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lucathiaTitle: My Very Own Creature of Darkness - Part 8
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 2,790
Summary: If it weren't because my friends had dared me to touch the gravestones, I would never have set even one foot in the cemetery. Ceo/Roland, reincarnation, sequel to A Slice of Wedding Cake
Notes: Let's just call this the Halloween arc. I was wrong. It's not a two-parter. More like three. Or four. Illustrations by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kiyutsuna within! Much thanks to fhaystshilffe for some very cool ideas that I incorporated here~.
Previous part
When dawn broke, I could already feel something different about today. The elements were not very stable, and I only felt it more and more as the day grew later.
By the time the sun began to set, dyeing the sky orange and gold, I knew the boundary between this world and the next was approaching its weakest. It was that time of the year again.
Theo had said that today was All Hallows' Eve. I had not known its name before this, nor did I know why people seemed to especially like trespassing the graveyard on this specific night while dressed in strange outfits.
When Theo returned to his room carrying a handful of different outfits and even told me that he would be dressing up as a vampire and his sister a cat, I did not even have to ask before Theo eagerly began explaining the customs he had grown up with. I thought back to the strangely clad trespassers from over the years, finally understanding that this was a human custom passed through the ages.
According to what Theo knew, it was said that people of the past had dressed up as creatures of darkness -- zombies, skeletons, ghosts, vampires, and the like -- in order to escape notice from the malicious demon king that ruled the continent. The demon king paid little heed to creatures of darkness. He only liked to toy around with humans, especially heroes and princesses, so dressing up as a creature of darkness was the best way to escape his interest.
Although all talk of the demon king was now merely a legend of the past, the custom of dressing up on All Hallows' Eve had survived to the present.
Right now, Theo's father was helping me with an outfit. However, it did not seem to be an outfit that would escape notice from the malicious demon king.
I frowned.
All of the outfits Theo had laid out on his bed were dresses. None of them had any holes for my wings. Like Theo had suggested, I had thought to stay in my death monarch form, especially since the custom of dressing up had been to dress up as a creature of darkness. Theo had claimed that it would be perfectly fine for me not to disguise myself as a human, and that people might even compliment me.
If only he knew how many people had screamed upon seeing me in previous years this very night. Still, I humored him, wishing to be able to join in with his customs, glad his father had allowed me to do so. This was a night where I particularly did not want to part from Theo's side.
"I didn't think you would pick this outfit," Theo's father, Landis, said. His eyes had widened upon seeing what I was holding, but when Theo's mother, Farah, elbowed him, he stopped staring... as openly. Instead, his lips quirked up in a way that reminded me of his son's manner except sharper.
Out of all the outfits provided, I had picked one that was black with puffy sleeves. It came with a frilly, pink apron.
I did not quite know how to explain why I had picked this outfit over all the others, only that it was somehow... familiar. The apron had caught my eye first. So, I did not explain myself. I only asked, "What should I do about my wings?"
"Do you plan on staying in that form?" Farah asked.
I nodded and said, "It's All Hallows' Eve."
In order to accommodate my wings, Landis cut out the back of the dress. Otherwise, I would not even be able to put the outfit on. After I finally managed to get into the dress and fix the apron in place, I flexed my wings, pleased that I could move them without feeling restricted. It would have been a waste if Landis had damaged the outfit for nothing.
With a frown, Landis took a step back to study my appearance, looking me up and down. I turned my head, curiously watching him walk around me. Then, he stopped and said, "You should tie your hair."
Soon after he made the declaration, Landis and Farah began helping me tidy my hair. I tried to move my wings out of their way.
"Your hair is much, much longer than Aldric's," Farah commented while combing my bangs.
Landis tried to comb my hair, but he couldn't do it in a single motion. He had to bend his body in order to reach the end of my hair. He said, "You know what, Farah, I think Roland's hair is even longer than Chayse's!"
These acquaintances of theirs must have very long hair if they were comparing my hair to theirs instead of Theo's, whose hair was not all that short. Was my hair really that long? I had not purposefully kept it long. I just saw no reason to do anything about it. As far back as my memories went, my hair had been long. What would it be like to have short hair?
Short hair... like what the human form I took had? Why had I chosen short hair...
I reached up with my left hand to touch my hair right above my neck. When I did so, Landis stopped combing. Even without turning, I knew he was staring. I could feel his gaze.
