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[gasotea]

I was waiting for this as you can see-//

Walking through the darkly lit hallways of the prestigious college was hard for the young girl with a red bow in her hair. She was stumbling, tripping on her own feet as she held onto the skirt of her fancy dorm uniform. Classes for the day was over, everyone was either in their own dorms or in their clubs, so nobody had to see her pathetic state.

She was thin, terrifyingly so. Her cheekbones were visible, her hands were delicate, her fingers were long and boney, that was the beauty standards of the land she came from. Her delicate legs trembled with each step as she held onto the wall of the ball, when she stood before the door of the infirmary.

The skin of the freshly fallen snow, hair and eyes of the coal and two beauty marks upon each side of her nose, she was someone that could be described as beauty.

She could hardly take a single breath due to the tightness of the corset beneath her clothing. She slowly pushed the door open and stumbled inside, her eyes were closed as she shivered, and then, she spoke, in a voice as soft as the flames of the candles outside.

"Mister... Gwydion... I suppose I'm sick again.. "

He was tidying up the nurse's office, make the few beds it has. There has been a few students who came for his aid for various reasons, mainly from the flight lessons and alchemy lessons. Accidents happen everyday, and he is there precisely for it.

Now everyone has been dismissed, he only has to worry for one student. He sat in a desk idly and work his magical pen. Despite being a teacher, he still have to get used to the function of magical pen. It was unlike using his eyes as the magic resource anyways.

He will wait for an hour, and if she deem fine by one hour, he will leave, he thought in his mind. But soon enough he heard the footsteps along with the dim aura appearing in his mind map, he knew she's not fine today. With worries, he rushed to the entrance and stopped when he heard her voice. He calmly responded,

"Yes, it seems so. Come lay down, I'll check upon what's seems to... more wrong and give you some healing"

As the white cloth over his eyes fluttered by the wind, he went to close the window, afraid it might be too cold for her fragile body.

[gynaiko]

ㅤㅤㅤME:   OH   NO,   OF   COURSE   I   DON’T   SHIP   THOSE   CHARACTERS;   I   JUST   DON’T   SEE   THEM   THAT   WAY,

ㅤㅤㅤALSO   ME,   2   SECS   LATER   NOW   HAVING   THE   IDEA   PLANTED   IN   MY   HEAD:

[serpenbite]

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[gasotea]

Trying to focus into the phone, she closed her other ear. The rain is pouring down. It's not such a good omen for her. She caught a few words here and there. A small bar... Northern entrance... And the rest is just a blue. She almost shouted into the phone. But the sounds are too loud. Rain dropping into the leaves and the ground, eventually rain was getting onto her skin.

"Huh?? Okay. I'll be there!", hanging up quickly. She can't hear well anyways. She put her phone in her backpack and zip it close. It seems she has no choice but to go pass into the rain. Gladly she had a helmet with her. With the helmet covering her face and hair, she drove off with the light of her motorbike. Eventually finding her way at the little bar. Nunnally waiting there. Her jacket is a bit drenched but the clothes under it is not much luckily. She took off her jacket and throw it over her motorbike, along with her helmet.

"Sorry for calling you over so suddenly. But this is urgent.", it won't be too good to speak while standing here, she thought. "Shall we head inside? It's not too good to talk here....", her face is a bit pale from coldness, her shoulders squeezing together in hope to not shiver. Arms crossing against one another, she opened the door to the little bar, it seems empty enough to talk, she thought.

"Come on, don't tell me you're afraid of going into bars alone", a little teasing, of course. But Nunnally looked just so lost standing there outside of the bar waiting for her.

How interesting. Lin stared at the screen that suggested something very absurd. Well, for her. For her comrades however it is just another mission she must carry out. There was nothing odd about it. She tap her shoes against the floor, not entirely sure if she should accept such a thing.

She couldn't decide it herself, however. If she rejected, someone else will do it in her place. She just can't leave the matter be. She grabbed her coat and decided to give her dear friend a text. Telling her to come over to a park that they first met. It was quite urgent however.

