child of misfortune.

without a word of farewell, she was gone. say good bye, good day, and goodbye. goodbye forever. { indie . }

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" Zelos! "

A voice would call out, and the figure of a woman would slowly come into view, clad in a light, yellow summer dress, greatly contrasting her jet black hair and scarlet eyes. Zelos had told her to dress lightly this time, so instead of wearing those big heavy dresses she had, Lacie had settled with this one.

They had spent a lot of time together since their first meeting, and even Lacie had lost count of how many places they've gone, decided on a whim. They would usually take turns, though Lacie came up with the weirdest places to go to -- so much so, that this time Zelos had come up with an idea, to which she happily agreed to. 

The woman would do a little twirl around the other before stopping, much like a small child. " It hasn't even reached the time we appointed yet -- what are you doing here so early? "

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this account is now an indie! please unfollow!

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Far but not enough to take him out of this land, far but not enough to make his mind stop thinking about it all. Far but not enough to erase his past mistakes. Wherever he went his mind was feeling guilty. Not even the breeze of the morning comforted Elliot’s noble heart. The ray of the sunshine didn’t warm him in the slightest. His feet carrying him away from that Village he found, that uncomfortable fort in which he would lie down during the nights to over think of what he have done, sacred where the few hours he could fall in slumber for they didn’t last longer than 3.

There wasn’t too much to do in this place, perhaps there was, in the least nothing that this noble found worth of lending time to do so anyway. His hands after a week or so of being here began to tremble, for they have had nothing to do and the feeling made him uneasy. Bringing them to the face in which the shake of them caught his attention and made him wonder what he had to do? Anything to ease his living was good, good enough to make him walk away from the limbo he had been going through ever since he had open his eyes to this light. The noble let a sigh escape his being and even more questions in his already crowded head.

“If only I could…”

The noble continued his march across the island without looking back, not even to the front of aside, whoever had run into him surely didn’t get any sort of apology, nor they got an answer if the directed to him, just not today. The time goes forth and forgives nothing, time goes forth and erases nothing. —-So many the steps he had taken and the Polis began to draw its own form in the distance, a quick glance the horizon didn’t seem appealing, nothing in this place was. Elliot could be out of his mind over this by now, but it really didn’t matter to him. The more he walked the shops began to appear, the smell of the cooking from different places, but his stomach reacted to nothing, the voices of people working, people laughing, people arguing, nothing pulling him back to this reality, his mental state driving him off the edge and just the memories making him questions the reasons for him to be back to life.

However a building in the Polis managed to caught his attention, whatever this place was, old and unfashionable at it’s best, but it seemed to be what it happen to be a music shop, perhaps only instruments, he didn’t know. Walking in without hesitating, as the place was completely empty, and to surprise him dust covered the instruments, was it that no one in the island found music worth of keeping an eye on? His insides had a twist, unsure if this was sweet or maybe it was bitter, Elliot opened another door, and inside a solitary piano, as if it was screaming for someone to remember it. The trembling of his hands became stronger, even if he wanted to speak his voices was broken. He walked further until he could reach it, and it felt celestial as his fingertips began to burn.

“…I—-d-don’t…”

Placing himself in the front, taking a seat on that dusty bench, both hands placed across the instrument and it began.  ♫ ♪ The echo of the tune inside the abandoned building as his fingers caressed every key, not even in the middle of the melody and one of his hands was already holding back the breathe coming of his mouth.

Eyes shut tightly fighting back all of the fucking memories, all of them, cheeks burning, everything inside him about to destroy this peaceful facade, nothing more than Leo’s stupid face in the back of his head, that stupid smile, those stupid lenses, the untangled hair covering his eyes. Why was it impossible to approach him again? “Forsaken destiny, and forsaken past…” 

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Just a walk. ♫ ♪

It had been a long time since Lacie had first arrived in Arcadios and honestly, she hadn't bothered to count the days that went by. Just a 'long time'. That's what she remembered her time here as. It wasn't anything special, although many interesting things certainly did happen. She had wandered into Polis alone -- it was funny, the first time she came here was for an impromptu shopping trip that a certain Zelos Wilder had taken her on, and they had found her a new, light blue summer dress to replace the big, bulky ceremonial one. 

It was much lighter with this, since the one before had caused her to sweat a lot -- it was a big, heavy, thick dress after all, and it had been the winter when she wore it -- when she died in it. It was still a wonder how it wasn't torn apart or at least stained with blood, retaining its light purple hue. It was stored away now though, in her little hut in which she was told belonged to her now.

But.. she didn't expect to hear the song her brother had composed, if only a little modified to fit a piano piece.

... ♫ ♪ ♪ ♫

A part of her dearly wished that it was her dearest brother playing that piece -- it was as if it was calling to her, pulling her in. The woman would follow the sound as she, once having caught onto the part of the tune, started softly singing along the lyrics she had made for it along to go with her brother's song, her voice, her lyrics spilling into the room as she slowly opened the door just a crack.

