#micky yi

[baka-alpaca]

A commission of my boy and @mochiwadaisuki's girl Micky in the FATE/GO universe \o/ Sketch commissions are still open!

[baka-alpaca]

//YELLS/ 

@mochiwadaisuki drew the cutest little doodle of our children

and I really wanted to clean it up SO THAT IS WHAT I DID

[fleur-de-menthe]

:: static hiccup

She held the phone with a cracked screen in her hand. On occasion, it would ring a tiny jingle, but before she could answer it, the phone went silent. Regardless, she put it against her ear and cautiously called out.

“Hello?” 

There was the sound of static. The phone’s screen looked like a mess. Once there used to be a picture of something overly sentimental, but the image was lost by the damage on the fragile surface. 

“Hello?”

She pulled the phone away from her ear with a frown, gazing at the stuttering image that tried to reassemble itself. Something was there that once was not. There was something she was missing again; she forgot something important. 

“Hello-”

There was a click and the sound of someone out of breath on the other end. 

“Micky you can’t go there-”

Another click and the phone went silent. 

[fleur-de-menthe]

:: cinnamon kisses

The smell of cinnamon and ginger wafted through the house and the flames climbed up the burning logs in the fireplace. He was seated by the window, gazing at the small dots of snow that drifted lazily down from the dark clouds. There was the pattering sound of footsteps behind him and by the rhythm of her feet, he could immediately tell who it was. 

“Albone!”

Her fingers sifted through his snow white hair before she rested her chin on top of his head. He could tell that she was smiling, though that was a given. She was always smiling. 

“Yes Micky?”

Her arms loosely fell around his neck and she tilted her head to give him a light kiss against his cheek. “Nothing, I just wanted to do that.” She giggled. 

“Micky?”

“Yes Albone?”

He leaned in to her and kissed her with a smile on his lips. “Nothing, I just wanted to do that.”

[fleur-de-menthe]

:: billow

She heard the sound of a dying scream cut short, the trembling breath growing more shallow than the last, and then the whisper of of a breath fading from life. Shoes skid across the snow covered ground, squealing as she made a turn into the alley and stopped. There in front of her was a girl lying on the ground. The white carpet of flakes around her bloomed red like a blanket of roses to bid her farewell. 

Aggravation. 

A single sword protruded from her chest, from her heart, glinting coldly in the moonlit night. The cloaked figure stood by the girl’s fallen figure and the words they spoke chilled the bystander to the core. 

“I have delivered judgment.” 

The figure turned to look at her and she froze. Where she expected a face she instead found a mask that molded no features but one of pure, impassive expression. The eyes underneath the mask, however, shone with a cold fury. 

She recognized those eyes. She didn’t know to whom they belonged, but she recognized them nonetheless as a reflection of her own in some distant past. The same...? 

The dusty sand bit mercilessly into the uncovered areas of her skin. It was glaringly hot, but unrestrained rage boiled over the starving girl. She could see it clearly. The soldiers who hoarded their rations and shared none with the drought-stricken citizens, the higher class who turned their eyes away from the one’s who sought their aid so desperately, and above them all, the ruler who corrupted their lives to begin with. Her life was written out by the hand of a greedy king. Penniless, damned child with no future. 

The knife in her hand shook as she approached the soldiers from behind. Her cloak, now thin and tattered in several places, concealed the blade enough so they couldn’t see it. If it were them, she would do it. If it were the nobles, she would do it. If it were the king and every last one of his offspring, she would do it. Her hand did not shake with fear; it shook with anticipation. 

One of them turned around but by then she was already at his throat. Eyes widened and he fell with a gurgling gasp. A spearpoint was at her side but she deftly maneuvered around it, blinding the second soldier with her cloak and impaling him through the scattered fabric. Again, again, and again, she shoved the cloak into his mouth as she stabbed him to muffle his screams. Struggle for all it is worth, she thought. 

When she was done she felt oddly refreshed. There were two less pieces of trash in the world who could take away from her and her people’s well being. She could take their food now and for once be able to soothe the pangs of hunger that clawed at her belly. She thought that this was the way it was meant to be. 

A grin spread across her lips. 

“I have delivered judgment.” 

She blinked and in that moment, the figure disappeared. In the center of the bloodied snow lay a single, golden marble. Staggering forward, she fell to her knees before the orb and picked it up. A shadow of remorse clouded her eyes. 

Have the choices I made create regrets like this? 

[fleur-de-menthe]

:: (re)turn

Resound. 

The lightest touch on the piano key spoke gently back to her. 

Resound. 

The slow stretch of his bow against the violin strings sang. 

Reverberate. 

Unspoken words, yet everything was said in that moment. A duet; a secret conversation between the two of them. An echo; whatever had been in the past was left there as they created a new story. 

“Find me.”

“I am here.” 

“Let’s go home.”

It was a melody that drew them close. Fingers touching, never to be separated by fate that had torn them apart before. 

“You found me.”

“Here I am.”

“We’re home.”

[fleur-de-menthe]

:: blankets

"Micky, we don't need all of these blankets," there was the smallest of smiles on the edge of his lips. 