"Now, Roland," Landis began to say after a moment of silence, "you have a right to privacy, but since you're staying with us at the moment, I would like to be told certain matters."
I blinked. What did he want me to tell him?
When I didn't say anything, Landis huffed and asked, "So, are you married or not?"
"...Married?" I asked in return, confused.
Farah had not stopped combing my hair. It was soothing. She explained, "We thought you might be married, like Landis and me."
"Why?" I asked. I was not sure how this conversation had come about.
"Why else?" Landis said. "You have an eye-catching ring there, you know, right on your ring finger."
...Oh.
So he had been staring at the ring? I lowered my hand, bringing it before me. I touched the emerald.
"This means I'm married?" I whispered, unable to look away from the brilliant green.
I had not... been alone?
Like Landis and Farah, I had pledged myself to someone, and that person to me?
This was what the ring signified?
Landis huffed. "That's what I'm asking you!"
"I don't... I don't remember," I said. "I'm sorry."
I'm sorry.
Who was I... who was I apologizing to?
I covered the ring, gripping my hand tightly.
I wish I could remember.
I wish I could remember you.
I closed my eyes.
All that came to mind were graves.
Landis did not ask me anything else for a long, long time, but he did begin to comb my hair again. He pulled it up, deftly tying it. When he finished tying his side, he moved over and took the hair Farah had been holding up. He combed it a bit more and tied it as well.
Farah smoothed my hair, sighing as she said, "If only Chika would sit as still as you when we do her hair."
I thought of Theo's brash sister, and of Farah combing her hair while she bounced up and down. As I was wondering how Theo fared with his parents possibly doing his hair, Landis suddenly asked, "What's to prevent you from forgetting Theo?"
I stilled.
Forgetting Theo?
Theo and his lively family?
All at once, all I could think of was Theo, Theo who had looked up at me with earnest green eyes, who had uttered my name in such happiness that it had felt like I had found a part of myself.
How could I forget Theo?
His lack of any fear of my appearance? His acceptance of my faults? His muffled attempts to ask me to come inside?
His trust. His warmth. His vivacity. His everything.
How could I forget?
I never wanted to forget. But would I... would I one day forget?
What's to prevent me from forgetting? I did not know why I did not remember anything past the time I'd opened my eyes and found myself alone.
"Nothing," I answered, clutching the ring. "Nothing. I'm sorry."
I could only apologize.
Over, and over, and over again.
I'm sorry.
I'm so, so sorry I don't remember.
I was only ever met by silence.
Landis sighed. He finished tying what seemed to be ribbons on my hair and then gave me a hand mirror. "Take a look."
I looked in the mirror. A strange sight greeted me. He had indeed tied ribbons. "You are very good at this."
"Why of course. I always did Chika's and Theo's hair when they were younger," he proudly declared. Right after his boast, he deflated and muttered that he wished they'd still let him do it.
Then, he gripped me on the shoulder. "If you dare hurt Theo, like daring to forget him, I will hunt you down."
"Dear, he's a death monarch," Farah reminded him. "Besides, Theo can take care of himself."
"Death monarch or not, rest assured that I have my ways! You won't know what hit the newspapers!"
Landis's grip, although strong, did not hurt me in the slightest. What pained me was the knowledge that I could not promise that I would never forget Theo.
Farah came over and gave me a pat on my other shoulder. Then, she pushed both of us out of the room. I let her push me along, folding my wings in so that I would not accidentally smack her. "Come on, it's All Hallows' Eve. Time to show you off."
We walked to the stairs. Landis and Farah parted to the sides, letting me walk before them. From below the stairs, Theo looked up. When he saw me, his eyes widened. A grin soon spread over his face.
I took in the sight of him, trying to engrave the image in my mind.
Please. Please let me not forget.
Around us, Theo's friends were happily chatting. Farah seemed to love the outfits everyone had chosen while Landis was bemoaning that Chika had brought home boys instead of girls. Why was there only one girl? Just who were these boys following Chika around? He'd never permitted it!
I stood among them, these people full of life.
And smiled.
Gently, I touched the ring in reassurance.
As I was lost in thought, Theo tugged on my hand. "Look over there, Roland!"
Confused, I looked in the direction he had indicated. Landis was holding a small, black contraption, the same one Theo had used before. After a flash of brightness, I tilted my head. The small box hadn't done that last time.