" Shining, glittering .. ♪"

She could see the figure of someone seated on a piano bench now, though she couldn't quite make out who it was through the dark lighting of the room. Lacie couldn't be bothered to find the light switch, and really, she didn't find it necessary to turn them on. It was nice like this.

She continued the lyrics without stopping, and although the person playing the tune seemed to have become hesitant at the sound of a voice and words joining them, they continued, as well. It was like both of them were in a trance, both captivated by the century-old song created a hundred years ago, and it really couldn't be anybody else but Oswald who knew this song.. right? It couldn't have been Jack. Even if the male could play the piano expertly well, he wouldn't have come here without Lacie. 

" My body is cloaked in golden light .. " The song was coming to an end, she could tell with how the music had flowed into a slower pace, each key reverberating around the empty, hollow room. It felt ridiculously lonely in here, with just the two. Like they had opened up an entirely new dimension with just this one song, with no one to disturb it and nothing to ruin it.

" I'm going to meet the Lonely One. "

Only when the song had finished did she take a few more steps forward, approaching the faceless pianist. Each step would echo about the room, and they didn't turn around to face her -- they seemed to be trapped there, stiffened like a statue. Gently, she would place her hand on their shoulder before daintily putting both hands to the sides of his face, moving it to face her own -- and it wasn't who she expected it to be.

" Who-- ? " No, it wasn't Oswald, nor was it Jack. It wasn't anyone that she had ever met or even seen before, and now her surprised expression matched his, hands still placed on both sides of his face. The younger male.. seemed clothed in what a noble would wear, and the aura around him seemed vaguely familiar. Lacie would be the one to voice the question which both of them wanted to know.

" Who are you ? "

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♚ blood bath or blood shower ? [closed]

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All he could do was stare at the woman as she reacted so bizarrely. In fact, she looked almost happy he had hurt her. Like that’s what she wanted all along. With a wary gaze, he followed the movement of her hand as she touched her own blood. His ploy obviously failed. She was fascinated, not scared leaving Flynn as confused as ever.

The blonde looked mildly disturbed as she licked the crimson liquid off her fingers. He could tell he wasn’t dealing with the average prim and pretty lady here, what with the sword swinging and baby talk. But this was a different brand of creepy he wasn’t expecting. Staring blankly at the hand she offered him, he made no move to respond.

Was he supposed to trust her now or something? Like this was all just some strange test that he passed? She just wasn’t making any sense at all. Though she had introduced herself, he felt less inclined to return the gesture. He didn’t even feel comfortable in acknowledging the name she’s given.

“I may have this… thing around my neck, but I refuse to participate, Miss.” He spat out stubbornly. No, he was tricked by that stupid goddess before. He’d refused to fall for her cruel games again. Whether he’s dead by the end of the week or not, he’d rather try his luck than lose face like that again.

“I’m not going to become a murderer.” He swore, finally lowering his own weapon to his side. With a tired sigh, he looked back at her face. While he could be envious of her carefree attitude, he didn’t appreciate how she was treating the entire thing.

“It’s not fun at all. Surely, you understand what you’re being asked to do. How can you smile like that?”

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"Hmm..? You say that, but at the first sign of an attacker, you quickly drew your blade to defend yourself, did you not? You got serious, and even cut me, didn't you? Then what if you were attacked again? Would you stand and let them take your life to save their own? Or would you try to negotiate? And let me tell you! People who are determined to kill will not be swayed by mere words. You'd only look like a coward. How pathetic!"

Hypocrite. That's what she was calling him, though she said it differently than just spitting out the word on its own. Though he said that he wouldn't be a murderer, if Lacie had been any more serious with how she was recklessly attacking him -- if she had continued it, wouldn't he have killed her to protect himself? Although the woman had her fair share of killing, it was all mostly to protect the toys she held dear. Jack, for example, when they had been attacked. She had easily killed them, messily ripping them to pieces and dancing the the blood-red rain.

--"How can you smile like that?”

Ah, surely this wasn't the first time she had been asked this question. 'How could you smile and laugh like that, while knowing the exact number of days you'll have to live? How can you act like you don't care?'

The words weren't exact, but she had been asked that once upon a time. Even Jack. And every time, she would give the same answer. "Oh, you see! It's like this! And my, I've been asked this so much that it feels like I need to write it down to hand over, or I may just become tired of answering! But ah -- once you've seen the world from every possible angle, once you've experienced all that could be, seen all the types of people there could possibly be -- you'd understand, maybe! Though your logic may still differ, but I'll tell you this: whatever I may be thrown into, whatever may happen in the future, the past, or the present. I simply.. 'accept' it, and move on, you see? Some things can't be changed. And if I just linger on and fret over every little thing, what's the fun in that?"

"Learn to live a little!"

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“Will you stop?! This isn’t a game!”

