all we wanted was [light]

isola affiliated Märchen von Friedhof from Sound Horizon

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MÄRCHEN VON FRIEDHOF from SOUND HORIZON

you ever just die and then come back to life and then die again but now you’re alive again?

local amnesiac finally remembers stuff, has pretty much spent his adult life not knowing who he was

a conductor of the dead who is able to make corpses sing and dance about the circumstances of their death! a necrodancer? a necronductor?

anyway he’s a bit on the quiet side, and after spending a good while pretty much focused on others revenge he’s probably going to try and live a somewhat normal life?

please be his friend he literally has made one friend his entire life but also she is wonderful and effervescent and he loves her

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vonwettin​:

          SNOWFLAKES FALL, DANCING BENEATH FILTERED lights until the ground so graciously accepts them with welcoming arms. emeralds watch with each passing one, how they paint the atmosphere a monochrome vision, much like how the months have become to her since that fateful day. soft breaths unfurl in front of her, all the while turning her gaze which way, all before her gaze falls into another. not of crimson, but ones of gold, with hair dyed by the darkness of twilight with the hope of dawn barely breaking through tied tresses. someone familiar, like the dusk’s breeze which she felt that final day.

                                there was no denying this very existence in front of her-–

          turning, she steps forward only a few feet, drawn forward without any prompting before pausing only once he speaks. ❝ Yes. We… are no longer between that border of life and death, are we? After all, our next farewell was supposed to be… ❞ forever, she keeps herself from saying, knowing that both of them should have parted from such a place, much as he knew. hands hold themselves in front of her, wondering how much he recalls, especially after he had struggled so hard to recall his own promise until the very end. thus, she continues her pace before, little mind to any else around her, before she finds herself completely in front of him. questions swirl in her mind, yet there was something more important to her, even now in such a strange land she knew nothing of.

          ❝ … Mar. You still remember, don’t you? Everything that has happened up until now and the promise you kept, even after all you went through. ❞

She stepped toward him and he very nearly stepped away. Not for a lack of wanting to be closer, but for her being so real, so very near and what that would mean. It felt as though his heart had started beating once more, as though even now, living as he was and with his own memories and himself - although still not quite, never quite himself - and only now was his heart beating.

Her heart was probably beating, too.

Since they were here, together.

How were they together? Had they been given mercy? Had they been granted...

He takes a step forward, but she meets him and closes the distance before he can. Had she not before? Closed that distance while he struggled to know who he was and what he had promised and what she had meant - no, always, never the past tense - to him.

“I do.”

“I could not...I will never forget again.” His own voice was soft, and he wishes to embrace her as she had embraced him. His own mind, fractured as it had been and piecing himself together. He wants to, but...

He must look half the lost child, one hand half raised, looking at her like his own life had suddenly walked into the room. And his heart was beating so very fast. A man looking at his first love as though he was seeing her for the first time.

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@vonwettin​

Ah, her Christmas gift had been delayed, but it was for good reason. Or, well, it was for good reason after he had remembered that was something he should do. Ascending to her window, he held his hand out fondly. The idea may seem silly to others, but it was something she would love, and so it was important to him. More than anything, she was important now. His fond memories, his heart that had been so dead to his own feelings and emotions - dancing a macabre dance just as he could make others dance - and now it settled on beating.

And it beat quickly when he saw her.

“I want to give you your present.”

Nails painted, his hand was outstretched to her, standing on her windowsill like so many years before. How nostalgic, something he had not thought he could feel but felt nonetheless. How wonderfully nostalgic.

How different their lives may have been, had they not been enthralled in such a macabre dance. How different their lives can be now.

“We shall have to walk there.”

[eiternal-deactivated20241227]

✧ “I don’t even know why I’m gathering ingredients for alchemy when I can’t properly practice it here still. Old habits die hard, I guess?”

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“Mm.” His response is vague, and he kind of tilts his head. Maybe they did, or maybe they didn’t. Well, he did climb into Elizabeth’s window...

“...Do they count as old habits if you’ve only just remembered them?”

