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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 & 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 . 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐎𝐘 ! 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 , 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 ? 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 !
❛ oh ? is that what you’re thinking about now ? how YOU feel ? look at you , dolly ----- you’re so mad at me . . . hee hee hee ! it makes me wanna LAUGH & LAUGH & LAUGH ~ ! ❜ a breath , pausing . ❛ maybe i do know something about you that you don’t .
so ~ what are you gonna do about that ? huuuuuh ~ ? BEG SOME MORE ? d’ya think that’ll make me spill my guts THAT easily ? ❜
he hisses to a stop .
& their silence is deafening . what was once alive with brightened words & song had been strangled . choked & suffocated beneath lies , obsession . his sickening want . to kill everyone off & be the only two left , sifting through ashes . father & daughter . his perfect doll , curated under his knowing touch . alone . forever . the thought made him want to vomit his stomach up , empty of it what was left of his pathetic meal . was that truly love ? an emotion to drive one ill . he wanted it to be , dearly . between his quivered breaths & uneasy laughter is his regime’s designs . the endless cogwork of progress & toil , grinding above them in dizzying knots , crunching , soulless , through thin spaces . mechanical daemons . the blood of her kin , seeping . progress , del la norte marques called it . their city . their home .
return to me . you’re the only person i miss . when our bond snapped , i felt you plunge a dagger . you left me , alone , hurt & bleeding . i screamed for you . my hands willed you back to me , wanting to clutch your curls between my fingers & drag you home . up the stairs . to your chambers . locked by the keys strapped to my belt . you would scream & cry . but I wouldn’t mind . i bid you , follow me , as that dagger in my back .
his hair , so long & dangerous , gold spun on a spindle , cascading down the shoulders of his colourful silks . thin fingers , glinting with jewels in the dim , gripping at the bars . he could burn them with his magic ; melt away with a spell . white - knuckled & grinning violence ( or was it . . . happiness ? ) . so close , their bond had almost ignited again . he could feel her , her natural power . the scientist’s notes , hasty , scribbled in shock , had spoken of something . she was more than just an ordinary girl . more than his beloved ward or beautiful doll . that much he could piece together .
SIMAO’S JOURNAL , THE IMPERIAL CAPITAL OF VECTOR , MARQUES ‘ LAB :
she’s more rose than beast . her hair falls around her as petals , her body , a stem . i’ve never seen anything like this before . only in faerie tales , in those illustrations . our forays into the esper world has been successful , allowing the team access to a wide array of specimens to research . but this girl ... it’s unheard of .
the studies will have to continue . head scientist del la norte marques will be leading the remaining studies . i’m afraid i haven’t a clue on what to do in this situation .
i’m scared . what if the espers find a way to overpower us ?
another groan above them . the machinery sounds like some metal serpent , slithering through the empire’s walls .
and now , his hand is reaching . reaching , further , to grasp at her own silks . a necklace , a scarf . to pull her near . his fingers grip at something . one of those things that decorates her & kefka begins yanking her closer . the magic within her . whatever power that had screamed itself to her surface that joyful day , when the bodies charred & broiled in the wicked flames & he applauded her , as if the show had reached its finale . this same magic was there . within her . it never left & perhaps , that was a mere limb of his envy . a small piece of the whole . born with the gift of magic .
i can still feel you , as you move . as you breathe & smile . sometimes . it pulls , like a child at my sleeve . something always reminds me . and it pisses me the fuck off . because you’re out there in this grand , wide world without me .
come back home , dolly . i have cake for you . i have dresses for you . i even have another crown for you .
terra is brought towards the rusted bars . whatever guard had been keeping watch is long-since gone , hiking up the stairs in fear . the words trickle from his painted lips , now smeared , teeth grit in a hateful smile : ❛ the very least you could’ve done is said hello to an old friend , TINA . ❜ and he's laughing . he threw his head back . his hair , a golden curtain , obscuring his mismatched eyes . hiding the beast he had become , the starved hunger to his gaze . all that’s left was sound & smile . ❛ because if you wanna get something outta me , you’ll have to beat it out , dolly ! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ~ ! ❜