Flynn didn’t really get this woman at all. She totally blew him off for one. And although she kept attacking him, her blows took no effort at all to guard against. He was actually pretty sure if he stood still and just used his arms to block, it’s be just as effective. Was she even trying to get him at all..?

It was obvious she had no form at all when it came to swordplay. He could’ve struck back multiple times over, but he refused to attack a stranger because a stupid collar told him to. But as she suddenly picked up the pace of her slashes, Flynn couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed. Well if this was a game to her, he refused to play.

“…You should know, swords aren’t meant to be toys.”

And he had all the intent to prove it. Blocking her next downward cut, he used his blade to push her arm up and outwards, leaving her body open for an easy attack. While he could easy get rid of his collar problem right now, he instead chose to simply cut across the outer side of her shoulder. Not deep enough to be a major problem, but maybe the blood drawn would knock some sense into this woman. Or at least make her drop the weapon, seriously.

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"Oh--!"

Finally he had reacted, blocking her sword and pushing it away. She could have easily used B-Rabbit to cut him arm off right then and there to stop his attack, but she simply stood there, smile remaining on her face as his blade sliced through, easily ripping the sleeve of her dress. When he pulled back, she did as well, smile widening and letting the sword slide out of her hands.

Though she wasn't numb to pain, the sharp feeling of the sword cutting through the skin was more satisfying than anything. No, she wasn't a masochist, but she liked blood. She liked red, she liked the metallic taste and smell of it. Lifting a hand to wipe away the blood, only to have more squeeze itself out from the cut, she would bring the bloody fingers up to her lips, cleaning it off with her tongue.

Ignoring the blood that continued to slide down her arm from her shoulder and staining and seeping through the light purple dress, Lacie looked back up towards Flynn, now unarmed and smiling, though she extended a hand toward him like a little child asking for candy.

"My name is Lacie," she would say this as if she had never provoked him at all.

"That was fun, so thank you!"

She would wait a brief moment for him to respond and shake her hand or ignore it before it would lift up, fingers curling and index finger pointing at his neck -- at his collar. "So! Does that mean you're playing, too? Is that like, the player ticket or something! This game seems fun! A bit messy, but fun. Don't you think so?"

She must have seemed completely out of her mind by how careless she was about all this. But ah, she knew what she was doing. She knew that killing, or being killed was a serious topic, but she didn't like serious things -- much. If she didn't deem it necessary to act serious about, then she wouldn't do it.

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No words could describe how mortified Flynn felt when discovering that wretched collar around his neck. Scratching at the tight metal band, he sighed. If the conditions for his life were any different, he’d be far more likely to comply. Hell, he actually followed through with that goddess’ stupid game last collar. But this time… this was madness.

Recalling the single clue he was given, even the memory made him sick. ‘Kill or be killed’? Damn that. The weapons he was provided? Tossed as soon a possible. Even if his own life hung in the balance, he couldn’t possibly commit murder. As much as he didn’t want to die, he refused to compromise his own morals. But was he just supposed to resign himself to death..? The longer he contemplated the more twisted his own self arguments turned. Thinking about it just got too troublesome.

Pacing aimlessly near the edge of Gilneas, he figured the farther away he was from anyone, the farther the problem was. It was uncharacteristically cowardly, but it made him relax, if only in the slightest. Little did he expect to be attacked out here. At the sound of approaching footsteps and a giggling voice, the knight barely had enough time to turn his body before her blade had clanged against his shoulder guard.

“W-what the hell are you doing!?” Flynn roared, his usual composure totally lost to the wind. Quickly jump back and drawing his own sword, he glared harshly at the unfamiliar woman. Looking down at his hands, he had to wonder what he was doing. A few moments ago, he didn’t want to fight anyone, but as soon as he felt danger here he was ready to attack. Stupid force of habit.

Staring down the familiar collar around the woman’s neck, he wasn’t sure if he found his answer to the collar’s dare, but he wouldn’t just let himself be attacked. “…Don’t joke around. Do you seriously intend to fight..?”

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" Hee! Hee!"

Giggling, the woman continued to playfully slash at the other, though of course Flynn would have no idea that Lacie didn't really have the intention of fighting him. And despite having been a noble, she hadn't received proper sword training nor self-defense, since she always just depended on B-Rabbit to chop everything to pieces. She was pretty strong -- at least, her Chain was said to be the most powerful Chain in all of the Abyss. Although of course she wouldn't use it on Flynn, it truly was a dangerous weapon. 

Not to play with, at least.

At his words, she would laugh some more, laughing loudly and giggling and mouth opened wide in laughter as she continued to recklessly swing the sword at him, just waiting for him to fight back.

"Boo, you're no fun! Come on, come on, let's play! Go, go, go!"

She would make sure to try to swing the sword faster, enjoying the clang whenever the blade happened to make contact with the metal of his armour. It was extremely obvious that she had completely no experience in using a sword -- or active battle, really. So if Flynn ever got serious with her, she'd be in for it.