She headed out to the park with her motorbike, however while she was waiting, it suddenly started pouring down. She wasn't sure if she should keep waiting there or rearrange.... That's when her phone rang in her pocket. Taking a shelter under a tree, she picked up the phone, it was from Nunnally.

"It's Lin speaking. Nunnally? Where are you now? Can you make it in the rain?"

T: I hope this is okay!

Nunnally was surprised to get that message from Lin. Such a sudden meeting in a park? She was kind of surprised, but she did not have any plans for the rest of a day, so she complied. She liked Lin. Her new life was giving her a hard time; her old friends suddenly disappeared from around her, and the new people in her social circle were scary. In a way. And although Lin appeared in her new life, she, somehow, offered her the vibes of the life that Nunnally had lost.

Having arrived in the downtown, Nunnally was caught in a terrible storm. Pouring rain. Lightening. Thunders. She could definitely not go to the park like that. She called Lin:

“Lin, this is me Nunnally. It is raining terribly. I will not be able to get to the park. What about meeting somewhere else?”

Nunnally looked around. It was Sunday, late afternoon. Nothing seemed opened apart from a small bar just outside the park. Well, she was not keen on such places, but it was the only choice at the moment.

“There is a small bar just outside the Northern entrance. Do you know it? How about meeting there? I think it is our only option, if we do not want to get completely soaked. She should serve tea or coffee… I will wait outside. Till you arrive.” – truth to be told, Nunnally did not want to go inside. Alone. 

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[gasotea]

After another tiresome history class, the redhead Ghoul got out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang. Each time she was reminded why she only attended classes sometimes, as opposed to always, and it would be less if she wasn’t at risk to be expelled— Alas, the girl huffed heavily, clearly irritated, while she headed to the music room to finally relax.

…Until. The visage of something— long, pure white hair—, caught her attention and, in just a moment, her irritation turned into a pleasant surprise. She audibly gasped, her violet eyes met another same-colored glance; there was no mistaking, it was—!

“—!! Gwydion!!” Scarlett shamelessly called for his name in the distance, after finding him at the entrance of the infirmary. Just what was he doing there? In any case, her pace accelerated to meet him faster, as her mood immediately got more lively. “Hellooo! Do you remember me?” 

Of course he did, right? Then why was he running away!?

He was done doing some work in the infirmary and since no student has come, he thought he could restock some medication and report to the principal's office. It was going smoothly. His day is as methodical as always.

He gather the papers of the condition of some students and headed out into the hallway. Before he could step outside, he saw a fiery red hair first in the distance. It couldn't be her... Right? He thought. Though his hopeful wishing disappears when their eyes met, followed by her cheery voice calling out his name.

He steps back and close the door. He must be dreaming. He took a deep breath and opened again, only to be greet by her smile. He kept a straight face, looking down at her, holding onto the papers... rather firmly.

"Yes.. I remember you, Scarlett. Do you perhaps have business with me...?"

If she looks closely, unlike his usual white outfit, he's wearing a medical coat! His long hair tied up neatly into a ponytail.

[gasotea]

She looks out of it. Her mind must be in daze,he decided to not make her listen to any more of his rants. He pulls the blanket over her more even though it's already pretty perfect. He took off the needle on her wrist and put her hand back gently.

"Can I grant wishes? Well, if it's in my capabilities, I will grant your wishes. Maybe one or two", caressing her forehead, she moves the thin strands of coal black hair out of there.

"What kind of wishes... are you talking about?", he pondered, it's been long since he felt this way. Sheltering a child, granting their wishes as a parent or a brother. How nostalgia indeed. How much this child suffered to be in this state? Requiring medical assistance every single day...

He's never been fond of war, but when one must have it, they must have it. Whether their inner war or the war sacrificing the people... When there is in need of a change. What a twist of fate, to put him in a similar condition... once again.

A sparkle of hope and determination gleamed in the eyes that seemed more skin to that of the endless abyss, even through darkness, stars still manage to shine.

