And Tomorrow Never Came

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      For a few minutes, you can forget. It doesn’t matter that a man was executed for crimes he wasn’t guilty of, and that in your mind, it could have easily been Martel. It doesn’t matter you’re both trapped in this city at the mercy of unaffected men in coats who could wipe your memories, take away everything you love, kill you on a whim. It doesn’t even matter that you’re thousands of years older than she thinks you are, that you’re not her Yuan and you can’t be anymore. For those precious few minutes, all you can think about is the fact that you’re together again, so close you can feel her heart beat. 

      A bird starts chattering in the tree behind you, and you remember where you are. There are better places for a moment like this than standing in the middle of the doorway. You pull away slowly, trailing over her arms before taking her hand in yours.

      “We should go inside.” You speak softly but try to keep your tone light – you want to hear her laugh and agree, even point out that you’re the silly one who didn’t want to move into the house in the first place. Anything to keep up the illusion a little longer.

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It was a terrible thought, but it was nice to have Yuan close, even in this circumstances. I felt like he didn’t want to spend time with her anymore, but this gave her confidence that there must be a reason for that. Martel gave him a solemn nod and a squeeze of the hand before leading him inside.

They were lucky they had the living room to themselves today. As much as she knew both of them cared about her brother, this seemed like a bad time for him to be around. Sometimes it had to be just the two of them, a lesson that hard for her to learn on their journey. Once she searched the living room, she went to the couch. He looked tired. Maybe sitting down would help.

“Yuan-” She paused, unsure of what to say. Should she ask what the thing in the video was? No, that seemed too sudden. Say he was welcome there? No, that was too sudden as well. All Martel could do was giving him a sympathetic look.

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As the festival finally comes to a close on it’s last day, the most awaited event takes place. A floral background takes center stage in the Fairy Ring. A runway decorated with different types of flowers had been made especially for the occasion. Hours and hours of work had went into making sure that everything was perfect. Bright lights on the right and left side illuminate the runway along with one special circular platform that Marinette stands on, microphone in her hand. She looks confident, ready to speak when her cue is given. As people begin to slowly gather around and wait for the long awaited Fashion Show they were promised, Marinette clears her throat and begins to speak. ❝ Welcome to Hive City’s first ever fashion show! I won’t talk for long, but I’d like to thank Ava for allowing me the chance to do this! It’s always been my dream to be able to host something like this, so it’s a huge honor. It’s not about me tonight, though! ❞ she pauses, and the spotlight goes to center stage, where the curtains hide the awaiting models who were to walk out at any time. ❝ Tonight is about our lovely models! I’m proud of all of them, they worked hard to create something that was all their own just to strut their stuff tonight…so let’s get started, shall we? ❞

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      The door opens before you even lower your hand, and there she is. Concern is written all over her face, and a vague part of you feels guilty that you’re the one who put it there. But more importantly, you can see for yourself that she’s okay. It’s enough to make the images of shaky, bloodstained hands and the sound of Mithos’s screams dissipate for now, but you need more than just that right now.

      You pull her into a tight hug the moment you cross the threshold, not bothering to close the door behind you.

      Your heart flutters in your chest with both fear and relief, and you have to remind yourself to breathe in. You can smell the earth and an unidentifiable, familiar sweetness on her that makes you think of safety and a time long past when you would lie curled against each other and trace patterns on each other’s skin, and oh gods, it hurts you, almost as much as the memory of smoke burning in your lungs just a moment ago.

      You don’t speak; you just run your hand slowly up and down her back, as if she were the one who needed to be soothed and not you.

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He was here, but he was clearly upset. It should have been expected. Whatever was in that video file, Martel had no doubt that it was extremely graphic, had to have been terrible enough to do this. Any anger she could have at the posted was almost completely smother by her concern for Yuan.

Questions about is wellness and safety were choked out by a deep need to just see him. The hug was returned without any hesitation, attaching to him as though they were a pair of magnets. She rested her face against his shoulder, wising for not the first time that she could just tuck her chin on it as a taller person might have.

Martel relaxed a little as he ran his fingers over her back.She pressed up closer to him, but relaxed her grip around his waist. Even if he was panic, he was here, and that was good enough for now. It felt as though they both needed this. Some of the fears she had (’does he not like me anymore, did I do something wrong, did he lose interest’) were pushed down for the time being as she was held.

The silence held, but to Martel it was more comforting than any words either of them could have strung together.

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      The thing about gifts was that you had to actually make sure they were delivered. Picking out a rose for Martel was a wonderful idea in theory, but you’ve run into the same problem you’ve had all day – for some reason you don’t entirely understand yet (and it makes you feel shaky and hollow and cold in a way that has nothing to do with temperature), you don’t want to meet her here.

