerves and for Rin, well, it seemed to have the opposite effect. She walked around in a drunken haze, laying her head on Joel's lap and slurring her words together. If Yuna didn't know any better, she would think that Rin was being a bit brazen, laying her head on a stranger's lap.
She pouted when Seraphine told her it was time for bed. "Fine," Yuna said, picking up her unicorn plush, whom she had been trying to feed fruit salad to. "No, that's alright," Yuna yawned, her adventures tonight had tired her out. "I'll just go to bed," Yuna pushed back from the table and picked her unicorn up. "Goodnight Sreaphine," she said with a wave, nearly stumbling over. The room was spinning, it seemed that the Starfruit had effected her more than she had realized sitting down. Yuna carefully made her to her room, the last bedroom on the left, a small, but cozy space. The bed was a hammock, on the walls were pictures of maps and charts of stars. There was a desk cluttered with papers and pencils, a lantern flickering in the dim light of evening. The porthole was open to allow the cool night air to drift into the small space, the fake grass carpet fluttering in the breeze.
Yuna changed into her nightclothes and set her unicorn down, sliding onto the hammock and curling up into a ball. Yuna pulled the blanket up over her head, poking her face out and snuggling her unicorn. "Goodnight Uni, goodnight moon. Goodnight Rin, goodnight Seraphine, and Captain, and Joel, and um, everyone else." Yuna closed her eyes, feeling the pull of sleep. It made her lids heavy and her breaths lengthen, her muscles unwound, no longer tense, and towards dreams she leaped, dancing on the clouds of the mind, a place she could become anyone and do anything, the limits being only her imagination.
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|| Flaws || Bastille ||
Mickey tapped a finger against his chin in thought. "My Father treated me as an equal. He respected my decision and we had never had a war, so there was never any strategy meetings or anything of the sort. For the most part, the merfolk are peace keepers." That's right, the ocean was a harmonious place in which creatures of all shapes and sizes could coexist no matter their origin. "I'm told my Kingdom was particularly large, although I can't say whether or not this is true considering I'd never ventured outside of the walls of my home before." At least until he was captured. He had never had to leave city limits, his explorations had taken him close, but upon requesting to leave his inquiries were always denied. After all, the Prince didn't need to know of the outside world, only of the home he was soon to rule.
Mickey grinned, "I kissed a shark once on a dare, but I don't think she considered that a first date. Albeit, she was rather nice about it." It was a joke of course, Mickey had never kissed a girl, he had never laid with another. The fish and merfolk coexisted, they had a symbiotic relationship, just like any ocean organism. What did merfolk eat, you might wonder? Mostly kelp, seaweed, and various small, none intelligent sea creatures like sea cucumbers or jellyfish. Their eyes were drawn towards Azazel, their Captain, who strode in and took a seat. Mickey went back to his plate as Falkor topped off Azazel's glass. Until he had come to the surface, he had never really tasted meat. Now, Mickey wasn't sure he could go back to the ocean without it. How could he raise a sea cow? That was a question for the ages.
Now it was Azazel's turn to tell his tale and Mickey leaned in, intrigued. The man that called himself the Pirate King thought he was the most tough thing in the ocean, wait until he faced Azazel! Mickey grinned as they slugged back their cups, drinking Starfruit juice and eating until their bellies were full and their minds were a haze. At last, it was Run's turn to recount the tale of his childhood, a grim one that Mickey didn't envy. Mickey had seven brothers and ten sisters, of which he was the oldest. As the crown prince, he was often made an example of, so he partially knew of the struggle that the Runt had gone through, not that he would ever admit to them having anything in common. He could sympathize of course, but he truly didn't want to ever admit that the two of them could possibly have something they could relate to one another.