Everyone in Jamaica, please PLEASE get to the safest place you can. If you are along the coast, move inland. The storm surge is predicted to be up to 15 feet. Be aware of the landslides and mudslides that will come with hurricane Melissa. As of now, it is predicted to be the first category 5 hurricane to even get anywhere near Jamaica, let alone make direct landfall. The eyewall is incredibly well organized, it almost looks like a cookie cutter circle, and it is predicted to be hitting central Jamaica. The harsher side (or, dirty side) will be to the east, so people who are on the east, please take extra care.
Take precautions. This will be life threatening. Stay weather aware.
Thinking about an MC who slowly starts to carry things in her bag for the boys (and thirteen!) as they get closer.
Nothing major, of course- Small things they know that their partner or friend may forget often. Things like an extra tube of Asmo’s lipstick, or an anxiety fidget for Levi when they’re going to be in social situations.
I like to think the cast would do the same for them. Maybe not exactly like that- but like… The residents of Purgatory Hall keeping PJs and whatnot for when the MC stays over. Lucifer takes photos of things MC will need to remember or texts reminders to them. Belphegor carrying around an extra eye mask for their naps together. Diavolo and Barbatos always giving them an escape if the MC seems to need it, but if they refuse, then suddenly they’re in possession of simple luxuries to help them relax (think: bath products, scented candles, etc)
Ysayle is gone. I had told her to be careful and not do anything reckless last time I saw her, and what does she do?
She had to play hero. I was powerless to stop her.
I’m powerless to protect anyone, it seems. I can’t protect my boy from the fires, I can’t protect Aki from whatever it is she is going through, I couldn’t protect Haurchefant. And now, I couldn’t protect Ysayle.
I dare not share my upset with anyone. They all have enough on their plates. I was meant to be the one to help everyone around me, and yet…
I keep coming up short.
Ysayle was my friend. She told me of the lands we walked across in Dravania, and of her goals. Her dreams that she cannot be here to see fulfilled. When last I saw her, she was distraught. I asked her to come with us, and she declined. If only I had stayed with her, maybe she would still be alive…
We are at Azys Lla right now. I stole just a moment to myself to write these things down, yet my heart feels as though it weighs even heavier. Perhaps after this all is over, we may give Ysayle a proper funeral. At least, a prayer for her soul. I will miss her greatly.
My birthday cake for today! I made it myself. I just wanted to have fun with it, so i didn’t try too hard to make it look nice, but i’m super happy with it regardless. And, of course, the taste was amazing.
She should be off with the Scions, helping them with… Well, she doesn’t exactly know. But she should be there, at least as motivation, or whatever Minfilia said she needed her presence for last.
In the aftermath of the Crystal Tower, that’s honestly all she’s been able to do. Sit quietly at a table while people either look at her with pity or praise her for past deeds. Depends on how much they know, and who thinks they can get away with speaking to her when she’s so obviously not in the mood for chatting.
Aki’s pretty sure she had a meeting today, or needed to watch over some new recruits training, or something like that. But instead, she’s sitting on her aunt’s bed while they engage in some “girl time.”
“So, you’ll let me paint your nails, right? They’re so long!” It was technically a question, but Aki knew Cecelia meant it more as a statement.
“Oh, are my nails not fun to paint anymore?” Constianne teased as she leaned against the wall. “Suppose I’ll just paint them myself from now on.”
“Shush! Aki’s been gone for months!” Cecelia gave her sister a pointed glare. “Besides- I know that’s an empty threat.”
Constianne sticks her tongue out at Cecelia, and they continue their sisterly banter while Aki watches.
Its… Nice.
Aki is sure that both of them know that something’s wrong with her, but they certainly don’t show it. They know better than that. The two of them act like they always do, even if Aki doesn’t engage as much. They don’t give her knowing looks, they don’t ask about her time away from home. They let her set the tone, and they keep it the same until she switches things up again.
It’s nice, not to be treated like a stray kitten that people are afraid to scare off. Her aunts just treat her the same as they always do.
“Here, make a sign, won’t you?” Cecelia passes Aki a piece of paper and a marker. At the top, ‘No boys allowed!’ is written in big block letters. “So we can make our girls night official.”
Aki cracks a smile. “Like old times.”
“Duh!” Constianne pushes herself off the wall, taking a peek at the paper as Aki starts making silly drawings of Lucien and Florian.
After a few minutes, Aki hands the paper to Cecelia. “Write ‘Amil welcome’ at the bottom, please?”
Constianne raises her brows. “Amil?”
“He wouldn’t want to come in anyway,” Aki shrugs. “But if he did, I think some sparkly eyeshadow and bright lipstick would look quite nice, don’t you think?”
At that, her aunts laugh. Something about this makes the weight Aki’s been carrying for months ease.
“Your wish is my command!” Cecelia giggles as she writes it down. She walks to the door, opens it, and tapes the sign to the door.
“Alright, where do we start?”
The morning is quiet. Too quiet.
Lucien isn’t one to turn down any peace he can get in this house, typically. But with Aki home… The silence typically means Constianne has looped everyone she could into coming up with a prank to play on him. And as much as he wanted to cheer Aki up, he was NOT in the mood to have his clothes dyed an obnoxious shade of orange again.
He moves quietly, tip-toeing up the stairs. He’d like to catch them in the act, if possible. He opens the door to his room quietly and is shocked to see everything looks exactly how it should.
That must mean they’re planning something more like a glitter bomb- the most annoying of Constianne’s pranks.
He cursed under his breath and continues moving. When he reaches the door with the “No boys allowed- Amil welcome!’ sign, he presses his ear to the door.
He’s entirely shocked at what he hears. Instead of the usual chatter and sounds of chaos, he hears… Snoring? That can’t be. For all their faults, most of the family are morning people with a habit for causing chaos as soon as they rise.
He opens the door carefully to take a peek, and he’s even more shocked to see Cecelia, Constianne, Aki, and… Wait, is that Amil? Is he wearing bright green makeup?
He rubs his eyes. How in the seven hells did they talk the cryptid in the family to not only join them, but stay long enough to have neon green lipstick put on him?
Well- Lucien knows his duty, now. The others have to see this.