      You’re running your fingers through your hair and wondering when the sunlight got so bright when she approaches you. She looks fine, of course. Beautiful, even. Martel is at home in places like this, surrounded by kind people and celebration and flowers. For a moment, you forget to breathe and simply stare at her with an awestruck expression – but the rest of the world comes back into focus too quickly and you look down at the rose to hide just how pale you must be.

      “It’s a gift. For you. It’s supposed to have a good luck charm on it.”

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Martel was unable to stifle a giggle, but managed to stop it before it turned into an ugly laugh. Yuan’s expression reminded her of when he first wanted to court her. She hadn’t noticed for quite a while, due to being a bit of an air head at times, but in retrospect it was incredibly obvious. He was always so handsome when he was flustered. However, even with the fluster, he seemed a little uncomfortable with the crowd. She’d best not leave him standing around long

“A good luck charm? Well, I guess it has already brought me some, given I happened to run into you today.”

If she didn’t know that Yuan was uncomfortable with public displays of affection, she would have given him a kiss on the cheek. For now though, she just gave him her warmest smile and took the rose from him. Careful of the thrones, she tucked it behind her ears, leaving it to stick out of her hair, the red contrasting with the pale green of her hair.

“Thank you. It’s wonderful. Oh, there’s something I wanted to show you.” Not really, but she knew a flower patch near by that was almost entirely empty. She didn’t feel it was necessary to admit she was trying to help him get away from the crowd. “Would you mind following me?”

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“I guess I shouldn’t have expected any different. Yuan was never very social. He’s still the best to me though.”

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Her throat was a little sore from trying to get so many people to vote for her fiancé for the Rose King. Maybe yelling at people was not the best method of advertisement. After getting something to calm her throat, a flower smelling sweet drink that she brought from a stall, Martel went to return to her previous position, only to notice Yuan walking around with a rose.

She could hardly help herself, feeling the need to make a comment. Her lips lifted into a smile and she approached. Her voice gained a teasing tone, one she rarely used with anyone outside of her closest friends.

“Oh, is that flower for me? Or did you get it from a secret admirer?” Both were plausible in her eyes, despite the playful tone. Yuan was very handsome. She wouldn’t be surprised if some people were charmed by him.

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There was a lot going on for Martel right now. In addition to worrying about her design for the fashion show, Martel has another duty. Namely, making sure as many people voted for Yuan as possible. He’d never been too social, and she didn’t imagine he had too many friends. As such, he could use as much advertisement as possible.

As such, she stood near the voting area, waving to anyone that past. Nervousness clogged her throat for a moment. She probably looked somewhat vain. People probably thought she was asking people to vote for her, regardless of the fact she’d only really looked at the one category. Maybe someone should have checked out the Rose Queen category. However, her determination won over her nervousness.

“Hello!” she called out. “If you haven’t already decided who to vote for, please consider voting for Yuan Ka-Fai for Rose King! He’s really the best candidate!”

Yep, she was not hiding this from him in the slightest.

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“You really are a fool,” he sighed and resigned himself to that. Well, it’s not like he cared whether it all worked out for her or not. What she said though, about trust, he found himself groaning slightly and shaking his head. Trust is an important thing indeed. However, for someone like him, it was not that easy to trust someone. One could say he was traumatized and it was highly likely that he would never trust anyone ever again. Tolerate, perhaps, but trust? That’s too strong a word for Baltheon.

“But whatever. It doesn’t involve me anyway. As long as someone isn’t in my way, it’s no bother to me,” his nose itched a bit and he rubbed it against his shoulder since his hands were a bit full.

“How much farther?” He asked, since he was fairly new to this science experiment of a city. That in itself pissed him off a bit too. All his troubles came from being a lab rat. And here he is, a lab rat once more.

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“I could return the notion, but I’ve come to realize that nobody that I give that title to cares what I think. Which, actually, is the reason I give it to them.” Normally it only extended to people who didn’t heed her warnings about limits and decided to get themselves hurt even more. Normally, she had no time for that type of person, no matter how much she tried to help, it was a two way street. Right now, though, she needed this man to carry the goons for her.

“It isn’t far now. Just another block more, I believe. Then you will be done with them, and by extension, also done with me.” Martel had no intention of sticking around after that.

She looked over to him once again. “Your injuries are not something that needs treatment, correct? You said they weren’t before, but I having been assuming that was largely bravado.”

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To: Martel From: Yuan

[✉] I’m on my way.

      You fasten your cape around your neck, toss your phone onto the bed, and step out the window.

      You arrive at Jehanne’s house faster than you have any right to. At least, you’re pretty sure it’s her house. It’s the only one that matches the description. Still, you hesitate for a moment before rapping sharply on the door.

