Still here. Still posting. This week went crazy and I hate how this chapter starts. But that’s what editing is for! Damn the torpedoes, son!
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Elizabeth stepped gingerly into the cell. The metal at her ankles had been given a long chain and she could finally lengthen her stride and stretch her legs. The meat and cheese from dinner sat heavy in her stomach and she was mentally measuring the size of the cell and if the chains would trip her if she tried to walk a few laps.
A clang and pained moan told her that Meliodas had tried to settle onto the iron shelf. She looked everywhere but at him. He had made it perfectly clear at dinner, after they had bandaged his wounds, relocated his shoulder, and rubbed a yellow salve over the joint, that he wanted nothing to do with her.
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This piece includes not so subtle mentions of blood and death. This is your warning to turn somewhere else.
The dice had been rolled, fate decided, and all Meliodas had hoped for had revealed its true nature: an elusive hope. Intangible. Never real in the first place. The hope of a younger, more naïve man who had believed that two people could turn the tides of war. Could end the reign of the Demon King.
Now little more than smoke and ruins remained.
Blazing fires still smoldered in heaps across the forest. The acerbic stench of ashen plant life bit into Meliodas’ nose, a taste that would haunt his nightmares in the centuries to come. The herald of the end.
The alliance had failed. Stigma, this brittle bond between Goddesses, Fairies, and Giants, was no more. Drole and Gloxinia had joined the enemy, Mael’s blood stained the earth of some far away battlefield, and the Ten Commandments had sown gory vengeance for the Demons Ludociel had executed. The casualties surpassed the hundreds. More if one counted the Stigma members killed by Rou and the human traitors.
Meliodas had arrived too late. Severed limps and shredded wings, some feathered, the others transparent like dragonflies – those were the fruits of their efforts. The grandiose Stigma alliance wiped out by a handful of humans.
summary: its another anniversary of the curse’s beginning and meliodas bevomes hung in on the past until Elizabeth takes his hand.
word count: 713
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It was any other normal day in the boar hat, at least to everyone else it was, except for meliodas, but nobody seemed to notice his mood. That is, all except for Elizabeth who seemed to be constantly looking over her shoulder as she waited tables, giving Meliodas a look of concern every time.
But while he was always grateful for her concern her eyes, her smile and her feet being made the day seem harder.
That why , eventually Meliodas made up an excuse of needing more alcohol in the bar and went upstairs to get sone from the storage room, and he did go there, but then instead of trading a bottle he opened the window, enjoying the gentle breeze of cold air caressing his face. Like she used to do.
It had been another anniversary.
Just another day of the year to everyone else, but to meliodas it would always be the day he lost everything.
Their parents looming abivec them, not even sorry as they cursed and killed them.
With a need to let sone of his frustration out he punched the wall, apparently causing it to shake enough so that a bird sitting in a pipe outside flew off, leaving white feared in its path by the open window.
For just a moment meliodas stared in awe at the white feathers before reaching out and grabbing one before it was out of reach.
He looked at it, admiring it.
But it was nothing like Elizabeth’s feathered had been. Hers had been much softer, her wings as a whole much softer than any pillow or any boob.
The first time he had met her feathers had worked around him, and so, when he that day awoke and she was no longer with him the feathers was covered in blood, scattered on the dirty ground, no longer the pure white that he knew them to be.
Meliodas shook his head.
Of course it wasn’t Elizabeth’s sift feathers that had meant anything to him, but rather the memory of the readier times when she was a goddess.
It was never easy, but at least it was easier than it was now. Keeping his true love for her secret. Admiring her from a safe distance, abs making crude remarks to mask up how much he just wanted to hold her and feel her warmth like he used to.
At that very moment the door to the storage sloshy creaked open and in walked Elizabeth, having the same worried look on that she had had an evening.
Meliodas turned his attention back to the feather.
“Sir Meliodas, Is something wrong? Are you tired?” She asked, her worry leaking out into her words.