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♔ two unfortunate souls;

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But Vincent was not one to be toyed with, no. In fact, he was the one who usually pulled the strings, as he handed his own set to his brother.

Yet, according to Break, he was a rat. A goddamn, filthy sewer rat, who would do anything to get what he wanted. And in a way, he was. He didn’t care about morals, and was pretty sure he didn’t have any in the first place, committing crimes with a smile. His tip-top reputation would remain unharmed, no matter what he did, because people usually left Vincent to his own devices and left it at that. Also, bearing the last name of one of the four dukedoms aided his case greatly, even if he and Gilbert were adopted. If he was asked to remember his original surname, he would have not been able to answer.

“Oh, nothing worth much to most of this world… Just exactly who you are, that’s all.” And he would pick these hints up, and throw back in her face the ones he didn’t need.

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"Who exactly, you say?"

"Well, well, well! That would depend on what you mean! You can't just leave me to figure everything out on my own, you know! That's not what a gentleman does! You have to be more specific, or I might not be able to give you a satisfying answer! But if you would like the obvious, as I have stated before, I am Lacie. Nothing more, nothing less. I am myself, a once-insignificant speck of the world just like you. Just like everyone else."

She would dodge the ones thrown back into her face, playing along. Although Vincent may be trying to pull strings, Lacie could so see what he was playing at. It was laughable really, and having gotten over laughing at him, she only played along as if this were some game, letting him pull his strings and whatever he wanted. In short, she couldn't care any less if he were trying to use her. If that was even possible, really. This woman was frustrating to work with, and rarely ever took serious situations seriously unless it meant something to her. 

And this? This meant absolutely nothing.

She was a woman who had seen the world from every possible angle. The genuinely sincere people, the violent people, the selfish, the selfless, the criminals, the complete assholes. All of it. And she could easily see through Vincent's little facade -- as if she could see his heart. She knew what he was thinking. Maybe not his exact thoughts, but the general idea.

And she knew how to play along.

"Now! Please put more detail into your question! It's not like I can read your mind, you know!"

Heavily ironic.

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It was surely a peculiar thing to wake up to. A box, a key, and a note with only a few words that would send a chill down a regular person's spine. But for Lacie? This was.. normal, technically. In her world, where everything was so unfair, it was rather normal, though she lived in a sort-of high class manor where she was safe, unless she ran off from home, then anyone would want to take her in to sell her off for an extremely high price all because she was a 'child of misfortune'.

But -- only taking interest in the sword and poison, since she didn't really have much of an interest at all in boring firearms, she slipped the poison into a pocket, unsheathing the sword despite there being no use for it at the exact moment. 

Now, let's play a little game ! 

With a giggle, the woman skipped off carelessly into Gilneas Forest, dangerously swinging the sword around and humming that melancholic melody she always sung, except she modified it to a more upbeat-sounding tune. 

Though she would soon detect another person not too far from her --  kill or be killed -- it had said. Of course, she wasn't a bloodthirsty killer so she wouldn't kill without reason -- or hurt, really. But still, this was a fun game. And, waving the sword around wildly and in an extremely inexperienced fashion, like a child pretending to be a noble knight, she recklessly charged at the other, laughing eerily as she did. Although she pretended to try to slash at him, she let the sword bounce off the other's armour with a clang, lips curled into a wide smile, laughing all the way.

"Hey, hey, let's play! I wonder what kind of game this is? It's interesting, I'd give it that!"

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♛ atrocious stories

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“Lacie…it’s that song, that I love to hear.” And it really was. In an instant, her voice that so tunefully sang that melody had become his most favorite sound that this world had to offer. No music could compare. Nothing could ever measure up to his precious Lacie. In Jack’s eyes, she was perfect — completely without flaw. Even despite his knowledge that she only ever regarded him as a toy, someone to play with or rather something to play with. He didn’t care. So long as he could be by her side, that’s all that mattered to him. Jack would never push his feelings onto her, only desire to be around her, only desire for her existence in this cruel world. 

Lacie had once told him that his world was cruel yet beautiful. At that time he found it hard to believe, that was until she showed him the beauty of the world. It was not necessarily the world itself that he found beautiful. It was her single existence that made the world so breathtaking. She was the beauty that this world had to offer. Jack was certain of it! There was no telling him different, though if Lacie were to tell him, then perhaps he would change his ideals if it were for her.

“With your voice,” He spoke in a whisper, under the tone of her own. He didn’t wish to drown out her melodious song — so he kept his voice low, wrapping his arms tighter around her. Perhaps he did this out of fear that if he were to let her go, if he were to let her out of his sight then his worst fear would be realized yet again. And yet again he would be unable to stop it, to stop her from disappearing.

