#ceceily millouer

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Please do not repost my artwork!

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OC: Ceceily Millouer

I haven’t drawn much, but this is one of my most recent drawings. 

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OC: An idol group based off of my characters ( l to r: Maddie, Luxi, Ceceily) and my magical boy Ruelle. 

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:: mockingbird’s plea

“I want to disappear.”

“I have to see you again.”

“My fading memories will crumble away.”

“These memories are precious to you, I won’t let them go.”

“Names forgotten, a crime not forgiven.”

“I’ll carry these names and even your crime too.”

“These tears won’t stop flowing.”

“I’ll wipe them away as many times as I need to see you smile again.”

“I’m scared of being hurt again.”

“This time, I’ll fight so you won’t have to.”

“I want to be loved.”

“I’ll love you a thousand times over.”

“I don’t want to disappear.”

“Say my name, and I swear that I’ll save you.”

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:: briar

The rose briars knitted draping blindfold

Each thorn pricked her snow white skin. 

“This must be what death feels like” she said

“If I must live while they must go.”

And so she settled into her nest of pain

Letting her blood glisten like polished rubies. 

She dreams of sleep and peaceful days

While locking herself in a cage of time. 

The rose briars were a formidable barrier

Each thorn screamed resistance against his shredded fingertips. 

“I will not let death take you” he said

“If they must go while you must stay, then I too will stay.”

And so he reached into the cage of solitude,

For the girl donned in rubies.

He dreams of sunlight and the future ahead

While unlocking the door to their crossroads. 

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:: footsteps of rain

She danced when the sky wept clear

The sound of her steps splashing in the puddles

Was like music in the air. 

The gentle pattering of the drops cast a sparkling magic

And when a child asked her, she said she was listening

To the footsteps of the rain. 

He listened to the rhythmic thrum of the falling drops

And saw her dancing in the rain. 

The sky was dark but she still smiled

As it poured down, on and on. 

He closed his eyes and listened closely

To the footsteps of the rain. 

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:: da capo al fine

The course of fate’s calculations would run as directed, without impediment to its law. The law, the one that dictates the occurrences in the real world. It would seem unfair to some that tragedies should occur according to these calculations, but it was only a part of a larger system. The equations would go as followed.

Monster. 

Human. 

Monster. 

Human. 

An orchestrated musical woven so seamlessly with endless violence that had no explanation to it. What part did she play in this nightmare? Should she be the victim, that is, the one who could not control the flow of events, or should she be the villain, that is, the one who was conscious of her actions but committed to them anyways? The constant conflict bounced throughout her mind. A hollow echo followed, those words reverberating against the walls that enclosed her. 

I am a human. 

I am a monster.

Two identities existed, but only one could be called the “true self.” She would have to make a decision. 

Who was she? 

She was a.... 

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:: fermata

He caught her at a time where she was fast asleep. 

The early noon sunlight cast a soft glow across her pale eyelids. A book in her hand rested against her chest, rising and falling to the rhythm of her breathing. He imagined that she must have been tired from taking care of the children all the time, but her face spelled out her content. 

She was so vulnerable... to what? 

He leaned down and brushed a silvery strand of hair away from her features. The slight tilt of her head towards his hand made him stiffen in fear, but she made no other indication of waking up. Her cheek rested in the palm of his hand, soft and warm. A wispy, inaudible sigh escaped her lips. 

Moments like these spoiled him. He wanted to stay with her until she woke up, but then he would have to explain why he had been standing over her as she slept. There was only so much he could indulge himself in. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away from her. 

He took a strand of her hair and lightly pressed his lips against the tips in a kiss.“This time, I will keep my promise,” he murmured quietly. 

She woke up to the muffled footsteps of the children running in the house and their excited chatter. As she moved to sit up, she disturbed a jacket that had been covering her and it slid to the ground. It hadn’t been there before she had accidentally fallen asleep; had someone put it over her? She picked it up and held it in her hands. A comforting warmth seeped to her fingers from the inside out. She pressed the jacket against her cheek and gave a small smile. 

“Thank you.”