She continued to lay in the hard bedding of the infirmary, she took the vitamins from him, and listened to his words half heartedly, her mind was more so focused on what had to be done in order to bring back the white es in her people's eyes.

"What can I do.... What must I do.... You can't grant any wishes, can you? "

She asked, the last part was more of a joke as she laughed at herself, her eyes fixated on her hands, on my skin and bones, her veins were clear underneath the pale skin, her nails were painted a beautiful shade of red, just like an apple.

Thoughts were overwhelming for a moment, and she heard a brutal ringing in her wars, but the vision of herself, sitting upon that throne with people happily cheering for her... It made her soul burn more.

She simply nodded at his talking, taking everything and writing it at the back of her head. Visit him everyday, take those vitamins... Easy enough.

[gasotea]

With a heavy sigh, brown and red haired girl crashed to the ground after a rough round of cleaning up around the fancy lounge, she was offered extra money by the tweels if she did it, and who is she to turn down perfectly fine money? She counted it once and then twice, just to make sure she got the whole thing.

"With this.. I'll be closer to owning that apartment I've been eyeing in shaftlands..."

And a genuine smile blossomed on her face, but it was interrupted by her stomach growling....

Right. She had skipped lunch and dinner to earn the extra money, and now it dawned on her that she was starving. A heavy groan escaped past her chapped lips as she hot up and exited through the mirror and into the hallway, when she saw the snake beast woman, they talked once or twice, but before she even weighed it in her mind..

"Hey! Lin! Wanna go and get some food from Sam? It's on me!"

Oh well, some good deeds never hurt anyone, and it won't make a dent in her savings.

Running around, finding job and going through classes is indeed difficult. Especially when she has to put up with some annoying students. She can make enough money though to live through the school life. Her split tongue wander around her fangs, the gums are still a bit hurting. She really shouldn't do it every single day, but since it was for money...

Sighing as she walks down the hallways, she doesn't really want to go back to the dorm yet. Hands in her pocket, she just looked ahead the fancy carpets they had in the hallways. That is until someone called out her name. Hm? It was... that human girl. Same condition as her no less. Being broke sometimes bring people together.

"Ah Malice, was it? Why so suddenly? And sure why not, I'm headed to Sam's place anyways. But it's fine, I can pay for myself. How can I burden my fellow for a meal"

She paused, pondering, "Unless you got paid and want me to owe you a debt? If you want to treat, sure. Next time it'll be on me", she grinned.

[gasotea]

It worked again! Although that was surprising to her, it worked and she was able to travel back and forth whenever she wanted. Nunnally breathed deeply. It was warm, sunny, her bare feet were touching the grass. Her white, silk dress, richly decorated with lace was more similar to the to a night dress in that scenery. Making her looking like a fairy. Or a ghost.

She walked the forest path to the known lake, laughing and humming a lullaby. She felt free. No-one was watching. No-one was judging. Nunnally was dancing… Suddenly it all stopped. She more sensed than saw someone watching her. Curious eyes on her…? Or perhaps angry…

“I know you are there…!” – she said, her voice laced in anger and irritation – “Have courage to come out the shadow! Peeking like that is not polite!”

for Gwydion.

Being done with daily affairs, Gwydion headed out for a walk. He couldn't stand to be in that stuffy office room anymore. Those cool breeze and gentle grass always soothe his mind. He thought today was just as other days, however, he observes something unusual. Out of place. Abnormal. However it's beautiful, so he ended up watching for a while. It was a girl, or a spirit, white as it can he. The sunlight painted her figure in gold.

Being called out by the 'spirit', he was surprised. He couldn't figure out what she is. And to think she can speak their language.... He stood there for a few second. With her non-pointed ears she looked like a human, but a human wouldn't have the feel of powerful aura to them. For some reason, he couldn't pinpoint her existence at all.

He could see her accent hold anger, although he doesn't like it, it was his fault for stopping and watching while she was minding her business. He decided to walk out and towards her.

