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[resonatingmuses]

Downpour

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The rain was chilling to the touch, but Stacy didn’t bother with pulling up her hood. She just curled tighter into a ball and squeezed her arms as hot tears mixed with the cold rain.

She’d kept telling herself ‘just ten more minutes, wait just ten more minutes’ in hopes that her date would arrive. Well, that was over an hour ago. No one was coming to see her it seemed. Why did she get her hopes up? It wasn’t like she was pretty or had anything about her guys would find attractive. Of course she’d be stood up. But...she was so sick of being lonely...

With a gasp Stacy cried “I’m sorry” to the rain and to herself.

Passersby noticed her, but none had stopped to check on her as they wished to get out of the cold downpour. Stacy couldn’t move from her spot on the sidewalk, like the rain had turned to ice at her feet and frozen her in place.

[isaaccecilbryant]

@thisominousblog​ || Continued

Regal didn’t pout per say but it was in the neighborhood. “It isn’t? I thought I had written the definition properly...”

But he brightened a moment after, nodding in response to his son’s question. “In a sense. She mentioned the website w w w dot urban dictionary dot com, and I was browsing it a little this morning. It has been quite informative. There has been a lot of new vocabulary introduced since I was young.”

“I think you grasp the definition, but I more meant the scale of it was off. Poggers should be closer to ‘epic’ in usage, I feel. While I am sure the tea and sandwich I brought are good, I do not think they’re at ‘poggers’ level.”

Isaac peaked around Regal’s desk and noticed all the little sticky notes with definitions on them. “Ah yes, the diction for urban usage. I see you’ve been productive with your morning.”

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A Miracle Romance

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It was alien to be back in the safe house she built as a kid to hide away from everyone in. It had been ten years for her, but judging by the lack of dust and rot, it’d hardly been any time for this world. Well then, maybe people wouldn’t recognize her. Though, her face hadn’t changed much since her teen years, so maybe people would recognize her anyways.

She ran her hand over the wall. Her old life had been traded away, and now this was all that was left to her. That Guardian of Time who made the deal with her had been clear, she’d never see her home world or anyone from it ever again, and this one would be her home now. It didn’t feel like much of a loss to her, she was broke with no friends and had a horrible falling out with her family. At least here... She pulled open a trap door and crept into the hidden basement. Right here, on the shelf was still the box of gald she’d squirreled away. Here, she at least had money. Next to the box was a Wing Pack. Stacy grabbed it and took it outside. The Rheaird stored inside popped out and looked to be in working order.

“I have money, and I have a car.” She could get by with that much for now. Only one thing still weighed on her mind. Climbing aboard she headed off to Altamira. It had just be a stupid crush she had as a kid, and it wasn’t like Regal knew her, but maybe if she could catch a glimpse of him she’d know. This faulty heart of hers never could love others, not in a way beyond friendship or familial obligation, but would things with Regal be different? 

Finally, after flying for awhile she reached the city. With the Rheaird packed up she wandered in. Everything was just as it was from her game. Sure it was her second time to this world but it still felt surreal. As she spaced out in front of the hotel she heard the doors whoosh open and barely stumbled back to avoid colliding with the man walking out. 

“S-sorry!” Oh God, it’s him. Stacy lowered her head, holding her breath, as Regal stood in front of her.

[isaaccecilbryant]

@thisominousblog || Continued

Regal raised an eyebrow behind his mask at his son’s tone. He didn’t seem entirely pleased with his father’s answer for some reason.

“If you really want to stay anonymous, you could get a hood for next time,” he suggested with a shrug, looking out at the crowd as well. He snickered at his son’s desire not to dance, forcibly reminded of how he had been at that age. He’d always found dancing to be the only worthwhile part of events like these. Besides the food… Until of course he’d actually gotten control of the company and the increased social expectations that went along with it.

“Whatever you need to do to enjoy yourself,” he laughed. “I suppose I should start making official rounds. I doubt it would look favorable for me to stand in the corner all evening.”

To be honest, Isaac wasn’t going to be pleased with any answer given to him unless it was “here’s a bottle of hair dye. There’s a bathroom. Go make yourself unrecognizable.” 

Isaac considered that option. “Hmm...maybe...” It was less of a hassle than dyeing his hair or fighting with a wig to look juuuuust right. “That would be the easiest solution.”

Hearing his father snicker Isaac side-eyed him. “Did you ever have to deal with swarms of young ladies all demanding your attention when you were my age.” Really, if it wasn’t for Isaac’s ‘fangirls’ he’d love parties more. But as he got older these gatherings became competitions between the girls to see who could monopolize Isaac’s time more, regardless of what Isaac wanted to do.

Nodding Isaac started scanning for one of his ‘cousins’ or really anyone he could talk to that wouldn’t insist he join them out on the dance floor for five hours. “No, I think Duke Bryant is expected to be more sociable than that.”

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Regal smiled as he handed his son and wife some chocolates, "I asked Genis to help me make some. He's better suited at making sweets than I am. Happy Valentines' Day."

"Thank you, dad!" Isaac said he started eating his right away. "They're really yummy! Can you thank Uncle Genis for me next time you see him?" The littlest Bryant asked.

"Thank you, Regal." Anastasia was just tickled Regal had made her chocolate, especially since he felt the need to call on Genis for assistance. "Even without chocolate you make everyday as sweet as can be." She said before stealing a quick kiss on the cheek.

[isaaccecilbryant]

"Duke Byrant, you are here by sentenced to beheading for the death of your family!" Regal did not oppose, sitting down on his knees. He just hoped his family had escaped, knowing that the ones who died were fakes sent to kill him. He noticed his son in the background, smiling weakly, "I love you, Isaac.. Take care of your mother and sister for me.." With that, the axe cut off the former duke's head, causing for it to roll down to his son's feet.

Isaac kept the hood of his cloak pulled up and his head down. The execution before him was just too horrible to witness. He’d fix this. He’d go to Aeon or Death and they’d find a way to fix this!

Hearing his father’s final words pricked at his heart but he took them deep inside him regardless of the pain. “I will.” He whispered, knowing Regal never would hear his answer. 

After hearing the ax cut through his father’s head Isaac squeezed his eyes shut. When something bumped against his foot he opened them and stumbled back. It drew some attention from the crowd, but bolted away. No. No, no, no no nononononononono that wasn’t the final image of his father he’d have!

He was going to remember his father whole, and smiling. Not that–not that image!

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“Pretty good job, Isaac.”

“Thank you. My vocal rang is good for more than just singing.”

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“I’ll only do it if there’s a promise I won’t get grounded afterwards.” Aren’t twenty year-olds too old to be grounded? 

After clearing his throat Isaac managed to drop his pitch to match his father’s. “Killing, no matter the circumstance, is murder. There is justification that can be made for such a heinous act. I am a murderer, and I will bear this sin until my dying breath.”

“I’d have impersonated him as he is around me, but most people don’t see what he’s like with just his family.”