He would absolutely not let that happen! There would be nothing, nothing, would ever hinder him from her ever again. A small gasp parted his lips and he brought his emerald eyes to a close, speaking in an almost barely audible voice. “It sounds like paradise, Lacie. Nothing else can compare.”

Jack wished to lament his love to her, his devotion, loyalty, and everything in between. And as he prepared to do just that, instead…he froze. He seemed to snap back, eyes wide in shock at what he saw. His precious Lacie was in tears. Instantly his mind jumped to what he had done, wondering if he had done something wrong — had he upset her? Did he say something that caused this? He panicked in his frozen stupor, gloved fingers drawing away from her sides and moving to frame her face.

“Did I—?” Gently and cautiously, he drew his thumb to wipe away at her tears, fingertips flinching back in shock. The hesitation  was something he quickly forced away, trying to comfort his Lacie, wiping delicately at her tear tracked features, uttering her name over and over in worry. Her lack of a response caused him to worry, fretting over her and apologizing profusely for whatever he had done to make her cry. “I-It’s alright, Lacie..! Forgive me, ah…please smile, Lacie. Do you want me to do something?”

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A paradise? This tune? Hah, how ironic. 

Her life was a boring one. From a dreary, uneventful life filled with her counting down the days of how much longer she'll live -- or rather, be allowed to live -- down to arguments with her brother and running away from the manor several times. There was never such a thing as happy. Maybe she would smile, or laugh, but they were never genuine.

Only Jack. Only when Jack came into her life -- or rather, when she forced herself into Jack's life, things had changed. Years later, he was there again. He was the personification of what brought actual happiness into Lacie's life, making her days bearable, making her days enjoyable, making her life.. worthwhile. She'd sneak glances out the window when he left, feel a strange sort of fluffiness in her chest when she watched him approach the manor -- and yet she still knew that she couldn't do this. She would have to let go.

And now they were thrust into this so-called paradise. A place giving them a home, people, their daily life's necessities and more. It had to be a dream. This couldn't be real. They'd wake up in just a few moments and.. nothing. Was this a cruel dream after being destroyed? How long would this last? She'd rather it stop now, before it started to hurt. She didn't want it. Not again. Not ever.

But still, she couldn't resist a smile. It tugged at the corners of her lips, forcefully pulling them up, tears sliding past it. The look of her tears falling from her eyes and the smile to match it.. to put it simply; she looked so.. sad.

The song stopped abruptly as Jack's finger moved up to wipe her tears away, only making way for more to flow down. 

"What I want..?"

What did she want? To be free? To not have these ill-omened red eyes any longer? Happiness? To become someone else? To see her brother? To return to the Abyss, to their world, where she no longer existed? 

Her grip on Jack became tighter, tears no longer flowing down.

It would probably be easier to answer if he had asked her what she didn't want. It definitely would be easier to answer.

And she would say it now. That she really--

"Don't.. I don't.."

"I don't want to be.. alone."

And for the first time, she showed it. Unlike when she'd stop forcing herself to plaster on a strong face when she was alone -- this time, right in front of Jack, she dropped it, showing just how she felt.

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a little shopping ♪ [ closed ]

[notasissy]

The Chosen let out a robust chuckle as he observed the twirling display of the raven-haired female. Of course, he didn’t even bother cover his mouth with his hand like a polite young man might. No, he was just as open as ever about laughing loudly, there wasn’t a modest strand in his body.

As he was pulled along, he gazed at the various storefronts in an attempt to find any stores that contained dresses - or clothing - that seemed to fit the rambunctious female.

Huh, what could it be? Not something long, she’d just trip all over that! It has to be short… But it can’t be flat! No, this girl looooves to spin! She needs something voluminous that will spin with her! But it’s got to be classy, can’t have her walking around with something waaay too scampy, that’ll just ruin the fun, right? Although, I don’t even know if she would allow something like that… I guess I’ll just have to experiment~

The Chosen was completely enveloped in his own thoughts, he only noticed that the young female stopped when their arms lost their tension from being pulled. Blinking a few times, the cerulean orbs glanced down at the young female as his ears slowly registered exactly what she was saying. A warm smile slowly began to appear upon the redhead’s lips, “Of course I’ll choose for you! I’m not just a pretty face, you know!” With his free hand he narcissistically pulled at his own clothing. “I’ve got a pretty good eye for fashion, if you couldn’t tell.”

On the outside, it seemed he didn’t pick up exactly what she was saying but internally he made a note. Honestly, it didn’t surprise him, he had seen Aster with his own eyes and may others who were suppose to be dead.

Finger daintily gripped her hand as he turned about to spot a store that had the type of dress he was looking for aaaaand there it was! Gently tugging her hand, he hopped over to the store of his choice with a wide, mischievous grin - even though he wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary - and waltzed right inside.

Quickly, the duo was flanked by light summer dresses that were in breezy shades of yellow, blue and pink. The male gracefully stepped toward the dresses with the female close by before plucking one of the dresses by the hanger with a delicate grip so she could easily take it from his hand.