Meliodas took his sweet time answering her, even as she cage ti stabd beside him, seemingly getting confused by the feather he caressed so longingly.
“I just needed some fresh air” meliodas told her and even he knew that it was a bad excuse.
“If you needed that then you could Gage just told me”
“Right”
“Meliodas!” Elizabeth acted in spite of herself by taking hold of Meliodas’s hand. His eyes momentarily widened at her warm touch, but as it always seemed to do it calmed him.
“You can talk to me” Elizabeth tried to reassure him and meliodas simply nodded along with her words. But he couldn’t.
He couldn’t talk to her about this.
If he did he wound inevitably be the cause of her death once again…
again…
He smiled.
“You’re probably right, I’m just tired. I don’t know why I feel so out of it though” he chuckled, seeming to go back to his old self, which of course even worried Elizabeth more, but she also fealt like she had no right to say more.
“Let’s just close east my and get to bed, yeah?”
Elizabeth nodded slowly and so they both walked out the room and downstairs to close up, but not before meliodas let the feather fall and be carried away by the winds outside.
Letting it be carried far away…
He needed to start letting go of the past, even in days like these.
Every day counted in his journey to beat their curse.
summary: after Elizabeth sets out to make meliodas happy by making him a cake he gains a new favorite desert
Word count: 740
Meliodas stomped his feet on the door mat of the boar hat before walking inside with a few dead rabbits hanging by their feet by a rope that he held.
As soon as meliodas walked in he was taken aback by the sweet aroma that filled his nostrils. It was sweet but also tangy, and there was a hint of alcohol, all elements he was able to pick out as he as a demon has quite a good sense of smell.
"Sir meliodas, welcome back"
Meliodas smiled and unfroze, turning his head to Elizabeth, however he almost let out a laugh and tilted his head in slight confusion as he saw that Elizabeth was turned even more pale than usually, clearly due to the flour that was also covering nearly every other surface in the kitchen area.
"Are you cooking something?" He asked and quickly made his to hang the dead animals that wound no doubt he their dinner that night, and so he quickly rinsed his hands off of blood abs went to to look over Elizabeth's shoulder.
She seemed flustered by his question but nodded.
"That was the idea, but I'm not doing a very good job"
"Oh?" Meliodas tilted his head, his voice filled with mirth.
Most other reincarnations of Elizabeth had been excellent cooks, making him wonder who would have won if they, with their skills, went up against Ban, but he wasn't too surprised as he realized that Elizabeth Liones didn't have that skill. Abs didn't in her first life either, simply for the fact that she was raised abs pampered in a castle where she really wasn't expected to do anything, especially making her own food.
Elizabeth nodded as a reply, sloshy as she kept on mixing ingredients together in the bowl on the kitchen top.
Meliodas, as curious as ever didn't ask what it was that she was making, instead reaching around her and coating a finger in the batter before popping it in his mouth.
As he had expected it really wasn't great, but despite that he was surprised that he actually couldn't figure out what it was, am he knew was that she was definitely cooking up some sort of desert as it was sweet. Almost a little too sweet for his taste, but because it was her creating her made an effort to hum in delight.
"Now that is delicious" he lied, but was pretty sure that Elizabeth hadn't known him long enough to read through him like she had in previous lives.
"But what is it?"
A bright smile spread onto Elizabeth's face from Meliodas's compliment.
"It's pumpkin cake"
"Cake? You've got a sweet tooth eh?" Meliodas chuckled, knowing that assumption to be absolutely true.
"A-actually..." Elizabeth suddenly stuttered abs her hands came to a stop as a blush so read across her face.
"I...I asked sir ban if you perhaps had a favorite desert" she turned her face away from meliodas as her blush spread further. Meliodas could tell as her ears also began to turn red.
