Opinion on;

Character in general: Vanille is precious. It feels she has the weight of the world’s problems on her shoulders and doesn’t know how to deal with them and in so she always tries to stay optimistic through it all. But I really like about Vanille is that she is more than what you see, sometimes she is burdened by guilt I just want to hug her and pet her poor head.

How they play them: She is just…wow. When I write those threads with her, I can really feel Vanille saying those words and portraying those thoughts- her Vanille is just great and I adore her writing and personality.

The Mun: We don’t discuss much outside of our characters but she is just hella fun to be around, it kind of makes me hope we get a chance to know each other more away from our characters. 

Do I:

RP with them: Sure do.
Want to RP with them: yES PLEASE.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: She makes a great Vanille and I am happy she has gotten onto pyreflights. Really she is worth making friends with in character and out, her music is always great and her writing is so superb like wow plus them bubbles. She never fails to make you smile.  

              _{-   cradles her fragile feels gently   -} 

_{(ﾉ◕‿◕)ﾉ— I love your blog}

                                 _{“Aw, Thanks. I love your blog too! I can never get enough of that song you have on it as well.”}

           _{YOUR MUSE WILL BE SHOWN A RANDOM MEMORY FROM MY MUSE’S PAST.}

                                                                _{╌╌ A tear splits in the sky, a crack between the clouds revealing an image from the pink-haired past. The vision showed was to one she had only met briefly and even if they became friends quickly her past was but unknown to the other. A room manifested in the image, one she came to recognize- a whimper came from her younger self.} 

_{“I can’t do it!” Tiny fingers spread as the young girl threw her arms in the air in defeat, a pout formed baring flesh pink at the sight of her failed styling of her hair. Another enters her room pausing behind the doorway before stepping in behind her. She shakes her head and laughs at the sight. “What in the world were you trying to do Serah?” The brows furrow more on the older child’s face as her humor descends to utter confusion. Serah tugs at a mattered bit as she flashes a tongue at her, the failure she feels catches up with her and bows her head. “I..I was trying to get my hair looking like yours Claire. But I could never get it to work…I’ve always liked how you styled your hair like that, I wanted to become someone like you.” Serah lifts her eyes so that she met those of her sisters, who was taken aback- for a while.}

_{Her features soften, revealing a small smile and motions her hand, flexing her index finger out in a circling motion- she does as told and shifts in her seat with her back facing the other. With only the mirror to see, Serah silently watched her older sister work on the mess she had created, brushing through clumps of hair to smooth out- she gasps when a snap cracks between the two; the band Serah used to tie the hair had broke. “What do we do now?” Serah responds, as she couldn’t move from Claires hold all she could do was gaze through the reflective glass. Her sister’s eyes travel through the room in search for another band but none could be seen with the clutter her younger sister makes, instead pulls one out from from her own head, the pink locks falls over her shoulder.}

_{Serah was speechless at the act, the band was Claire’s uttermost favorite. Black slander bands addressed with colorful jewels tied in silver, it ties to the side of the younger sisters head and forwards both hands to frame her face in the way as she would use to. Now that she could freely move the girl faces the other, hovering fingers over the soft materials. “But Claire-“ A hand meets to silence her words. “As long as it’s only you who wears it Serah, I don’t mind. You’re my sister after all.” Claire was then showered by hugs and thank yous. Later then she hands her a similar band, Serah raises a brow to her sister, Claire just smiles. “That’s in case you lose that one, I know how bad you are with losing things.” Loud laughter was heard over even more complaint whines.}

_{No matter how bad Serah was at losing objects, those bands had never left her ever since.} 

                                                 _{[ ❢ OOC ] Okay, Thank You for asking me that. I have a survey here specially made for you to look upon and if you still have questions just let me know.}

                                         _{╌╌ Serah remained dazed as she continued to wander beside her blue-haired companion, the small press against her arm snapped her out of her hazy gaze, turning her head with a soft hum. The girl was puzzled by her actions until she followed to where her finger pointed towards the festive decoration hung above the two.}

                    _{A mistletoe.}

_{She knew of what the act symbolized and gave a small oh. “Yeah.” she replies, but her tone is more breathy than usual and she doesn’t know why. Her head falls back down to meet the others cerulean, nodding to her words and accepting to her own personal space. Though she was not quite prepared to the warmth of the others lips pressed to her cheek and flushes red, ghosting her fingers over the mark. It was only for a moment til she replied to the action, giving a peck to Aqua’s cheek and smiles widely as she pulls away. “Tradition, right.”}          

                 _{[ ❢ OOC ] Oh Ven. /squishes you into a hug. Sorry again but thanks.}

                           ╌╌ _{“My earliest?” the pink-haired chimed, tapping a slender digit against her chin. “I guess I still have memories of times I was with my mother and father, I was really small back then but it’s a precious memory.” She hummed a sad sound and laid her palms over her chest below the cocoon pendant.“I’m just glad I still can be able to remember them…"}