Theo took the little box from his father. When he saw my curiosity, he held the box up and asked, "Uh, do you know what this is?"
I shook my head.
"Oh, right, I never explained." Theo twirled a strand of hair around his gloved finger. He smiled and moved closer, showing me how to operate it. "This is a camera! You can take photographs on it. What you see through the lens will be captured on film when you press the shutter. Which is, uh, this button!"
I furrowed my brows, not understanding his explanation.
"Uh... here!" Theo took out his wallet, and with a blush, showed me a piece of paper... no, a card. It was a bit smaller than my hand, a bit thicker than parchment. It was white and glossy. I flipped it over, surprised to see the face of a dark blond man on the other side.
"That's you," Theo hastily explained. "And that's what I mean by 'photograph.'"
I blinked and looked more closely at the card, the "photograph."
This was me?
The picture was a bit blurry, but it showed fair, tanned skin, completely unlike the ashen skin I currently had. Blue eyes stared straight ahead. Dark, wispy blond hair fell in front of those eyes.
I touched the back of my neck, now bare because of the way my hair was tied.
"Why don't you try it out?" Theo handed me a different little box -- was this a camera too? -- and quickly snatched the photograph back. His face was still a bit pink. He quickly explained that this was also a camera, just a different model, one where I could see instantaneous results.
Although I was still unsure how cameras worked even after Theo explained it to me, what I did understand was that they were capable of recording down moments in time. The photograph Theo had shown me was from the day he had had me try on his parents' clothes.
Even if my mind failed me...
As Theo introduced me to his friends, I tried to help them record these moments in time. Through the tiny window Theo called the "viewfinder," I tried to frame Theo's friends as a painter might frame a painting. Theo's friend Grisel was at the counter, delightfully eating chocolates from a small bag. Next to him was a dark-haired girl whom Theo introduced to me as Lesia. Unlike Grisel, she wasn't eating any of the sweets. For some reason, Grisel and Lesia were chained together.
Upon my approach, Lesia glanced up through dark lashes and smiled a small smile at me. I stopped in my tracks but was unsure why I had involuntarily stopped.
Maybe it was because the crescent moon symbol on her cap was familiar? I'd traced a similar symbol too many times to count.
They commented on my outfit. Lesia seemed impressed, while Grisel mumbled that for some strange reason, he really wanted to flip a table right now. Did he not like the apron I was wearing?
Just in case, I put a hand on the counter, though I did not think he was strong enough to flip it.
"Are you two going to stay chained together all night long?" Theo asked.
Grisel waved his free hand in the air. "No, I have the key right here."
He rummaged through his pockets. Then, he rummaged some more, his expression darkening. "Lesia, do you have the key?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Don't you have it?"
"No..."
Left out of their conversation, I fiddled around with the camera. I pressed the button on the camera just as they realized that neither one of them had the key.
"Mom must have taken it! Why else would she suddenly hug me for no reason?"
"So that's why Father looked so amused..."
Unfortunately for Grisel and Lesia, Grisel's mother and Lesia's father had gone off on an extended date together. They wouldn't be back until after the weekend.
The camera spit out a black card. I looked at it in confusion. Theo took hold of it and waved it, explaining that what I was currently using was an instant camera. I watched in fascination as the photograph developed in front of my eyes, black slowly turning into color, until finally, the likeness of Grisel and Lesia, who were in the middle of their frantic search for the key, showed up.
After that, I turned my attention to Theo's sister and her friends. Chika was talking loudly and trying out all the different sweets in front of her. The two boys next to her didn't speak much. Instead, they were listening to her talk. When she saw me looking at her, Chika tossed me a bag of sweets much like the one Grisel had and introduced her friends, Ashlan and Demyan.
"Can you believe it? Ashlan didn't even have a costume!" She jerked her hand at Ashlan, who was watching her fondly. When she saw that, she jumped on him, performing a headlock and ruffling his hair. "Good thing I thought of something we could all be!"
From the side, Demyan touched the cat ears he had. I was not quite sure what he was dressed up as. A hybrid creature of darkness? Chika pounced on Demyan next, nearly toppling him over. Since she was dressed up as a cat, I figured they were all trying to be cats. But cats weren't creatures of darkness? Only Demyan might pass as one.