"He said he'd never made you any sweets before, so I had to think of something myself"
Meliodas's heart fluttered as he hears her admit that she was doing this all for him. Trying to make him happy.
If only he could tell her that her just being there was making him the happiest that he had been for year.
He raised his hand, wanting to place it upon her cheek and turn her to him, but he paused and let it hang back down to his side, Elizabeth never noticing his moves.
Meliodas smiled and looked down into the batter in the bowl.
"Thank you Elizabeth" his voice was soft, actually showing an emotion other than his normal cheekiness. He was truly grateful.
The tone of his voice made Elizabeth's eyes widen for just a moment as she turned back towards him to see him staring so lovingly at her creation.
He was only looking at it, so she didn't understand why it made her feel so loved.
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The two then worked together to finish the cake, probably only making it worse as both of them was clearly horrible cooks, but when they sat down to eat it together, laughing and talking it tasted sweet in a sense.
Not to say it wasn't absolutely horrendous, but meliodas was certain that pumpkin cake was probably now his favorite.
Well I’ve been having a hard time writing something good while following the prompts so I thought I could make something nice that doesn’t follow the prompts since that’s allowed I started writing this since I still want to participate. I think I did pretty well. I love this and the feelings it gave me. I hope you enjoy reading it like I enjoyed writing it. :)
This is a drabble a wrote ages ago when I wasn't in a great mood (and needed to vent), so I'm not exactly sure what it is😭 I've kindaa edited it since then and changed bits and bobs, but it's not the best...
It's still something, though! :)
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She dies
he lives
And, he's glad he is suffering.
(because she shouldn't suffer for his sake)
So he lives, roaming across Britannia
(meeting her each time)
There's laughter and joy and love, especially in the form of a silver-haired girl with that same soft smile and the same compassion and the same empathy etched into her heart.
(she's different each time, yet so so so similar that his heart cracks upon each meeting)
he wonders why-why he's still on this cursed planet
(the planet is not cursed. It is just them. Them against the world)
Every time, he tries to ensure she lives as long as she possibly can. But she can't.
(stupid, stupid curse)
the goddess side surges, she remembers. Those loving, cerulean orbs burn as thousands of years of memories flood her mind, and they both cry for the sake of love. Because, really, should love be this heart-wrenching?
(yes)
(their love, yes. Always yes. They'd defy the world for the other.)
Three days. Seventy-two hours. It rushes by in what seems like twenty minutes. They exchange promises, broken kisses and repeat three tender words over a million times, though they both know those three tender words can barely begin to describe what is between them, what entwines their souls.
Then she's gone. Her spirit continues.
(It's just him. Again)
(He wishes, painfully, that they could die together, peacefully, happily, in each other's arms.)
He roams across Britannia, wondering what his purpose is.
(Her.)
(His purpose is her. He needs to remind himself.)
(And to find a way to break the stupid, stupid curse)
He meets her again, and the world is blissful and happy and, oh, how he wishes life was this simple.
(Not for them. Never for them).
She is all he desires. If the world were kind, they'd be living together with children and a comfortable home. But the world is dark and cruel, and they are subjects to this vicious torment. He won't forget how he betrayed his clan in the first place, how their first meeting as children of two gods resulted in living like this.
(after all, the world loves to torture them)
How falling in love triggered his life, yet it triggered this curse, and he wonders if it was all written in the stars as if destiny was aware of their tragic fate.
He's Meliodas, and she's Elizabeth.
This. This is their story.
But it's not a story. Stories require a happy ending, one where people smile and laugh because their suffering has all been worth it, and these two have not found theirs.
They are in love. Love so deep that majestic flames devour their hearts and scorch them whole.
And they are cursed.
(They are cursed because they are in love)
His life continues endlessly, and Elizabeth won't stop dying,
but there's hope each time. His heart bursts each time.
Elizabeth is his hope.
(their promise is his motivation)
He will never not remember. He will never not be haunted by memories. He will never not get used to this pain.