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Part of Martel wanted to wait outside for him, but she knew he’d end up worried. Instead, she stayed in doors  Or rather, directly behind the door. She knew it would take him a while to arrive, but she could hardly be expected to wait somewhere else.

The moment there was a knock, the door was pulled open, showing the worried half-elf behind it.

“Please, come in.” She stepped aside, welcoming her fiance into the house.

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      You let out a long sigh of relief at the quick response. It makes it a little easier to stop your mind from wandering.

To: Martel From: Yuan

[✉] Someone was murdered. They sent a recording of it to everyone in the city.

      You look out your window, grit your teeth, and begin writing another message before you can talk yourself out it.

[✉] Please. Where are you. 

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The quick reply made Martel freeze. A murder? She knew this city was dangerous, but recording it and sending it people. That was done to send a message, not just for malice. She was uneasy.

To: Yuan From: Martel

[ ✉ ] That’s horrible. [ ✉ ] I’m at home in Sector 004. Where Mithos and Miss Jehanne live too. [ ✉ ] Come by, please.

She left out the unwritten ‘you don’t sound okay and I think you need someone to talk to right now’.

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      You don’t finish watching the video before you have to close it again, hands trembling for the second time in so many days.

      After a few minutes spent staring in mute horror at the screen, you pull up your contacts and take a second to reassure yourself that Martel’s name is still on the list before composing a new message.

To: Martel From: Yuan

[✉] Don’t watch the video in that last mass text if you haven’t already. 

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Martel had been out for most of today, working on a design for a new dress. She was hardly one of the better designers in town, but she enjoyed the art. It had left her a little distracted and she didn’t notice her phone go off until she heard the jingle she set for Yuan.

It had been a while. Something was off with him and it felt like he was avoiding her. When she opened the phone, she noticed she had a lot of messages. Luckily, she opened none of them but Yuan’s. Her brow quirked. Was something wrong?

To: Yuan From: Martel

[ ✉ ] A message? [ ✉ ] What’s wrong? Did sometime happen?

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        ❛I-I don’t mind modeling a dress for you. Though I have to ask, what’s this festival you speak of? I didn’t think they would hold festivals here.❜

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“Oh, wonderful! And you have such lovely hair too. I could think of a great dress design for you!” It took effort for Martel not to sweep her up and pull her away for measurements. “And yes. I saw advertisements for a Flower Festival and there’s a dress designing contest and it seems like so much fun, don’t you think?”

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“Would anyone care to model a dress for me? I’d prefer a woman, but anyone would work. It sounds like fun, making a dress for festival.”

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“If you can’t finish off a foe in a single strike then you might as well consider yourself dead,” he spoke in a manner that depicted his experience on the battlefield. Obviously, their stances were different on this one. It was most likely that the battles they had fought would be different as well. He was a demon so maybe that contributed to it. He would agree that pride was no place in battle. His actions stemmed more from lack of trust.

If she was making a big deal about it though, he really can’t argue given that he got injured from thugs. Well, he cared less about a ‘demon’s pride’ and more about the confusion that arose from a human being able to harm him in some way, albeit barely anything serious.

“You trust too quickly. Are all healers like that?” He would bring up trust once more. He really couldn’t wrap his head around that. It was because he had almost completely lost the concept of trusting someone after getting sold out and going through something worse than death. “That sort of thing will get you killed–or worse.”

In his eyes right now, she was an idiot. A good person, but still an idiot.

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“And yet, here I am. I’m hardly a great fighter.” Well, that was a lie. When someone tried to hurt her friends and family, she was terror. Light magic could do some terrifying things to the human body, and ever since she became an angel, it became even more frightening. Despite that, she chose to be a healer, feeling she needed to make up for all the damage she’d done and keep her friends alive.

“Healing, to a degree, is about trusting. Patients have to trust me to put them back together, and I have to trust them not to harm me. It’s come back to bite me before, but I picked my path for a reason. But, to answer your question, no, not all healers are like me. Most prefer to keep their distance, but morally, they are obligated to help whoever they can.”

Martel looked to him for a minute, irritation clear in her expression. She wasn’t going to change, no matter what he said. He was hardly the first to try to change her. At least Yuan was a little more charismatic about it (but not much). “Besides, we all die someday. If I die doing what I chose to do, it would be worth it.”

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It wasn’t his thing to apologize. Nor was it a habit of his to show weakness. He tried to avoid that as much as he could given his circumstances. If anything, it was more rooted as to how he did not trust others too easily. That and pride. He was a demon, after all. In the empire, strength is everything.