Now free of Chika's hold, Ashlan gestured at the bag Chika had thrown at me. "For you. I made it."
Had Chika told them about me?
I nudged open the bag. Inside, there were small chocolates. Even though I would not be able to taste them, I smiled at Ashlan to show my thanks. Then, I turned the little bag over, wondering why there was no embroidery on it. Somehow, I thought there should be embroidery on it.
After taking several more photographs, I was satisfied that I had captured many good memories. However, there was one more I wanted no matter what. It didn't have to be a miraculous moment. I just wanted one of Theo. Just Theo.
I turned, and in one quick motion, quickly pressed the button.
Theo didn't even have time to blink.
"That photo is going to turn out blurry," he said.
"That's okay," I answered.
Like he said, the photograph was blurry. I tucked the blurry photograph away. Now we both had blurry photographs of each other.
Even if my mind failed me, I would remember you.
to be continued
Blurry photographs courtesy of Kiyu. 8D
All Hallows' Eve continues...!
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Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 2,790
Summary: If it weren't because my friends had dared me to touch the gravestones, I would never have set even one foot in the cemetery. Ceo/Roland, reincarnation, sequel to A Slice of Wedding Cake
Notes: Let's just call this the Halloween arc. I was wrong. It's not a two-parter. More like three. Or four. Illustrations by
kiyutsuna within! Much thanks to fhaystshilffe for some very cool ideas that I incorporated here~.Previous part
Part 8: All Hallows' Eve 2
When dawn broke, I could already feel something different about today. The elements were not very stable, and I only felt it more and more as the day grew later.
By the time the sun began to set, dyeing the sky orange and gold, I knew the boundary between this world and the next was approaching its weakest. It was that time of the year again.
Theo had said that today was All Hallows' Eve. I had not known its name before this, nor did I know why people seemed to especially like trespassing the graveyard on this specific night while dressed in strange outfits.
When Theo returned to his room carrying a handful of different outfits and even told me that he would be dressing up as a vampire and his sister a cat, I did not even have to ask before Theo eagerly began explaining the customs he had grown up with. I thought back to the strangely clad trespassers from over the years, finally understanding that this was a human custom passed through the ages.
According to what Theo knew, it was said that people of the past had dressed up as creatures of darkness -- zombies, skeletons, ghosts, vampires, and the like -- in order to escape notice from the malicious demon king that ruled the continent. The demon king paid little heed to creatures of darkness. He only liked to toy around with humans, especially heroes and princesses, so dressing up as a creature of darkness was the best way to escape his interest.
Although all talk of the demon king was now merely a legend of the past, the custom of dressing up on All Hallows' Eve had survived to the present.
Right now, Theo's father was helping me with an outfit. However, it did not seem to be an outfit that would escape notice from the malicious demon king.
I frowned.
All of the outfits Theo had laid out on his bed were dresses. None of them had any holes for my wings. Like Theo had suggested, I had thought to stay in my death monarch form, especially since the custom of dressing up had been to dress up as a creature of darkness. Theo had claimed that it would be perfectly fine for me not to disguise myself as a human, and that people might even compliment me.
If only he knew how many people had screamed upon seeing me in previous years this very night. Still, I humored him, wishing to be able to join in with his customs, glad his father had allowed me to do so. This was a night where I particularly did not want to part from Theo's side.
"I didn't think you would pick this outfit," Theo's father, Landis, said. His eyes had widened upon seeing what I was holding, but when Theo's mother, Farah, elbowed him, he stopped staring... as openly. Instead, his lips quirked up in a way that reminded me of his son's manner except sharper.
Out of all the outfits provided, I had picked one that was black with puffy sleeves. It came with a frilly, pink apron.
I did not quite know how to explain why I had picked this outfit over all the others, only that it was somehow... familiar. The apron had caught my eye first. So, I did not explain myself. I only asked, "What should I do about my wings?"
"Do you plan on staying in that form?" Farah asked.
I nodded and said, "It's All Hallows' Eve."
In order to accommodate my wings, Landis cut out the back of the dress. Otherwise, I would not even be able to put the outfit on. After I finally managed to get into the dress and fix the apron in place, I flexed my wings, pleased that I could move them without feeling restricted. It would have been a waste if Landis had damaged the outfit for nothing.
