#exbourreau

[idealflames]

“ deary, why don’t you light a lantern? i don’t know who in your life you lost.. but if you hadn’t had anyone like that i don’t think you’d be drawn here. it’s not shameful at all, now is it? “ 

♕ - ; the words of an elderly woman spoke leagues to percival as he found himself drawn to a particular night of this ongoing festival. that being a celebration of death, or rather, those who have passed on in one’s life. a note of reconciliation or something of the sort was meant to be set adrift along with a small paper boat out onto open waters where they would sail to who knows where. to percival, the idea seemed strange in that the boat would no doubt wash up along some shore and the sentiments lost.

♕ - ; but he found himself clutching a small piece of paper. perhaps it had written it in a daze when he thought of a life to him that was lost that he could send this out to. there was but one he could think of immediately, but the immediate thought of her name and her face sent him in an immediate daze--almost like if a shock were sent directly into his mind and he found himself stumbling for a brief moment, nearly losing his footing. 

♕ - ; holding the lantern boat in his hands, along with a small note scribbled out to whom he wished to see it through to, he would gingerly place the boat on the waters along with others of various ages. children, young men and women, the elderly.. they all sent out these small frail boats out to voyage with nothing but their words written out for the departed. and percival found himself squatting with them, looking out to the singular boat he had sent out with but a few small words left to give to someone that important to him. and while he did not pray, nor did he clasp his hands together, his eyes fixated on it, his silence remembering in brief the forlorn times of his youth he could remember before it was struck down in an instant. he clutched his eyes tightly for a moment to try and brace himself but to no avail. 

“ tch..!! “ he found himself nearly stumbling towards the side, imminent in colliding with someone but he managed to grab the grass beneath him and just barely prevent himself from impacting the other, the night sky and his own gaze away from them preventing him from seeing just who he nearly collided with. 

“ that was my fault. i lost myself for a moment. “ 

exbourreau​

[humanfailure]

*& // exbourreau.

“You really had me going for a second there. I actually thought you might be the real deal, but it makes sense that it was too good to be true.” Self-evidently a classic case of mistaken identity, an elaboration of sorts as to the perceived character was provided. “They’re not all that big on sunlight, right? That’s what I’ve heard, at least. Something about not having enough melanin to protect them from UV rays. So it would’ve been pretty weird to find you just out and about like this. Still, better safe than sorry, or something like that.”

[regiummilitarium-blog]

        @exbourreau

         This was the first time they actually spent the notorious ‘holiday’ together, which to his surprise felt even more special. It proved how much could change within a year and more. “Are you awake?” Rise and shine! He could hear her prowling foot steps emerge from their bedroom, Ignis had already baked a few homemade chocolates. There would also be a bouquet of flowers, arranging from lilies to roses. “Happy valentines, dear.”

[ilvenge-blog]

@exbourreau //

          At long last, Vanitas found her again; it came at a surprise at first, to see that Jeanne was also stuck here, since to his memories it wasn’t too long ago that it’d been declared forbidden for him to visit the castle ever again, yet that was quickly swept away in a flurry of heated emotions--

          “My Jeanne,” Vanitas said, taking her hand without warning, wearing a soft expression as he moved closer to her; the movement causing her grasped hand to end up resting against his chest. “How I’ve missed you. The days seemed so long since the last we’ve seen of each other.”

          -- and how she couldn’t get rid of him completely.

          But this is fine. Having Jeanne here gave a small sense of familiarity, even if she held nothing but enmity towards him, while Vanitas continued on his one-sided attraction. 

[levitersora-archive]

@exbourreau

“Hey miss! Sorry to bother you... but you wouldn’t to have some kind of wrapping band-aid thing on you right now. See, I kind of hurt myself while doing... stuff.” More like practicing his magic, so for now, he’s kind of out of healing himself. “So I was hoping to just wrap my hand and cover it up for now. Fires can just...come out of no where you know. Haha...”

