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I would throw myself on the bed — or anywhere else — to catch up on some of my lost sleep, but, given the overbearingness of the moon, which punctually tricks my eyelids, I think I'll disperse some time in the vivid colours of some alcohol. Halfway between anger and apathy, my gloomy mood accompanies me all the way to Shylock's bar, where it isn't only the manager's kind smile that welcomes me. The cheerful chatter of some wizards in the manor plays with my neurons fatigued by insomnia, beating them weakly. However, the annoyance must be insufficient; or is it the sleep that numbs my killer instinct? I wouldn't know what to answer, the fact is that I bring nothing but a little snow — and cold, given the expression of some — into the room. With a listless attitude, I approach the counter, tuning a subdued yawn to the languid rhythm of my steps.

With @qisms

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Kenja-sama, you are invited to celebrate Walpurgis Night.

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I am so tired. I will kill anyone who comes between me and my sleep.

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All right. I'll start the day with a tasty Mana Stone.

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I hesitate before her shiny eyes, her cheeks slightly alight with a not-so-successful attempt to contain an inexplicable desperation. Then I sit on the steps of the staircase; in a languid flutter of eyelashes, my pupils neglect for a few moments that solitary sight.

"𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃?"

Crying

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"… 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓊𝓅?"

Crying

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"𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂. 𝒯𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓈. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈."

In response to @rutile-love

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"𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒."

I don't understand what was going through that woman's mind. Chiretta… Isn't marriage a kind of promise?

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I don't understand what was going through that woman's mind. Chiretta… Isn't marriage a kind of promise?

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A whim teases me. It's not so much the idea, although absolutely unpleasant, of sleeping with something that resembles Oz or the twins, but rather the desire to have everything to myself, or, in other words, the natural refusal to share. I'm dissatisfied: why look for everyone's characteristics, when he already has something that, in his words, vaguely resembles me? Without warning, I lift that thing taking it by the head, to investigate its silent gaze.

"𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽."

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"𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒹. 𝐼 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒪𝓌𝑒𝓃, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅. 𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓁𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒."

I lift my forearm from the backrest, to bring the back of my hand under my chin. Mine is a nonchalant, listless gesture; my head tilts to one side, giving in to a mixture of tiredness and annoyance. My gaze lazily glues itself to Akira, as if in a tacit expectation of some funny request. Killing someone or destroying something would be perfect, at least it would give a jolt to my flat mood.

"𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔?"

From Akira's reaction, I suppose he thought he was alone. Standing behind the armchair, torso bent forward and elbows resting on the backrest, I look at the thing in Mr. Sage's hands with an unfathomable curiosity, just enough to bind my tired eyes for a few seconds. It's a book with incomprehensible scribbles, but which for some reason Akira seems to enjoy.

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"𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔?"

From Akira's reaction, I suppose he thought he was alone. Standing behind the armchair, torso bent forward and elbows resting on the backrest, I look at the thing in Mr. Sage's hands with an unfathomable curiosity, just enough to bind my tired eyes for a few seconds. It's a book with incomprehensible scribbles, but which for some reason Akira seems to enjoy.

They hide the yawn behind the book they're reading, the exhaustion that had settled in obvious in both their face and the way they had lazily positioned themself across the seat, only held back by stubborness itself. Wanting to use their precious free time to read more and wanting to enjoy a rare stress-free moment in equal measuring, and so the sleep is kept at bay (even though they would have drifted off already had they just allowed it).

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Will you lead me to the mountaintop? 𒈔 Let us bury our past 𒈔 Reset my memories 𒈔 Forget my sin 𒈔 And let me disappear into whiteout Mili. "Whiteout."

☪ ━━───── Carrd