The dress was a soft poppy red with large white polka dots spread through out the fabric, in addition, the waist was cinched in with a lovely white ribbon which went around the back to form a stiff, medium sized bow. The dress had small pleats under the raised waistline and a light petticoat underneath the dress to give it some lift. Something like this.

“How about this one~? I’d match those pretty little eyes of yours!”

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Led into the store, the woman's eyes widened at the array of warm colours spread before them, eyes flickering from one dress to another in amazement. These were so unlike the ceremonial or noble dresses that she had always been forced to wear, unlike the plain white dress that she had worn the night she met Jack. No, these were more simple -- not fancy, but at the same time, they were beautiful. Unlike her heavy dress, they seemed so light and the fabric wasn't of the highest quality like her own dresses, but she wouldn't complain. After all, it made her happy to see such things.

Turning her attention to Zelos, who now had a bright red dress in his hands, she skipped childishly over to him, bending forward to inspect the dress, index finger lightly pressed against her bottom lip in a small pout. 

Red.

It's not that she didn't like it, she was just tired of being surrounded by it. Not that it bothered her that much, but still. Still. Walking backwards and doing a small spin to turn away, she walked along the stacks of clothing, skirts, blouses, dresses, shorts. Stopping at a rack of lighter colours, she slowly took a look at each one that caught her eye until she settled on a very short, lilac dress that seemed to stop just around the middle of her thigh. Of course, she wouldn't realize how questionable that would look to others -- or Zelos -- only that it provided so much freedom of movement with nothing in the way of her legs when she would try to jump or spin or run. 

Seeing as one or two racks of clothing stood in between the pair, successfully blocking most of the woman from Zelos' view, she thought it safe to start changing into the dress right then and there just to try it on, unzipping the back. The sound of a zipper alarmed the storekeeper, causing them to stand up in alarm and glancing at Zelos' face which would probably be very much in a perverted state right now. Hurrying over to Lacie before anything else happened, the woman would see the other hurrying towards her. 

'No, you change in there. Not out here!' She would say before gently pushing her along to a small room with a white curtain, informing Lacie to only open the curtain and come out once she was done changing. 

It took a few minutes or so to remove the dress and adjust the corset a little before slipping over the newer dress. It felt so nice, the sudden change from a big, heavy dress to such a lightweight and soft one. It felt like she were free of so many things, it was definitely a satisfying feeling. Although when she threw open the curtain, she would notice the storekeeper's face redden and gasp, seeing how short the dress was when Lacie actually put it on. It was embarrassing, really, but Lacie hadn't exactly noticed. All she cared about right now was how free she felt in the new dress.

"What do you think, Zelos?"

"Does it look nice on me? It's so light and comfortable!"

Of course, it used to be considered rude or obscene for women to wear anything that showed their legs, but considering the things that she had seen girls or women wear around here, she assumed that that had changed, and so she felt nothing of wearing such attire.

But of course, this dress just wouldn't do. And Zelos would have to say something, or someone would be in big trouble.

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To her words, he couldn’t properly answer if he were happy to see her or not. Happy just didn’t cover the immense expanse of feelings that were swirling, storming about inside of him. It was so much more than happy, he was ecstatic, in a euphoric bliss to have found what he had once thought lost to him forever. When you finally reach the goal that you had worked over a hundred years for, when you finally achieve what you have so longed waited for —- what kind of feeling was that?

“I’m so happy, it almost feels like a dream.”

Like that same snowy day, so many years ago, he couldn’t believe he had found her again. It truly was like a dream, for he could not believe how much bliss he was in. Was this place truly a paradise? Quite honestly, Jack only believed it was now, since she was here. Her existence was everything to him, plain and simple, if she were to exist — that’s all that mattered, nothing else did. Even if she were not around him, even if she hated and detested him, all he wished was for her to exist. This world was infinitely brighter with her in it.

He had become so consumed with happiness that he almost hadn’t heard her apology. What could she possibly feel remorse over that she felt she needed to vocally form a sorry towards him? It didn’t matter what had happened, all that mattered to Jack was that she was here. But, for whatever reason, one that he was unable to identify within him, tears misted his vision. A veil of gloss came over his emerald eyes and all he could do was stare at the woman he revered. 

“Lacie…”

“You don’t have to be sorry, Lacie. Because,”

The Vessalius hesitated with his words, a bit overcome — but he attempted a smile, face flushed lightly with hues of pinks across his cheeks. Despite his overwhelmed tears, he leaned down and wrapped his arms tightly around her form. She would disappear, no — no, he would absolutely not let her disappear again. Before, he had made so many mistakes but now he had a second chance, he would not let her disappear again. Jack would do anything to keep her in this world, to be by her side and keep her from harm, to keep her happy. With that silent vow, he held her a bit more gently, eyes closing in an bright countenance. 

“You’re here now. Lacie, I finally found you again..! So please smile, my precious Lacie.”

