(ＶＩＯＬＡ ＤＡＬＥ！)✯ heteroromantic asexual ✯ female ✯ shape-shifter; animal form is a black-footed cat ✯ form ✯ location: park ✯ tags: faust ✯ viola happily shoveled the last bite of pancake into her mouth before ringing the little silver bell placed at her table and calling over a waiter to pay for her meal. her cheerful mood influenced viola to tip the waiter a somewhat larger than usual tip.
she eagerly pressed her nose against the window, taking in the pinky flush of cherry blossom trees next to the road and the people walking by. how sad it was that each of these people had a story to share; a story viola would never hear.
the early spring was very gorgeous in the little town of esben, with flowers scattered all over and a promise of rebirth.
viola whistled a little tune as she and her bird walked; viola's wavy, chocolate-y brown locks were strategically placed in a way that they would cover her bird from passerby's eyes, but not enough that they would block the view of the little bird.
viola's feet carried her to the park, while viola's mind was occupied with far-fetched stories and fairytales. the park was somewhat empty, due to the fact that it was a monday and many people didn't have time to waste at the park.
"gorgeous," viola said cheerfully to argent. she half-skipped and half-walked through the dappled shade of the trees, which were holding many fresh buds and leaves the colour of a lively green that was unique to spring.
viola pulled out her sketchbook and a mechanical pencil, prepared to sketch something. "maybe some of those azalee flowers would do," viola murmured, indicating a cluster of small azalee flowers sitting in a pot near a wooden bench.
viola swung her messenger bag over her shoulder and eagerly walked over to examine the azalee flowers; she looked at them from this angle and from that angle, and even snapped a few photos of them with her pastel blue polaroid camera.
distractedly viola's attention was lost to a small field of white wildflowers near the bench, and much like a little girl, viola eagerly ran over to the field and snatched the wildflowers left and right to create a flower crown.
"i'm the queen of the forest!" viola announced to her bird, who had flown off her shoulder and was now perched on a low hanging branch from an oak tree. viola's brown locks were now intertwined with white wildflowers and a messy but charming crown of wildflowers sat on her head as she emerged from the field. viola spent a while pretending that she was a mythical Valkyrie from norse mythology and not a heavily flawed, never down to earth and shapeshifter girl. viola whisked away much time delicately adding more flowers to the crown on her head and announcing the victor of an imaginary battle (only to her bird, of course), and climbing trees, but pretending that she really had a gorgeous span of soft, golden wings that burned brightly in both night and day alike. how lovely it was being a child.
"whew. it is tiring being a valkyrie," viola laughed as she looked herself over in a still pond. she fondled her hair - which, despite the mess of flowers tangled into it, had a charming air to it.
"anyways, those azalee flowers will be the perfect thing to sketch," viola said as she stretched. "and now to find my....sketchbook.."
there was a pause as viola looked around in momentary horror.
"where'd i leave it? it was on a bench..." that was no help, as the park had many identical benches.
often viola was the one whose sharp eyesight and knack for details made her have a good memory, but being a valkyrie was more exciting than viola had anticipated and not even she could accurately recall where she had left her sketchbook.
chirrruuupp!
"you're right," viola said. "i should maybe ask somebody. who, though?"
viola's brown eyes caught onto another man; he was sitting on a bench and looked somewhat blank. however, the man looked agreeable enough and viola didn't think he appeared to threatening.
looks can be deceiving.
this was not any sort of a spy mission, so viola trusted in her gut that she didn't need to flip every situation into a spy mission. hastily she began wrangling the flowers out of her hair. she hoped that the man or at least somebody had saw her sketchbook.
do not hope; instead, observe.
viola had not noticed the man move at all, so it was unlikely he had seen her sketchbook; however, viola didn't thoroughly look through the park when she had first arrived, nor had she paid much attention to her surroundings while messing with the wildflowers. it was worth a try, anyways.
she approached the man with a (hopefully) friendly smile.
"hi there," viola said. "uhm - sorry to bother you! i'm looking for my sketchbook...it's pastel blue with some paisley patterns on the front cover, and i left it on a bench somewhere," viola explained. "have you seen it?"
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(kind of rushed, sorry ;v; i wanted to have viola introduce herself so that she and faust could interact more smoothly, but i just thought it'd be awkward because of what situation they are in now,,, from my experience, when you lose something, you just ask the person n after you introduce yourself like "oh, thanks for helping me!! i'm (insert name here), what's yours?" or something like that - maybe i'm just being weird lmao)
— i love you!!