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It was nothing much, the gift she had thought to give. Nothing elaborate, at least, beyond the sentimentality behind them, nor was her approach anything fantastical. Rather, she had gone to his place of stay, knocked on the door, and waited for him to answer before holding out the bouquet of white roses peppered with a few crimson roses in turn. And, after a moment, she smiles, saying just three simple words. "Merry Christmas, Mar."

Oh.

When he opened the door, he had honestly expected to find someone for someone else. Not that Elizabeth did not visit, but more often he found himself going to her place of residence out of sheer habit. Habit he had only recently remembered and fell back into with ease just as much as he had fallen back into Elizabeth’s company with similar ease.

Not that he had much else to do here, but it wasn’t a lack of something do to as much as it was a desire to be next to her.

But still, he was surprised, and surprised even more when she held the flowers to him and told him what it was for. Blinking slowly, he took the bouquet, and realized in this moment he had nothing for her in turn.

“...Thank you.” Was the first thing he said, followed by, “But I...Have nothing for you. I hadn’t realized...” He trailed off, embarrassment staining his cheeks, and then even further, he felt the cold breeze on his face. “Oh, come in. It’s cold out there.” And it was Christmas, and neither of them should be alone.

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@decollate​

He looked absolutely confused for a moment as the small creatures disappeared out of sight. The sun had set a while ago, and it seems in his searching through this island he had wound up in some place where...Pixies or fairies seemed to roam. Blinking, he continued wandering into the area, the small creatures giggling at his confusion.

Two little blue ones with their cold little hands, pull on his own hand, and he sees two more fly around behind him. They star tugging at the hands of the young man who had also wandered into her. He doesn’t move himself, blinking.

“Do you know what they want?”

He did ask, staying in place as one of the pixies starts playing with his hair, discolored as it was and apparently a place of curiosity for the pixies.

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@underteika​

There was a gathering in the snowy evening. He had been around for a small bit, walking on his own had been odd but Elizabeth did not live close enough to him for him to not have to walk across the city. Not that he minded, and he enjoyed walking through both of their wards. Cotes was fantastical, and he felt as though it suited him.

But Archimedes was...Something ethereal at times. A place where angels lived, but were not kept tied to their houses. Although he was certainly not going to end up using the front door.

But something was happening.

He was drawn to it. A purple haired individual who could not be much younger than himself was there, brow furrowed.

Ah.

“Has something happened?” It seems as though he had walked directly into a crime scene. Not that he would recognize the equipment or anything else that was going on, but there was certainly a body in the street. Unmoving, clearly becoming cold but no clear cause.

It was only when he spoke that anyone seemed to look up.

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@vonwettin​

And as though their words had merely been the cruelest of preludes, she was there.

Snow fell around them, the lamplight on the streets and the colorful strings of what could only be described as fairy lights dancing around them and suddenly she was there. His own memories, his own mind was a hazy mess, pulled here and there and back and forth across a boundary that was not his own making but was his to skirt the rules of and yet when that dance had finally stopped here he was.

And here she was.

Struck dumb by it, he stepped forward slowly, eyes locked on hers. Were they not both...?

“You’re here.” A silly thing to say, but both a statement and a question because for their separation, for their longing and his loss of his precious memories of her, orchestrations of and beyond his control and everything, that feeling of being loved, of loving in turn and only having it hollow out the very center of his being until he could finally place a finger on it, be held by it and hold it.

That feeling that settled into his bones and let him know it was done. It was over and he must move on, and she must move on too and -

Now there was no promise to keep and no revenge despite the baton in his hands when he awoke on that platform there was only her. And there was only him.

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;; anyway here’s wonderwall - here’s a starter call for mär, capping at 5 for the moment! will vary in size as i get his voice down and will likely be winterfes related!

[isolaradiale]

without any prior reserve, here's Märchen von Friedhof from Sound Horizon. His application can be found under /app or the third button on the sidebar

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Marchen!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 229.

You will retain the ability to conduct the dead up to five times daily for up to five minutes each time and will receive a wooden baton. Likewise, you’ll be given a children’s book of fairytales.

– mod pleiades.

[snowqueenette]

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