[idealflames]

♕ - ; a city of spirals, isola radiale. those were the words that first rung into the knights’ head upon waking to find himself in a land unknown to him, with oceans surrounding him at the every corner. as his eyesight returned from his gradual wake, he would squint at the would be welcome for him in these parts. he’d return such gratifications with a scowl, realizing that he had also been stripped of his sword, given only a wooden novelty in its place. when asked to step inside a strange vehicle to be taken to the city itself, his voice raised itself immediately in response.

“ do not play senseless games with me. you’ll return me to where i was before this instant. i’ve no use for your welcome in a land i had no intention of arriving in. “ such hostilities were immediately met with him being left behind, his words seemingly falling deaf on the driver’s ears. he had a half mind to administer some form of punishment for such senseless arrogance, but finding his own footing for now was top priority. it wasn’t difficult to find the city that was mentioned in passing as he walked towards it, slowly coming to his destination. 

♕ - ; before him was a land busier than he could imagine. some how it almost seemed as if the excitement that buzzed around them was fresh, almost as if celebrating something. however, arms crossed and face still scowling at the revelations behind all this, he could learn immediately he was kidnapped against his will. to be separated from both vassals and his captain like this was a line crossing that was unheard of. still, bearings were necessary and he had to at least learn more of this place before him. when his path was crossed by a young woman before him, he spoke up immediately, the air around him almost weighing down anyone else who might try to approach him with how tense the aura was. 

“ you there. tell me more of this land, this ‘city of spirals’ as it were called. where is it located and if it has, where would it be possible to commandeer a ship in these parts? “ 

@exbourreau

[idealflames]

♕ - ; part of the roads were seemingly blocked off and to percival’s confusion, he couldn’t understand why. it wasn’t until a series of signs pointed him in a different direction than his original goal in mind and it was revealed rather quickly that the roads being blocked off were to avoid any injuries that stood in the way of a parade. it seemed to be something that happened every night of this festival, and the crowds of people gathered for it were staggering. the sights before him like children sitting atop parents’ shoulders, lovers with arms cradled together, the elderly experiencing their youth again.

♕ - ; the look in percival’s eyes seemed to shine in both envy and hope. in such a land where such things could still occur despite all that he had understood about their circumstances. he found himself in the past questioning how some could find such happiness in being taken here against their wills. but, he hadn’t considered deciphering the individual feelings of those who had come here against his own views. and that some might be happier here for whatever reason. and that with moments like these happening, their joy could only burn much brighter. 

♕ - ; it gave him ideas. simple in structure for the time being, but for these people, these memories would last a life time. something as minuscule as watching a parade go by, the children would tell their next of kin, the elderly would take into the next life.. he didn’t have to understand it now, but he would come to know about it later. it.. was almost enough to quell his worries. standing alone in a crowd with people who could only want more before returning to their leisurely lives.. maybe a new venue was needed to set his gaze in a position similar to their’s. in an attempt to do so did he find himself abruptly stopped as he looked at the other. 

“ pardon, i-- “ he’d catch himself mid-sentence at just who he ran into. it was.. jeanne, last he recalled. a young maiden he had met days before. one of the first people he had met, ironically enough. it didn’t surprise him to see her here. she seemed to have been the type to see sights like this.

“ how befitting in a way. some how it doesn’t surprise me you would be at an event like this. but, pardon for my mis-step. “ 

@exbourreau 

[regiummilitarium-blog]

                                @exbourreau

    Its been far too long now.

    Just how long was he going to allow her to keep vague distances from him? They’ve met up for typical coffee dates as well as some sort of meal, but her time even after was quite slim. Avoidance perhaps? Ah, Ignis couldn’t stand the distance any longer. It was a problem that had to be dealt with before it got even worse. 

What they needed was to talk. The advisor was getting used to everyday tasks without the usage of vision, merely becoming muscle memory for the familiar things in his life. He picks up his phone, flipping it open and clicking on the desired number he had her marked as to make messaging and calls easier to access.

          TO: JEANNE             FROM: IGNIS             ( 1/2 ) Just how much longer are you going to act this way,             ( 2/3 ) We need to talk. in person. now preferably, I believe this is needed.              ( 3/3 ) You know how much I care about you, Jeanne. So please.

 He wasn’t all that mad at her for the accident even with how much she blamed herself, he was just mad about her running away from the issue, rather than accepting what happened and moving on.