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"If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose, you must accept the thorns which it bears." -Isaac Hayes

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Ib by: 十五日

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無題 | Ayan [pixiv] 

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I was introduced to this band by a good friend of mine

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when she gets angry, she’ll clench and unclench her fingers over and over until she either finds an outlet for her rage or she just overall calms down. 

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… My memory fails me, but I can assure you that I wouldn’t normally come in here on my own free will. [ He could understand the hostility, and could feel his anxiety spiking because of it.  The sight of Mary in general did this to him, not to mention with an accusation that he attempted to murder her.It wasn’t just an accusation, he forcibly reminds himself.  She’s just a painting.  Not real by any means… but, her icy stare sure did feel real enough.  The hate-saturated inflection in her words hit his ears with a certainty that implied hurt, and maybe even a bit of betrayal. As much as he’d like to deny this guilt, maybe even push it onto his will to protect Ib in that moment she referenced, he can’t ignore the fact that it all could have been handled better.  Especially now that Mary herself is staring him in the face, palms coated in soot and the ends of her dress ruined by smolder and ash. ] I’m… I’m sorry. [ He trips over his words a bit. ]   I’ll make way with haste.

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You’re sorry... [ There’s a bitter laugh that bubbles from the back of her throat in disbelief. He was sorry? For what? That he had to see her again? That the fire didn’t finish her off and ultimately burn her into ashes?

He wouldn’t understand any of the pain; not the burn and not even the slap on the face they gave by leaving her alone -- he would never feel that. ]

You’re sorry, huh? Too bad, I don’t accept it. [ Her lips curve in a smile, but it was far from the childish one she used to wear. She uses her soot-covered hand to brush some hair behind her ear, clenching and unclenching her fingers over and over again. ]

Good. Leave. Now. 

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It… It would certainly make this encounter easier on my head…

[ A cautious step backwards to put a nice bit of distance between them, just in case he has to run. ]

I don’t understand what’s happening here.

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[ Her fingers curl and uncurl, itching for a chance to hurt him, hurt that face of his, but alas her knife is nowhere near her. 

Darn, a missed opportunity. ]

Why are you here? Not only did you take her away and leave me alone, but you tried to kill me! 

Just go away! 

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… My apologies, Mary… but, please tell me that I’m right in assuming this is a dream?

Honestly, does this look like a dream to you? [ There’s a click of the tongue. ] I bet you wished it was a dream, huh? 

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Please don’t tell me that we’re fine; I got too much on my mind. Isn’t this too plain to see? Maybe.

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[She breathed in, hand moving form her heart to Mary’s hand. Gripping it gently as she forced a smile.]

G-good.. I’m glad. I never wanted to stop being your friend..Mary.

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[ And she gives a squeeze to the hand that grabs hers, childishly giggling to fill the once tense atmosphere. ]

You know, I...I always wanted you to come back for me and you did! I was so mad at you, but that’s over now! We’re friends again! 

You won’t leave me again, right?

Right? 

Promise me. I won’t be as nice if you leave me alone again. [ She says in a sing-song voice, brushing her fingers along the back of Ib’s hand in a ghost-like to make sure that it’s real. ]

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