With a frown, Landis took a step back to study my appearance, looking me up and down. I turned my head, curiously watching him walk around me. Then, he stopped and said, "You should tie your hair."
Soon after he made the declaration, Landis and Farah began helping me tidy my hair. I tried to move my wings out of their way.
"Your hair is much, much longer than Aldric's," Farah commented while combing my bangs.
Landis tried to comb my hair, but he couldn't do it in a single motion. He had to bend his body in order to reach the end of my hair. He said, "You know what, Farah, I think Roland's hair is even longer than Chayse's!"
These acquaintances of theirs must have very long hair if they were comparing my hair to theirs instead of Theo's, whose hair was not all that short. Was my hair really that long? I had not purposefully kept it long. I just saw no reason to do anything about it. As far back as my memories went, my hair had been long. What would it be like to have short hair?
Short hair... like what the human form I took had? Why had I chosen short hair...
I reached up with my left hand to touch my hair right above my neck. When I did so, Landis stopped combing. Even without turning, I knew he was staring. I could feel his gaze.
"Now, Roland," Landis began to say after a moment of silence, "you have a right to privacy, but since you're staying with us at the moment, I would like to be told certain matters."
I blinked. What did he want me to tell him?
When I didn't say anything, Landis huffed and asked, "So, are you married or not?"
"...Married?" I asked in return, confused.
Farah had not stopped combing my hair. It was soothing. She explained, "We thought you might be married, like Landis and me."
"Why?" I asked. I was not sure how this conversation had come about.
"Why else?" Landis said. "You have an eye-catching ring there, you know, right on your ring finger."
...Oh.
So he had been staring at the ring? I lowered my hand, bringing it before me. I touched the emerald.
"This means I'm married?" I whispered, unable to look away from the brilliant green.
I had not... been alone?
Like Landis and Farah, I had pledged myself to someone, and that person to me?
This was what the ring signified?
Landis huffed. "That's what I'm asking you!"
"I don't... I don't remember," I said. "I'm sorry."
I'm sorry.
Who was I... who was I apologizing to?
I covered the ring, gripping my hand tightly.
I wish I could remember.
I wish I could remember you.
I closed my eyes.
All that came to mind were graves.
Landis did not ask me anything else for a long, long time, but he did begin to comb my hair again. He pulled it up, deftly tying it. When he finished tying his side, he moved over and took the hair Farah had been holding up. He combed it a bit more and tied it as well.
Farah smoothed my hair, sighing as she said, "If only Chika would sit as still as you when we do her hair."
I thought of Theo's brash sister, and of Farah combing her hair while she bounced up and down. As I was wondering how Theo fared with his parents possibly doing his hair, Landis suddenly asked, "What's to prevent you from forgetting Theo?"
I stilled.
Forgetting Theo?
Theo and his lively family?
All at once, all I could think of was Theo, Theo who had looked up at me with earnest green eyes, who had uttered my name in such happiness that it had felt like I had found a part of myself.
How could I forget Theo?
His lack of any fear of my appearance? His acceptance of my faults? His muffled attempts to ask me to come inside?
His trust. His warmth. His vivacity. His everything.
How could I forget?
I never wanted to forget. But would I... would I one day forget?
What's to prevent me from forgetting? I did not know why I did not remember anything past the time I'd opened my eyes and found myself alone.
"Nothing," I answered, clutching the ring. "Nothing. I'm sorry."
I could only apologize.
Over, and over, and over again.
I'm sorry.
I'm so, so sorry I don't remember.
I was only ever met by silence.
Landis sighed. He finished tying what seemed to be ribbons on my hair and then gave me a hand mirror. "Take a look."
I looked in the mirror. A strange sight greeted me. He had indeed tied ribbons. "You are very good at this."
"Why of course. I always did Chika's and Theo's hair when they were younger," he proudly declared. Right after his boast, he deflated and muttered that he wished they'd still let him do it.
Then, he gripped me on the shoulder. "If you dare hurt Theo, like daring to forget him, I will hunt you down."
"Dear, he's a death monarch," Farah reminded him. "Besides, Theo can take care of himself."
"Death monarch or not, rest assured that I have my ways! You won't know what hit the newspapers!"
Landis's grip, although strong, did not hurt me in the slightest. What pained me was the knowledge that I could not promise that I would never forget Theo.