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It was all Jack's fault. Of course, she was to blame as well, but it was on a whim that she approached him that day. Just another one of her fancy little games before she would be forced back to the manor. And yet, unlike all the others, Jack found her again, and although she didn't remember him at first at all, the memories came back. One by one, piece by piece, bit by bit until the memory of the single, missing earring came back to her. Almost even knocked the breath out of her. Why did she remember? Why was he here? How? She didn't think that she'd ever see him again. She thought they were out of each other's lives for good. She had completely forgotten about him, and yet Jack continued to cling to Lacie, like a loyal dog and its master.

The melody, do you still hear it? Does it resound through your mind, like a continuous, unstoppable tune? Or has it become chopped up bits of your memory? Do you still remember the lyrics to that one song? 

Do you r e m e m b e r . . . ?

She could. The melody that her brother composed, the lyrics that she thought up to go with it -- Lacie. On that certain day, Jack had gave a name to that tune. To that song. It was a song created by the three of them, one constructing the melody, the other constructing the lyrics, and the other to give it a name. A name that would be remembered even hundreds of years later. Memories of Lacie was carried on that way. Even though she had been gone, she lived on in that nostalgic song.

The arms wrapping around her brought back memories of their re-encounter. Although this time it was different -- there was no shock or surprise, and she remembered him, too. And slowly, her arms would raise as well, gently wrapping around Jack's back, a hand resting on the back of his head.

So please smile.

Please smile, my precious Jack. 

She couldn't return those words. Something in her heart held her back from it, and when she opened her mouth to speak, softly, a melancholic tune could be heard instead, though it was sung in soft whispers, as if she were trying to say something to Jack. Leaning forward and resting her head against his, the other's hair would brush over her face, crimson hues disappearing under thin eyelids as they closed shut.

Drip.

A single teardrop would slide down, making its way to her chin, then falling against Jack's cheek. More came down, wetting his hair, his clothes. So many emotions that she couldn't convey, so many things she wanted to say. 

But instead, she carried them to his heart with this single song.

Lacie.

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Who What Where (Prompts)

Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)

Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)

Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)

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♔ two unfortunate souls;

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Liar, liar.

But it’s okay:

We’re all mad here, anyways . . .

So indeed, let’s play her game of attaching pronouns onto things which haven’t been previously specified. Vagueness was always so difficult to play, but if done right, was one of the best forms of fun, because there were always so many underlying, hidden feelings, emotions that could trigger the strongest of earthquakes - yet, they were squashed down and hidden under fake smiles and artificial voices, imbued with nothing short of the sweetest sap.

“Being too curious can be the spark of one’s demise.” Vincent wasn’t one for losing, but he was willing to temporarily shove aside his curiosity, if it would cause a rift in her step. Over time, he had learned to make patience his best friend. Gil, Gil, for him, Vincent would wait forever. He needed time on his side to execute his secretive plans properly.

“You ask me that question as if you expect me to know,” he replied, smoothly. “I know their names, but my knowledge is limited. If I did, would we be having this conversation, on this particular topic?”

After all, a chess game can only be played by two people.

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If he were to shove aside his curiousity and questions, Lacie would simply drop the subject. She didn't have the patience or interest to play along with his little game. If he wanted information out of her, she'd simply give it away. It's not like she cared much. What she knew only went so far, and with most of the people she knew when she was alive gone and dead, she could care less about the existing ones. She never did care in the beginning -- at least, not for the ones she never had the chance to get to know.

Though she knew his type of person. She knew all the kinds of people that were out there. From every possible angle, she's seen them. "Knowledge, huh?"

"It seems to come with great value -- no matter how useless. Say, just out of mere curiousity, why do you wish to know? About us Baskervilles?" Purposely, she would drop hints among her sentences. They were fairy easy to pick up though, which only showed that she wasn't trying, but merely testing his patience. 

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Only taking a few more decisive steps (in the wrong direction) the Vessalius all but froze the instant a familiar tune reached his ears. It was near impossible to describe the feelings that swarmed him in that instant — the heart stopping realization, the unwarranted flip to his stomach, the wild and erratic confusion tinged with adrenaline. Though he was not able to regain himself, for he had began to look around in a panic, hoping desperately that he was not hearing things — that what he was hearing, was actually there.

It had to be there.

She had to be there.

It was faint, but he sword he had heard his name. She spoke it — right? There was no mistaking it! Her voice, that was definitely her’s! It couldn’t be anyone else’s, no one else could have her voice. Again, he was stormed with an abundance of feelings, swirling emotions that he simply did not know what to do with. Erratically, he looked to and fro, emerald eyes frantically, desperately, searching.

As he always had been.

