#♔ ▌.ANSWERED┆⟨ drawing the death card on every try ⟩

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he places a flower crown on her head , surprising lacie from behind . ( oz !! )

@combinedeyes

ON THE SURFACE IT looked like she was napping but Lacie was drowing in her own world. When the world was going too fast for her, when her thoughts were twirling like a tornado at the back of her mind, she ventured alone, wanting to be away from the crowd and somehow have a little peace. 

Peace... it was a funny word - what could be described as having peace? How did that even feel? All the maiden felt was a numbness at the top of her throat, surfing up whenever she felt a pang of anxiety. She ignored it, not having enough energy to absorb it, and the most annoying part was that they were fleeting and quickly disappeared as they appeared. Lacie lacked the will to fight for acceptism. If the world had already decided to reject her before she was born, why would she waste her little time to fill this empty cup?

There was one hope in her life. A ray of sunshine, a mirror and a contrast to her darker counterpart. He (except for the Core) was the only friend she ever had. 

His touch was light, familiar and she sensed his presence behind her. He placed something on her head and Lacie reached out to touch it, the scent of flowers flowing in the air. “Oz!” Lacie turned around, her long raven hair curling across her back and the crimson-eyed woman hugged the boy. So many emotions attacked her and for the first time Lacie basked in happiness. 

“You’re finally here.” She waited for him. She never gave up on him. For him, she was going to test the boundaries of her patience, and her wish was heard, fulfilled in its wholeness, and at last, the two fallen souls were reunited together. 

“I’m not going to leave you again. Mark my words, Oz.”

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"I'd rather spend the rest of my days with you," said Oz, wrapping his arms around Lacie's frame. "You're dear to me, my very best friend. Without you, I would have never existed, remember?"

@featheredfallacy

        SHE DIDN’T KNOW WHEN it all started. When did her heart become so heavy? She was supposed to be free, of everything and not feel as much as she did know. Was she too naive to believe she can resist this feeling when she was supposed to care less, enjoy less and accept this as it was? 

        Oz.

        The first thing she felt was this warmth of familiarity and it didn’t occur to her from who this was coming from. It was safe and this person was trying to reassure her and trying to keep this overwhelming feeling away from her. She wished it was easier for her, to get rid of this in touch. Just one touch. Was that too much to ask? Didn’t she deserve one single minute of peace and quietness?

        The more Oz continued to talk to her, the more he was making her feel safe. This was the most safest she had ever felt and this led for her to wrap her arms around his short stature. “Yes, I remember now.” She brought Oz closer to her embrace and now she knew who she was talking to. This was a happiness that could not be undone, no matter who tried to steal her Oz away from her. He was her most precious friend.

        “I thought I was lost but you have returned me, back to the place where I belong and that’s with you, and I don’t want to go everywhere else but here.” Her words were echoing what her heart was bursting from. “You have helped me in more ways than I can describe and I’ll forever be in your debt, my Oz.”

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❛ here, let me help you. ❜

@destinywaltz

        SHEETS OF PAPER WERE falling down from her hands when she felt a cold wind going past her. With a sense of urgency, Lacie quickly ran up to them to catch them. It may look a bit strange for outlookers to see a lady in a dress running after just a few papers. Without a context to fill them up, they were too distracted by here image rather than helping her. For Lacie, it was very important that she’d hold them again. The papers were riddled with small pieces of new ideas for her to branch out her musical talents.

        With deep breaths Lacie managed to save some of them... it was only the last one that was missing. She should be happy she had almost all of them but she was troubled she couldn’t save them all. Then the picture would be completed and she could always finish it a second. Her hopes were regained when she saw the last paper flying near her. She had no time to consider anything else because the wind was strong enough to blast it to the other side----but she was stopped by a young gentleman who was closer to it and he grabbed it for her. He must have seen her trying to do her best to capture the previous ones.

        The gentleman was probably a bit younger than her---though he was very beautiful with his blue hair and his eyes that were as blue as the ocean itself. “Ah, thank you! I was afraid of losing them all but you have saved me. Who do I owe the pleasure of expressing my gratitude? Tell me your name, good sir, and I shall thank you properly.”

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Alice's eyes widened, realizing who it was who stood before her, and beamed, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. "Mother!" She called happily, racing towards Lacie and wrapping her arms around her as tightly as she could.

@witchembrace

THE UNEXPECTED HAD happened and within a mere blink of an eye, Lacie felt a pair of arms around her, binding her onto the moment, and when she looked down to find the source of the surprise, it was like Lacie looked at herself in the mirror, though giving another careful scan of the young girl's appearance, it triggered several memories, and it was not long for the connection was made, and for the first time in ages her lifeless eyes brightened, and a gentle smile graced the features of the undefended woman.

"It can't be...." Lacie hesistated to move, a bit scared that this was not real, another nightmare to pester her, to bully her like the countless others she had. She managed to ignore most of them, refusing to break down, but this... was so different; it touched her most weakest spot. She needed to be brave, be the rebellious and fiery Lacie---slowly, she returned the gesture and embraced her daugher. "Alice, it really is you." It really was her, it wasn't a mistake. Never in a million years had she dreamed this could happen. Lacie didn't believe in the creation of miracles. She was met with the harsh truth, a short life demanded to meet a cruel end.

"I've longed to see you, to touch you, talk to you and I can finally say this, from the deepest bottom of my heart, I love you, Alice. I've always have and will for as long as I live."