Awakening
The last thing she remembered was all of this suffocating pain, all of this iron, this red which was drowning her on her final and choking breath. She remembered the horror, the abandon. She was not expecting anything, just… death. Just a stop and nothing after.
So she is more than surprised when she feels something eases her suffering and washes away the sensation of blood which intoxicates her. Only a faint pulsation rests in her chest, drapping into a cold blanket. The exhaution run away from her body. She feels so… etheral. So light. In her head, something pushes an urge. She needs to open her eyes.
Now.
She obeys to that instinct. And freezes at the sight of a large and strong door right in front of her. Wait, where is she ? She was in her room seconds ago, what was this new surrounding all of a sudden ?
She tries to find some hints, anything, but only the unknown greets her pales iris. A french cuss brokes the silence. Then a complete sentence.
“Mais bordel de merde où est-ce que je suis tombée encore ?!”
She stops at the sound of her voice. There is echo in it. Faint, broken, but it’s here. Like… Like a ghost’s voice.
Panicked, she inspects herself for the first time. Freezes a second time.
A hole was carved in her chest, leaving some blood pearls on her now ghostly skin and tains the petals of a white rose which was open in the center of it. She was pulsing as the same tempo as the pain she can merely feels in her chest. Her clothes was torned but almost too white for humans’ eyes.
Reality strucks her. She is no longer human. She can never see her family again. She is fucking alone right in front of an unknown mansion !
It was too much for her in the moment.
So she screams with horror and rage without paying attention to her surrounding
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JM tilted her head at the question, mulling it over in her mind. A few pieces of her sporadically highlighted black hair fell off of her shoulders. “Um,” she glanced at the ingredients Ysael was pulling out. “Is it possible to do both? Since I’ve never tried them?” She asked.
Then she realized she might have been asking for too much. “Ah, well, maybe not.” She bit her lip, chewing on the pink area. “Sweet,” she decided. “I’ve always had a sweet tooth so let’s try that.”
Realizing that cooking with long hair may be a problem, JM stepped away from the supplies and pulled a hair tie from her pocket. She couldn’t remember why she had one but she used it to tie up her hair in a bun. Now she was ready.
“Don’t worry, it’s totally possible to do both ! In fact, the paste have a different savor, but it’s fun to make sweet crepe with salted paste, it gives it a good taste~”
The breton was disposing two little basins on the bar and explain quickly how to make the paste. She takes the salted one, remembering clearly her mother having more difficulties with this one because of the buckwheat flour.
It took them some minutes to do their task. Once that finished, Ysael starts the billig, letting it warm before putting some oil on the iron. Then she put some sweet paste on it, spreading it with a little wooden rake. The scent of it make her smile.
“What did you want to try for the garnish ? I can put almost everything on it, cacao, butter, slice of apple, bananas… It’s as you wish !”
JM looked amazed by everything she was doing. The 18 year old wasn’t much of a cook herself, hell, she burned water but she found it fascinating to watch. And what Ysael was doing was almost as magical and foreign as when Ysael spoke French.
“You put things with them?” Her mouth dropped open. “I love bananas!” She cheered. “Let’s try that?” She offered. She bounced on her heels eagerly. “If you want to, that is.”
Ysael laugh a little, finding her sister cute. She was only making some crepes, not a great dinner after all, but it was heartwarming. “It’s your crepe Weez, not mine, I will make another juste after yours ! So what did you want with your banana ? One of my sister loved to put butter and chocolate with, when my father prefers butter and sugar with his banana~”
She was already putting some slice of banana on the crepe. The scent was sweet and would have making her already hungry if she wasn’t dead.
JM had been pulling out chocolate syrup ever since Ysael had mentioned the substance. She had such a sweet tooth. She popped open the lid for Ysael. The sweet smell made her smile. The crow chirped happily at JM’s response.
“You’re so talented, Ysael.” JM grinned at the girl. “From drawing, writing, and cooking!” She spread her arms a bit. “What else can you do?” She giggled.
The young woman take the sirup and puts it into the banana, before blushing under the words of the american. She slipped the crepe into a plate before answering, starting her crepe.