She pulled the blankets around them with a pout. "You said you were cold though!" 

"Correction; I never said I was cold. I said the weather had gotten colder," she could hear the slight laughter in his voice. 

She leaned up against him, sighing pleasantly. "Whatever, winter is all about getting cozy anyways! We could even watch a movie you know? I mean, if you want to. It's nice like this don't you think so, Albone?" Her eyes drooped a little. On a snowy day with little to do, she was feeling drowsy. 

"It's fine like this," he pulled her closer to him and she closed her eyes. He looked out the window, to the snow falling from the dark grey sky. "Hey Micky?"

He was met with the slow rise and fall of her shoulders. Quiet breaths, in and out. She was fast asleep. 

"Nevermind, I'll tell you later," he leaned over to kiss the top of her head. "Sleep well."

[fleur-de-menthe]

:: chanson de l'adieu

There was a name she had to remember, a face she had to meet. Who was it? She remembered white hair. Snowfall. Snowmen. Flour. A smile, only for her. Bright yellow eyes. He hated his eyes but she loved them. Brilliant stars. Fireflies. A gentle glow. Pale skin. Covered with scars. Something she wanted to heal, both inside and out. 

It wasn't just that. She wanted him. Needed him. There was an inseparable red string between them, but somewhere along the way she lost sight of it. Why? 

The memories replayed in her mind like an old cinema record. An endless black hole in her chest. Flowers cold like ice. A departure. A flight. The time. An accident. She was suddenly drowning. She remembered remembering nothing when she awoke. No recollection of who she was or where she was going. Her arm, broken in several places. Several cuts, bruises, and burns. A concussion. Then there were the sterile white walls of a hospital. An IV drip hooked to her arm. It almost resembled the room she was in now. There was a place she wanted to return to, somewhere very important. She unhooked all of the wires from her body and left. The scene flashed, people hurrying all around her. Outside. She had to go. 

"I have one wish." 

Then she was on the edge of a fountain, admiring the fluffy white snowflakes that fell heavily from the sky. 

"What is your wish?"

Friends, joy, laughter, pain, healing, suffering, loss. The world moved but the time was stopped. 

"What was my wish?"

She stood up. There were two doors now. Which way did she have to go? She opened the first door, a hallway that went down as far as the eye could perceive. The second door, A wintry white wonderland with children playing in the snow and dancing in the streets. A bright blue moon hung like a decorated ornament in the vast sky. 

"You have to choose."

Hesitation. She didn't know where the corridors led to. She took a step closer to the second door, to Fyr'st, when suddenly she heard it. 

"Micky."

She spun on her heel and ran into the first door, down the long hallway. Doors sped past her as she ran, every one of them containing something she wanted but nothing she needed. 

"I'm right here."

The familiar sound of a violin trailed through the air. A faint memory. A song. Her dress billowed out behind her as she sprinted as fast as she could. Her chest heaved with exertion, yet she never ran out of breath. A place she had to go to, a person she had to see. 

"My one and only wish."

The doors began to thin out. They became far fewer and less frequent as she passed. The sound of the violin became clearer. 

"I wish..."

There was one door left, right in front of her. The sound was louder, calling for her. It was calling her name over and over again. She flung the door open and barreled into his arms, holding onto him tightly. 

"... to stay with him forever."

She buried her face into his chest, breathing in his familiar self. He was real. This was real. He was here. She gave a breathless laugh. "Sorry I'm late." This time she wouldn't let him go. 

He didn't let go either. "You're here," He murmured, almost in wonder. "You're here." The feeling of warmth from fingers that were once so cold. A hesitant touch, was she really real? Everything was the same, from the tip of her toes to the stray strand of hair that never seemed to lie flat on her head. It was really her, it was Micky. 

She looked up at his face. It was just as she'd remembered. Remembered? Of course, she remembered everything now. This time she was determined. "I'm following you straight into hell next time if you try to pull something like that off again," she tried to frown sternly but couldn't help but laugh giddily at her own efforts. 

"You don't have to do that," he gave her a wan smile. "This time, I'll stay with you." He paused for a moment in thought. "Say... if there was one place you wanted to go to, where would it be?" 

"Isn't it obvious?" she reached out and pulled him down to her height, pressing her forehead against his with a grin. "Let's go home, Albone."

__________________________

She could feel the air escaping her lips. Was Mister Maestro gone? She was sure he probably didn't want to stay in a dying body. It was getting hard to breathe. 

"I'm really going to die."

She had her regrets. There were promises she couldn't keep and there were people she was probably going to disappoint. 

"Sorry guys..." 

Oddly, it didn't hurt as bad as she thought it would. Or maybe it was shock that prevented her from feeling pain. For that she was grateful; at least there was a little bit of peace to it. 

The moon was so beautiful. It was snowing too. Hadn't it snowed on her first day here as well? Funny the way things worked out in this place. Her vision was beginning to blur. She was cold, but her cheeks were warm with tears. 

"If I could see you all one more time, can we be friends again?" 

A dark shadow covered the moon. 

Her breath went silent. 

The shadow shifted and the moon shone on the girl's blank eyes. 

"I have delivered judgment."