Farah came over and gave me a pat on my other shoulder. Then, she pushed both of us out of the room. I let her push me along, folding my wings in so that I would not accidentally smack her. "Come on, it's All Hallows' Eve. Time to show you off."
We walked to the stairs. Landis and Farah parted to the sides, letting me walk before them. From below the stairs, Theo looked up. When he saw me, his eyes widened. A grin soon spread over his face.
I took in the sight of him, trying to engrave the image in my mind.
Please. Please let me not forget.
Around us, Theo's friends were happily chatting. Farah seemed to love the outfits everyone had chosen while Landis was bemoaning that Chika had brought home boys instead of girls. Why was there only one girl? Just who were these boys following Chika around? He'd never permitted it!
I stood among them, these people full of life.
And smiled.
Gently, I touched the ring in reassurance.
As I was lost in thought, Theo tugged on my hand. "Look over there, Roland!"
Confused, I looked in the direction he had indicated. Landis was holding a small, black contraption, the same one Theo had used before. After a flash of brightness, I tilted my head. The small box hadn't done that last time.
Theo took the little box from his father. When he saw my curiosity, he held the box up and asked, "Uh, do you know what this is?"
I shook my head.
"Oh, right, I never explained." Theo twirled a strand of hair around his gloved finger. He smiled and moved closer, showing me how to operate it. "This is a camera! You can take photographs on it. What you see through the lens will be captured on film when you press the shutter. Which is, uh, this button!"
I furrowed my brows, not understanding his explanation.
"Uh... here!" Theo took out his wallet, and with a blush, showed me a piece of paper... no, a card. It was a bit smaller than my hand, a bit thicker than parchment. It was white and glossy. I flipped it over, surprised to see the face of a dark blond man on the other side.
"That's you," Theo hastily explained. "And that's what I mean by 'photograph.'"
I blinked and looked more closely at the card, the "photograph."
This was me?
The picture was a bit blurry, but it showed fair, tanned skin, completely unlike the ashen skin I currently had. Blue eyes stared straight ahead. Dark, wispy blond hair fell in front of those eyes.
I touched the back of my neck, now bare because of the way my hair was tied.
"Why don't you try it out?" Theo handed me a different little box -- was this a camera too? -- and quickly snatched the photograph back. His face was still a bit pink. He quickly explained that this was also a camera, just a different model, one where I could see instantaneous results.
Although I was still unsure how cameras worked even after Theo explained it to me, what I did understand was that they were capable of recording down moments in time. The photograph Theo had shown me was from the day he had had me try on his parents' clothes.
Even if my mind failed me...
As Theo introduced me to his friends, I tried to help them record these moments in time. Through the tiny window Theo called the "viewfinder," I tried to frame Theo's friends as a painter might frame a painting. Theo's friend Grisel was at the counter, delightfully eating chocolates from a small bag. Next to him was a dark-haired girl whom Theo introduced to me as Lesia. Unlike Grisel, she wasn't eating any of the sweets. For some reason, Grisel and Lesia were chained together.
Upon my approach, Lesia glanced up through dark lashes and smiled a small smile at me. I stopped in my tracks but was unsure why I had involuntarily stopped.
Maybe it was because the crescent moon symbol on her cap was familiar? I'd traced a similar symbol too many times to count.
They commented on my outfit. Lesia seemed impressed, while Grisel mumbled that for some strange reason, he really wanted to flip a table right now. Did he not like the apron I was wearing?
Just in case, I put a hand on the counter, though I did not think he was strong enough to flip it.
"Are you two going to stay chained together all night long?" Theo asked.
Grisel waved his free hand in the air. "No, I have the key right here."
He rummaged through his pockets. Then, he rummaged some more, his expression darkening. "Lesia, do you have the key?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Don't you have it?"
"No..."
Left out of their conversation, I fiddled around with the camera. I pressed the button on the camera just as they realized that neither one of them had the key.
"Mom must have taken it! Why else would she suddenly hug me for no reason?"
"So that's why Father looked so amused..."
Unfortunately for Grisel and Lesia, Grisel's mother and Lesia's father had gone off on an extended date together. They wouldn't be back until after the weekend.
The camera spit out a black card. I looked at it in confusion. Theo took hold of it and waved it, explaining that what I was currently using was an instant camera. I watched in fascination as the photograph developed in front of my eyes, black slowly turning into color, until finally, the likeness of Grisel and Lesia, who were in the middle of their frantic search for the key, showed up.