“I’m not so talented you know. Most of the time I don’t even know what I’m doing and I let myself go with the flow. I can mostly take care of a house since my siblings and I was used to by my mother, I used to sing in a choral, I have a good memory for stories and songs and… that’s pretty it I think ?”
She smiles softly. She is an ordinary girl who just had the chance to have a family that let her do her artsy stuff. Nothing more.
“You don’t need to wait me, eat your crepe before it cools~”
JM frowned a bit at the request. “I don’t want to enjoy it alone.” She muttered. “I want to wait until yours is ready.” She nodded. She doubted it would get cold that quickly.
She put her chin to her palm as she watched her new sister cook. “You know, you look a little different than I expected.” She admitted. “I definitely didn’t expect the rose.” She giggled lightly. “But.. it somehow fits you. I just look like someone replaced my blood with oil.” She laughed.
She suddenly blinked. JM began waving her arms nervously. “I don’t mean it in a bad way, by the way!” She added. “You look awesome. I just.. huh, maybe a bit longer hair? Like to your shoulders? I think that’s like the only thing I imagined differently. I guess hair really does affect things.” She shrugged. “But you look really pretty, even with a rose sticking out of you.” She smiled, using her humor to lighten up the atmosphere.
Ysael simply smiles at the answer of JM, making quickly her own snack with simply butter, sugar, and a french brand of cacao that she loves. She listens to the girl, giggling a little. But her heart wasn’t really in it.
“To be honest, roses are not my favorites flower, I prefer primrose or lilies. For my hair… Well, i try to have it long but since I was not really paying attention to them and that I was too lazy to make anything with it, I just decide to have it very very short, as when I was little.”
She blushes again under the compliment of the writer.Â
“You must be the first person to call me pretty… You are far more pretty than me Weez…”
She smiles with more warm, calm. The crows quarks, making her muttered to them before giving some slice of ham to their appetit. Then, she took her crepe and sits next to her friend.
“Let’s eat ! Bon appétit~ I hope you will like it !”
JM nearly snorted. “I am not.” She retorted, getting comfortable in her seat. She started collecting her silverware. “I look like I’m a Spiderman Venom wannabe.” She giggled. “You’re extremely pretty, Ysael.”
She cut into the crepe, making an excited sound. She took her first bite and she seemed to sag with happiness. She loved the taste. She chewed slowly, savoring it and swallowed. “They’re really good!” She marvelled. “Thank you for having me try it, haha.”
“Yes you are miss, and don’t even think to make me change my mind on this subject~” She couldn’t help but uses the same tone she takes when she speaked to her sisters. The red on her face doesn’t go, and she give up the conversation for the moment, picking a fork and a knife.Â
She smiles at the reaction of JM.Â
“I’m happy you like it ! And salty crepes are very good too, I will make some later~ But maybe after we continue our visit of this mansion ?”
Food was always a good way to know more about people in general, and was an interesting entry for new culture. So, seeing her friend enjoy it make her, indeed, very happy. Particulary because this particular food was her favorite.
JM hummed as she continued to eat her delicious food that Ysael had cooked. She studied other parts of the kitchen, hoping for some sort of indicator that it had been previously used.
She saw none.
She put her fork down as she suddenly lost her appetite. Her felt like it was past her feet, on the ground. “Do… Do you think the others are here?” She whispered quietly. “Like… Ash, Lady, Lidren..? I haven’t seen Pep either… Why would we only be here?”
She doesn't respond to her at first, finishing her plate hence the sensation of strangulation that was pressing her throat. The crows were right next to her and Weez, observing them in silence.
She puts her fork on the table. Watches over the silent kitchen. Nothing. Really, nothing.
"I don't know... For Lid, I know he wasn't dead, so his absence is more a relief than anything but... The others... Maybe they will arrive later..."
She tries to smile. And she made it. It was frail and too shy for being honest.
She doesn't know if she hopes the arrival of their friends. Because... If they came here, that means that they can't go in peace. That they're trap in a ghost form, like her and JM, and that maybe, just maybe, they will be trapped here until the end of time.
The taste on her mouth was the same as the blood now. She fight the urge to spit. It was not the moment.