Now was no different than what he had been doing for the past hundred years since his death. It was all an orchestrated plot of his in the end. It was simple really, since he didn’t care who he used, what he said, nor what was done in the end. It all justified the means. Her existence was above anything and anyone else to him — he would do anything, if it meant she could exist, it if meant he could bring her back. However, he had never been this close before! Before he could take another step, once again in the wrong direction, there was a tug and pull on his braid and he felt his heart stop at the voice, now so close to him.

Quickly he turned and was stunned, frozen once again in place by her appearance. It took him a moment to register just what was exactly happening — but when he finally did, he did not stop himself from abruptly acting. The Vessalius’ features lit up brightly, the happiest expression having crossed his face. He gripped onto her hand and drew her close, only saying one thing.

“I finally found you!”

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The happy expression had caught her off-guard. But she guessed that it was to be no surprise. Even after knowing full well that she had lied to him, he was basically radiating joy off of him, that huge, genuine smile on his face, the genuine happiness that she could hear from his voice. The hand that gripped hers, that gave her a feeling where he never wanted to let go. As if she would disappear again, without even a word of goodbye. 

"Found me? Have we been playing hide-and-seek all this time?"

Had she missed him? Him and that undying loyalty of his -- just like a dog. -- had she missed his company? The one who looked past her red eyes? Treated her as someone lucky? Like she brought great fortune just by being around him? The one who she may have even grown feelings for, once upon a time?  Or maybe that was just all ancient history now. 

Not maybe. It was. It is.

And here they are again, pieces of the past, linked together once more like puzzle pieces.

"Are you that happy to see me?" And with that, she gave a genuine smile as well. One that hadn't ever really.. been made, so it was a weird feeling. A new feeling.

"I suppose I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you at all."

Those words rung true; at least, she meant them. She really did. And it was beyond her why they were. Knowing when she would finally disappear from the world, she hadn't wanted to form attachments. She had almost reached it, too. But at the very last moment, she had slipped up. Met someone who was different than all the other pets, influenced them far too much, and as a result, they had found her again. The only one out of so many that she couldn't even remember, had come back to her. 

It was a mistake, if anything. And yet..

They were here again. Was this fate? Was it being cruel, or was it giving them a chance? Was it the misfortune she caused that brought him here, or was it something fortunate? Despite all that, he was here now. And with her pulled so close to him, their faces so close, intense, crimson orbs staring into the other's emerald ones, the only words she could mutter were few, but powerful enough.

"I'm sorry, Jack."

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Shock was, of course, initial. It reigned within him, emerald eyes only able to glance around at the surrounding in complete and utter confusion. Once he managed to grasp the concept that he was not in fact, where he was supposed to be, or rather — where he wanted to be, a long sigh parted his lips. This was by, no means, any part of his plans. He had to make do with what he was left with, yes, but it didn’t mean he necessarily liked having to do so.

Why could nothing ever be easy? He asked himself this, daring to take the first few steps in this world he did not know, wondering where he should begin to head. As far as his eyes could see, the landscape, the areas, were completely unfamiliar and unlike what he had become accustomed to. For now at least, he would be forced to become acquainted with whatever was here. Though, he did not plan to stay here for long —- he had much too much to do back home, after all, it was no easy orchestrating all that needed to be done. Not only that but, he halted a step and pressed a gloved hand to his chest, looking from left to right as if the answer to his unsung question would pop up any second now.

“Where on Earth am I?”

Feigning a slight smile, he decided to at least head somewhere. He was not typically someone who would sit and wait around to do things. Those who knew of his devices, and no one really knew, would be able to tell that much. Still, he wouldn’t mind if someone were to happen along and at least help him get his bearings about himself — or at least, if nothing else, tell him where he was and how in the world he had gotten here. Perhaps if fortune was smiling upon him, he would be able to figure out a way back as well — but that may have been pushing it. Honestly, he’d be content with just some sort of direction at this  point.

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Would it change anything if Lacie was here? This unwanted place that he was in. If Lacie was here, would he change his mind? Would he want to stay? Would the mere fact that the woman he had been searching for, planning for all along, was here shatter all his plans? Make him throw them away as if they were nothing because they were no longer needed?

While the man had been confused upon his arrival, the young woman, by chance, walked past, though far away-- but still close enough for Jack to very faintly hear the soft, melancholic melody that left her lips, reverberating through the air. However, as her head turned side to side to view the landscape around her, the song was cut short, red eyes widening at oh-so-familiar scene a few distances away. A back that she remembered so clearly, hair twisted into a single braid longer than she remembered.

"Jack.."

The name was whispered quietly enough so that even the wind would not have been able to carry it over to him. And almost as if it was against her will, her feet turned, along with her entire body, taking uneasy but firm steps, each one lightly continuing after the other. 

Just as she was about to reach him, he had begun to move in the opposite direction of her. And with a quiet 'ah!' her hand would stretch out, fingers wrapping around and taking hold on the long braid. Although she wasn't a violent one, she gave it a small, sharp tug, pulling a mischievous smile on her face.

"My! Hasn't this grown since oh-so long ago!"