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Since Lacie’s gone… Jack’s mind is broken.

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                           the faery was beautiful                                                   — stunning — the way a storm is when you wake up            and see lightning streak across the sky.                                                                                               and probably just as dangerous.

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                           ”We have a  t w i s t e d  love.   A love that is part hate and part admiration and part fear.                                                                         But love all the same.”

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send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number

1: aggressive kiss

2: all over kiss

3: back kiss

4: cheek kiss

5: eyelid kiss

6: fingers kiss

7: firm kiss

8: first kiss

9: forehead kiss

10: french kiss

11: gentle kiss

12: ghost kiss

13: hand kiss

14: jawline kiss

15: last kiss

16: neck kiss

17: rain kiss

18: stomach kiss

19: underwater kiss

20: upside down kiss

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Just like she used to do before coming here, Lacie snuck outside as soon as the sun set and wandered around the garden in search of a quiet place to sit down and relax. She usually stayed for a couple of hours, before returning to her room. Within the time she spent outside, she normally sang or thought about different things, such as the 'family' she left behind in order to attend this murdering academy. Of course she did not know about the murders beforehand.

Ah, yes, the murders. Death was not something she was not familiar with as she herself had killed before. And seen others kill. And watched people die. Yes. It was not something she was scared of. She wasn't even scared of her own death; the only ones she did not want to disappear, the ones who she wanted to live, were her brother and possibly Jack. Apart from them, everyone else could just disappear and she probably wouldn't mind. Then again, she would be lonely here without people around her; without anyone around, the academy would feel empty and she would certainly not like that. And she had yet to kill anyone since her arrival. Even after acquiring the knowledge about the deaths and trials, she hadn't tried to kill anyone nor had been targeted. It was a little odd for her, but perhaps that was just another sign that her mind was a lot more stable than when she was younger.

Today was like any other: she snuck out, found a quiet place within the garden, sat down with her soft blanket over her shoulders and back, and leaned against the side of a tree. And she sang. Eyes closed, hands clasped together, her voice resounded within the area and it was not long until she heard steps approaching her, bringing the song to an abrupt stop. As she opened her eyes and turned to face the stranger, she was surprised to see the young girl standing there. She'd seen her around, of course, and recognized her clothing and raven hair. However, it was only now that she took notice of her eye color: crimson. It was so rare for her to find someone with the same red eyes as hers, that she could not help but be astonished.

"Oh..." It wasn't odd for her to hear a compliment on her voice but it usually came from her brother or Jack or Revis; never from a stranger. "Thank you~" She was thankful, since it was her first time receiving such praise from a random person. "May I ask what you might be doing out here at this hour, by yourself, young lady?" She smiled.

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           { ♠ } — She had become quite the night owl since her arrival on the island. One would believe that traveling under the guise of darkness was unwise during such troubling times, the Gambler did not fear such things. The sun was too strong for her liking and the commotion during the day time was unbearable.

           Tonight she found herself among the greenery of the park. It was strange to have such an environment present amidst the tropical backdrop, but she would not complain. The gurgling of fountains and faint chirping of birds was oddly comforting to her. She would never admit to it but she was finding the constant deaths exhausting. One could try to ignore death but it took its inevitable toll even so.

           There was an added melody to the serenity of nature’s song, that Celestia soon identified as singing. Approaching the source the lolita’s crimson gaze set on a slim frame that was frighteningly familiar yet utterly foreign. Dark hair framed her pale and beautiful face. Even with her eyes closed this woman bore a striking resemblance to her dearly departed mother. Some might take comfort after meeting such a person but Celestia’s current emotions were quite contrary. To put it simply she did not have many fond memories of her mother, if any at all. ❝You…❞ She spoke impulsively her emotions guiding her words, which she hardly ever let occur. 

           ❝Have a beautiful voice. I must say I’m very taken by it.❞ Nicely done, one almost disaster skillful avoided. It was best not to take out her unwarranted aggression on a stranger.

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you can’t return to where you never                                                                                        L E F T

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"Of course it's you! There's no one else around, is there?" What a strange one this young man was. And he claimed that was not a costume? ...Well, not that she herself was dressed like everyone else; a ball-gown was certainly not a common look here. "Hmm, and why should I not be? But if you think it's weird, we just need to introduce ourselves and we won't be strangers anymore~"

"Hungry, you say? Why don't you eat something then?" She asked, "It probably will hurt, and you'll feel sick." She knew that quite well.

"Deary…? Is that me… …? A mummy… Eh… … No. I’m not dressed up…"  After all, beneath the bandages were friends… Old and new.  "… … Are you worried…? About me… … You don’t know who I am… And yet…" 

"Aahh… Nothing’s the matter… … I’m hungry… I wonder if it’s ok… Do you think if I starve… Will it hurt?"

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let me know when the devil delivers my CROWN

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Lacie took a step back, hands laced behind her back. "Ehhhh." She looked genuinely disappointed. "You can't just have a nap at this hour! Sleeping is for the night, you have to enjoy the day while it lasts!"

"You will keep me company! And that's that!" She said, allowing no room for retaliation. Even if he did say something else now, she would probably ignore it. He was now her new toy,after all. "Now where should we go~?"

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[The boy was used to people shortening his name like that so it wasn’t as annoying as when it happened for the first time. What did catch his attention was the sudden change in tone from the girl made him think that she was probably crazy or had a screw loose.]

And why should I keep you company? I was thinking of having a nap on one of the empty classrooms before you stopped me.

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"Happy Halloween, deary~! Oh! Is that a mummy costume?" She was really regretting not having put on something special for the day now. "But my, oh my, you look ever so pale! Is something the matter?"

"Ahhh… Ahah… Happy Halloween…"

He’s not dressing up, however… The bandages he wears could pass as a costume but he’s already a monster, isn’t he?

"… … I’m thirsty…"

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                                                         Roses DIE

                                   The s e c r e t is inside the pain

                    Winds are high up on the hill

                                      I c a n n o t h e a r y o u

             Come and HOLD me close

                        I’m shivering cold in the h e a r t of rain

                                     D a r k n e s s falls, I’m CALLING for the dawn

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J A C I E 

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                                                  the dead receive more flowers

                                                       than the living because

                                                remorse is stronger than gratitude.

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                                   when i am with you                                    there’s no place i’d                                    R A T H E R      B E

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Did you remember something, Glen?

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It was only a

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