“I’m used to being on my own. I haven’t heard of that saying until now,” he would respond and nod as he followed her with the unconscious men in tow. If anything, Baltheon exuded something similar to a man that was changed. Changed by terrible circumstances. He was quick to retaliate and did not stop at making things even.

“I’ve been through worse,” and those words would confirm that there have been more ordeals that he had gone through and this was but a trifling matter. He was mostly caught off guard. The city was new to him and he had not his full strength at the moment. It was frustrating and being attacked just provided the outlet for letting off that steam. “This much is nothing.”

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“Well, you should take it to heart. Healers need to keep people alive, and in a battle, it is often a lot of people they need to tend to at the same time. For me, I’m treating as many a forty at a time. They have little choice but to believe a patient about their pains. Lie and it could be your life you’re wasting and I don’t like when my patients die. Remember, pride is poison on the battlefield.”

Martel huffed. She didn’t mean to sound so irritated. Normally she was good natured, but the injured brought out the worst in her. ...That probably wasn’t a good thing, but it meant she cared. Now aware she couldn’t trust the man to state his true injuries, she scanned him over once. Nothing seemed too serious. If it was, he wasn’t showing it.

“I’ll give you a check up later. Even if the injury is small, it’s never good to tax your body. The soldiers who ignores her little injuries is the one that falls in battle, weighed down by years of papercuts.” Not that paper cuts could do it, but she didn’t want to outright admit that was her nature. Ignoring her injuries, Martel had always been needed elsewhere. she had no time for herself.

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❤ Dating Sim Tropes ❤

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Reblog and fill in with details about your muse as if they were a character in a Dating Sim. (Inspired by Huniepop)

Name: Martel Yggdrasill Their Profession: Healer/Tree Where they can be found (e.g. park, café, gym etc): Park and grocery store Favourite food type (breakfast, junk food, veggies, etc): Sweets Favourite alcoholic drink: Straight Vodka Flanoir Potion Favourite trait (romance, passion, sexuality, talent, flirtation, sentiment, joy): Romance, joy Where they would go on a date: To do community service Ideal gift: Feathers or flowers How many dates until they go to bed: Only at maxed affection (8-10 dates), will cuddle in bed before hand though, at 75% affection.

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The Saint and the False Goddess | saintism |

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     hearing thanks is not entirely foreign toward the woman herself, but for the reason itself is one she has never been praised for. That something as minuscule as kindness must be appreciated in such a manner than how often it should be displayed. There is a small nod in turn toward her comment of such, though the maiden of France does not relish in it. Rather, she is merely gladdened at all that she can do some form of kindness in this city the best she is able, chuckling ever so slightly at her further comment of being a burden.

     ❝ You need not worry of feeling you are a burden. I am more than happy to accommodate those in need, though your searching for a job is also appreciated if you are capable of finding one that treats you well. ❞

     Stepping forward, she glances toward the hallway which is littered with several doors. Some belonging to rooms, a few others to general facilities and closets that have left unattended. ❝ The one on the far left is my own, but any other you are free to take. If you wish, you can stay with your brother in his as well, if you worry for him as much as you say, ❞ the offer in good intent rather than to poke jest at her sisterly affection.

     ❝ I fear I know not of those prejudices, howsoever, despite ones of beliefs… but I will do my utmost not to reveal this unless you both wish of it to be known. It is the least I can do. ❞

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When she had first heard her brother was living with a stranger, and not just a stranger, but a human, Martel had been concerned. Even after meeting her, the girl hadn’t been sure that Jehanne really was doing this out of kindness. She was so used to ulterior motives, but it was becoming more and more clear that there were none. That this was truly how the French woman was. It was a get relief, and the green haired woman felt herself relax a little.

“Thank you. Even though you say that, I really would love to be able to help out. You’ve done my brother and I a great kindness, but I’d feel much more comfortable knowing I’d be able to assist in some way.”

Martel follows the woman’s view and spots the various rooms. There were certainly quite a few. The half-elf can’t help a moment of bubbly excitement as she imagines having a bedroom of her own. It had been a very long time since she had, aside from the apartment she had in the city, which never truly felt like home. For most of her life, she had shared with her brother, when they had anywhere to live at all. She had always just been grateful to have a roof over her head at all. The thought of sharing with her brother again was tempting, though. She missed him, but he deserved the distance. It was good for them, she reminded herself. They were far too close to be healthy. They had to learn to live without the other constantly by their side eventually.

“Thank you for the offer, but I’m sure he enjoys the space. A boy needs some privacy from his big sister after all.” She covered her mouth to hide a good natured laugh. “Thank you again for everything, including keeping our nature to yourself. Honestly, we shouldn’t hide it, and I don’t truly want to, but old habits die hard.”