"You extend your arm because you’re able to reach out to the person in front of you. If you don’t extend your hand, you’ll regret it forever. You do it so you won’t live the rest of your life with regrets, there’s nothing else to it..."
Affiliated with Magica Quartet.
“But… Vodka-chan says sorry too!”
“Can’t you forgive us? …Please?♥”
“I didn’t ask for your forgiveness, you are free to do as you please. Your health is not my concern.”
(Source: homuraakemi)
For Her Black Knight (@homuraakemi)
More giddy and energetic than usual, the savior jumped up on the bed and sat on it. Madoka nodded her head excitedly as she answered the ebony. ”Yes, there is a reason! This one is really urgent!”
She slightly turned and rummaged through a small bag. “Now where is it?” asked the rosette continuing to search. She began to search more frantically and flipped it upside down. ”I hope I didn’t leave it at the store… Ah-ha!”
A small box fell out from Madoka’s bag. She grabbed it and pushed it into Homura’s hands very merrily. ”I’ve been looking for this necklace for a long time. I hope that it’s an acceptable present for your birthday.”
The ebony gave a startled stare at the necklace that was gifted upon her. Needeless too say, why and how were the questions that lurked within her mind… Until she abruptly realized that today was her birthday. April 30th— And also the day in which the Night of Witches; Walpurgisnatch would come across within this world, wreaking havoc. It was a sense of irony that plagued both her birthday, and the day of redemption.
She gingerly placed her hands on the small metallic chain on the necklace, admiring its beauty.
“It’s beautiful…”
She said softly, smiling sweetly towards the rosette. A small patch of crimson blush heated on her cheeks, from joy and wonder, as her heart fell into a mellow lake of compassion. Her other hand gently scooped the pendant within her palms as she held it gingerly. Her eyes narrowed slightly, glancing at the amethyst gem within the center, and attaining her gentle smile. For the moment, she was at loss of words, it felt wondorous to have her birthday to once again become a date of significance…
“Madoka drinking at this age, Madoka drinking in general.”
“Reeking of alcohol does not sound very pleasant to my expenses…”
homuraakemi started following you
She could only sense immense power that came from this girl. It was almost scary. ”Now what could you want?” she asked while glaring at the ebony. ”Are you here for the play as well? Or other business?”
Her senses only caused her to give a glare towards the witch. Surprisingly enough it spoke out to her, as Homura held a everlasting grudge towards her. But there was nothing she could do, for her kind could not exist. But she felt as though she was being played for—
“……”
She flipped her hair over her shoulder, and turned her head away in silence, this time, with a more welcoming expression.
homuraakemi has appeared.
“Oh, hello, Akemi-san.” Hitomi bowed to the black-haired girl, her own jade hair falling in front of her face.
“…Good morning to you as well, Shizuki-san.”