"Firstly, I'm sorry to have peek at you. You looked quite peaceful there.... Almost like a wind nymph taking form and performing for nature.", his admiration was true. Her image was breathtaking. He almost thought he was being drawn in by the dark forest.... "Secondly.... What are you? I believe... You don't belong here, although I'm not sure"

[gynaiko]

ㅤㅤㅤ&   JUST   BECAUSE   I’M   ALREADY   DEEP   IN   MY   OWN   HEAD;   ENTERTAINING   THAT   THIS   CRACK   THEORY   IS   TRUE,   I   PERSONALLY   BELIEVE   THAT   ADAM   ACTUALLY   ALREADY   KNEW   ABOUT   LUTE.   THAT   SMILE   HE   GAVE   HER   WHEN   HE   DIES?   YEAH,   HE’S   NO   FOOL…

[gasotea]

He truly wonders why is he doing such a thing. It's been very long since he's hugged someone after all. The tension seems to be crackling in his head, unable to utter more words in the duration of the hug. As if it was such a big deal. Her teasing words make him stiffen, sighing, he would whisper out, "...Be quiet", the red on his ears coming down to his face slowly.

It was a sugarcoated form of, 'shut up'. But he can't be that rude. He continued a few words, "Just a little hug won't kill me", don't be dramatic, he almost added. She was warm and soft to the touch, he doesn't dislike hugs after all. He draws tiny patterns on her shoulder, slowly having control of his blood flow back.

As she pulls away, he steps back and straightened his clothes and sat down on his seat. Looking at her with the same, calm expression, his blush nowhere to be found. His eyes shone bright purple as he nods at her gratitude, "It's only my duty", he pretends to not notice the slight change in her complexion as he proceeds with the conversation, his words are misunderstood by her, it seems.

"Ah I simply meant I don't really have personal interaction with much women that is outside of my work. Since it was only professional interactions... not many of them act... this way", he explained, before glaring at her, being teased again, he thought, "My tastes? I have never... thought about you that way, truth be told.. That is unless...", he went silent, is he really trying to court right now? It can't be. He doesn't have any experience on courting a lady! And he wasn't even planning to! How does he get out of this situation!

His posture stiffen and his expression froze, oh no. He did not just give her a reason to tease him... again.

Humming in contemplation to his words, she entertained the idea of playing together one day. She could get an arrangement for both instruments, that would be fun...! Her eyes shone for a moment at the thought but she remained quiet for now, getting ready for the promised hug. The flush on Gwydion's face was an adorable sight, but she couldn't help but wonder...

Why did he follow her so-called antics if they bothered him so much?

Her breath hitched slightly when she was embraced, inevitably, after that thought and the pats on her back. Half a second later, she hugged him back, a bit tighter than he did. It was undeniable that it felt weird. It felt warm, comforting... weird.

"Ha, I think it will..." her face buried in his shoulder, taking his scent in, she relaxed a bit, "...fufu, you are willing to torture yourself with a hug in order to make me feel better? You are good at your job, hm~" she teased, unable to stop herself as she cuddled him a little.

Scarlett hated to admit that Gwydion's presence was, indeed, relaxing, which would obviously discomfort him, considering she wasn't in need to be alert, but more playful and occasionally touchy. In a way, she almost felt safe... and that was a new, yet terrifying thought. Her arms squeezed him a bit before letting go... for now.

"I believe this will do, thank you~" The redhead moved back slowly, recalling his words from earlier, and bringing them back trying to ignore the warmth of her own face, "...I will let you know that I have manners. I'm simply not... uptight like you, perhaps? And, hey, am I not elegant? How rude..." Her eyes looked a bit softer when they found his again, "...but it's not like I'm flirting with you to fit your tastes..." suddenly a grin appeared, and she tilted her head innocently, "...or am I?"

[gasotea]

Her struggles felt similar to his past, except it wasn't this severe. He could enforce peace for a few years. Until everything was completely destroyed. And he came here, he didn't regret at all. Everything... happened for a reason.

His face was mixed with concern though when she tried to get up. He heard the rustles. He shook his head and took her shoulders in his hands to put her back onto the pillow.

"I admire your determination. But you're in no condition to fight right away", easing, he spoke in a soft voice. "I'm glad you made that decision. And indeed... as a heir, you'd want to save your people. For that, you must be healthy. Now be good and stay in bed for a while. The IV is about to be emptied"

He lightly scolded. But now he can be safely assume that she will adopt a more healthy habit. Hopefully eat more. He went to the cabinets and counted a few bottles, taking them out. "Take these vitamins everyday. And come here everyday so I can give something to enhance your digestive system's health. That seems to be the problem. If you still can't consume food, I'll provide you with nutrients thay can directly absorb to your bloodstream", giving her the bottles, he said his instructions quite clearly. Sternly too.

A part of her caught onto the fact that the story was changed, but it was for the better. She just listened to him without saying a word, her head was resting in her hands as she gazed up at him, lips slightly agape as she hummed softly, she was truly like a child, listening to her parent's story.

She held onto every word he spoke, and yet her mind drifted a little as well. She could easily remember the common folks look at her, with a mix of begging and misery. They weren't happy with the system, they weren't happy with the standards.

A seed of determination was now completely buried deep in her chest as he finished his talent, and she turned around and made an attempt at getting up, but she stumbled and fell back to the bed.

"I've made my decision. I can't stand back and watch as this cycle of abuse continues forward with me, too. I saw those people's misery... I don't want their hoe in me to crumble. "

Something had to be done, she cannot sit back and watch anymore, look at where that brought her. Sick as a dog..

[gasotea]

Who knows, he might be the fairy godmother she needs. To encourage her and to reassure her actions are a right one. That's what he's been good at anyways. It is indeed hard to change what the system has constructed over the year. And people can't enforce it upon what's our of their control. But this is different. He's out of that place already. There might be hope. There is hope.

"A queen... Huh", nostalgia indeed. His role seems to never change throughout the century.

He sensed her flame of soul becoming brighter and warmer, even a little. He smiled and gave her head a pat, keeping it there, he started with the 'story'.

"There live a boy in a secluded... country. He was weak, he was targeted. He had duties dumped upon him. Possibly, he'll have to be the right hand for the ruler when he grows up. Because of the same reason, many malicious people wanted him dead. He saw many horrors while growing up... On himself, on other innocence"

His mind drifting, he immerses himself into the story as well, "And he saw a light in his life. He wanted to protect it. And he strived to change the world... for her. He defied the system and become the top position in the country, of course, the princess, his light was at the top hierarchy. He was content with it. And...", pausing. He can't possibly speak of the tragedy. So he twisted the story.

"And of course, they conquered the country together. With the boy serving the princess' side. They put a halt to all the toxic things that happens to the citizens and make every children happy. 'No war nor hunger or misfortune shall upon this country ever again', they vowed", smiling at Apfel. After becoming a dark elf, he has been able to lie more freely. Even then, all that wasn't a lie. It was ideals.

A change? Was it truly possible without the help of a fairy godmother? Would it mean anything if a single princess tried to change a system that was put up over thousands of years?

She stayed silent for awhile, letting his words completely register deep into her mind as she hummed with her hands folded over her lap, and then, she gave him a weak smile.

"Maybe then.. I become the queen. I'd love to try.. Even if it feels impossible for now. "

She felt as though it was wishful thinking, she couldn't change a thing. But those thoughts weren't in her own voice, no, it was the bitter and disgusting voice of her mother as she frowned, a butter taste was in her mouth.

Her expression softened when she saw his facial expressions again, like s child drawn to a fairytale that is about to be told before bedtime, she pulled the thin comforter over herself more and hummed.

"Please... Do tell me that story."

[gasotea]

He shoots her a glance, huffing, and closing his eyes in the mean time, "Well, you could be more courteous and not be always that... mischievous. I'm more used to women who exhibit elegance and manners", although it is not necessarily that he dislikes her. He's just not used to Scarlett's playful manners. He's never been in a position where he's teased to frustration after all. Neither does he do that to someone, either. His life was a calm sea before, until she came in to shook his world and cause waves and storms.

He hummed in response. That was her sole reason for attending...? He doesn't quite get it. But he decided to not mention as she might have her reasons. Unless she's terribly foolish and is actually doing this for music... "Those children are indeed noisy. Just earlier I was treating a student, they were chattering so loudly it caused me a bit of dizziness. Youth are truly cheerful", he exclaimed and chuckled. He likes seeing people being happy. It was no matter where he us. "Oh, you play the piano? That brings back memories, I used to play the flute. Tho I doubt it'd be compatible with your piano"

"Hmm...", ...He is now contemplating and on verge of regretting his own words. However, he pushed himself out of his chair. Thinking it's only his duty. He walked towards her and bend to her level and wrap his arms around her frame. His head hovering over one of her shoulder as he pats her back. "There there. I hope your headache is better with this", offering a few words. He's being very careful, he doesn't want to give her another reason to tease. Though his pointed ears are pink...

With a scoff, she playfully hit his shoulder after he admitted he did find her immature. Not too strong or upset at all, though, only following said role while keeping a soft smile on her face. “My antics!? Don't be mean! Would you rather have me cold and expressionless? That isn't fun...” Scarlett followed him inside the infirmary, continuing to ramble, which was a sign that she was feeling more relaxed, much to -possibly- Gwydion's misfortune.

Closing the door behind her, she studied the room, as she was never in need to visit that place, “...Well, I'm not here for those 'children', for your information. In fact, I wouldn't have a headache if it wasn't for what I have to call classmates,” she complained, then flopped on a chair, “ugh, they are so noisy... but...” a sigh, then a softer look in her eyes took place for a moment, although she wasn't looking at anything in particular, “the music room makes it all a little worth it. There is a beautiful, Grand piano there...! ...But I have to attend classes to use it. That isn't fair...” She dramatically sighed, “See what I have to deal with in the name of music?”

His expression upon his own offer didn't go unnoticed. After rambling dramatically about her questionable school life -even though that wasn't all there was to it-, she looked at him again, a glimpse of mischief in her eyes. “Oh?” The Ghoul straightened up in her chair, “actually, I could totally have a hug now, yes. Isn't that healthier than medication? Maybe it works better as well, let's give that a try~!” Thus, she opened her arms, not moving from her spot, while her smile only widened. The amethyst glance of hers was absolutely enjoying the sight of that slight flush on his cheeks.

[gasotea]

He relaxed himself. Turning back to her. The hollow spaces that his eyes were supposed to be were bleeding, staining the white cloth he has over them. The bleeding had stopped as he was calmed... However, it ached. But he could ignore it. For now.

He smoothen his white coat, turning his head towards the window, the light wriggle into the blindfold, but nothing to accept the light. He could only feel the last warmth of the sun, not the light.

"Do you want to make a change?", how ironic. He has failed at changing his realm. Now he's asking if this person before him want to change. However he sounded determined. Perhaps out of concern, perhaps out of his own selfishness.

"Your country... might need to change"

He paused. Hesitating a bit. "Miss Apfel, do you want to hear about a boy who felt the unjust that he strived to change his own world?", relaxed, he sat down beside her. His expression gentle.

A laughter escaped past her chapped lips as she had a hand on her stomach, she could feel her organs as she looked down, she shook her head and then turned her head to the side, her thin black hair falling over her face.

"I... Know that she doesn't love me. I knew it the moment I was adopted... She looked at me like as though I was just a pet. "

She hummed softly, she pulled her weak knees up for herself and hugged them close to her chest, where she could feel her ribcage. She could see his face, how angry he looked, how enraged he was... It made her happy. She wasn't taken care of like this.

A servant boy... Looked like her. It terrified her, she held her face in her shaky, skeletal hands as she sighed shakily and closed her eyes..

"I... Can't stomach any food. I've tried.. But.. Even fruit juice makes my stomach upset and makes me vomit... "

She whispered softly and placed her head down on her knees. She looked rather anemic as well, her hands were shaking as she closed her own eyes for a moment.

"My looks... These are the beauty standard of my country. "