After that, I turned my attention to Theo's sister and her friends. Chika was talking loudly and trying out all the different sweets in front of her. The two boys next to her didn't speak much. Instead, they were listening to her talk. When she saw me looking at her, Chika tossed me a bag of sweets much like the one Grisel had and introduced her friends, Ashlan and Demyan.
"Can you believe it? Ashlan didn't even have a costume!" She jerked her hand at Ashlan, who was watching her fondly. When she saw that, she jumped on him, performing a headlock and ruffling his hair. "Good thing I thought of something we could all be!"
From the side, Demyan touched the cat ears he had. I was not quite sure what he was dressed up as. A hybrid creature of darkness? Chika pounced on Demyan next, nearly toppling him over. Since she was dressed up as a cat, I figured they were all trying to be cats. But cats weren't creatures of darkness? Only Demyan might pass as one.
Now free of Chika's hold, Ashlan gestured at the bag Chika had thrown at me. "For you. I made it."
Had Chika told them about me?
I nudged open the bag. Inside, there were small chocolates. Even though I would not be able to taste them, I smiled at Ashlan to show my thanks. Then, I turned the little bag over, wondering why there was no embroidery on it. Somehow, I thought there should be embroidery on it.
After taking several more photographs, I was satisfied that I had captured many good memories. However, there was one more I wanted no matter what. It didn't have to be a miraculous moment. I just wanted one of Theo. Just Theo.
I turned, and in one quick motion, quickly pressed the button.
Theo didn't even have time to blink.
"That photo is going to turn out blurry," he said.
"That's okay," I answered.
Like he said, the photograph was blurry. I tucked the blurry photograph away. Now we both had blurry photographs of each other.
Even if my mind failed me, I would remember you.
to be continued
Blurry photographs courtesy of Kiyu. 8D
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I should be writing job applications but let me read this first
Date: 2014-11-13 11:54 am (UTC)The elements oooooohhhhh (lore gogogo!!)
There it is~~~ <33
If you wanted to escape notice you'd just walk around as usual, but that's boring, darling! (Though even that might not save you from being noticed, as Grisia stated you're only slightly below Demon King levels in power, so he might pay attention to you either way! Might as well be pretty while being noticed by
Senpaithe malicious Demon King!)Stay with your boy~ Protect him from all evil~~
(Magical Maid Roland to the rescue! //shotshot)
Good good, the pinkness of this apron is important!!
Aldric <3 I think I somewhat remember his name by now, ahaha... at least I believe so. Do not test me on this |D;;
Ahh~~ Chayse' hair is longer than Aldric's~~
Aaaahhhhhhh this bit I was shown before aaaaahhhhhh
because someone wanted to stop me from talking about Germany's school systemAnd it's still so hnnnnnnnnnnngh. Poor widower baby Rolanddddd~~~~~
sobs quietly
Landisssss that question is meannnnnn though I understand you're worried DOTING DADDY
SWEET ANGEL CHILD STOP BEING ANGSTY
YOU'RE HURTING MY HEARRRRRRRRT
yes hello I love Roland a lot
"I don't care if you're a high-level creature of darkness second only to the demon king himself, you should fear the wrath of a father if his beloved child is hurt!"
Rolandddddd
Rolannnnnnnd
yes those were two different kinds of wails ok
Roland close-up <333
Oooohhh this is going to be so SO important to Roland aaahhhhh <333
I still wonder, if Lesus' grave gets a crescent moon, what is Vival's symbol? (Which is why keep going with a cross or scales for Judgment)
Leave the poor table alone, Grisel~~ Enough tables have suffered in your past life!
Heroism right there
such responsible parents (well, I guess those two are old enough to take care of themselves, huh)
Chika is such a cutie aahhh~~ As are Ashlan and Demyan~~~~~~
Home-made sweets <3333
I love all these little "Wait, why isn't... wait wait, why should" moments not only Roland but everyone keeps having, ahh~~
Aaahhh~~~
you cUTIE
how can Roland be such an angel I swear to the God of Light
also how many times did I type "Roland" today idek
Re: I should be writing job applications but let me read this first
Date: 2014-11-14 04:49 am (UTC)<3333
Yes, yes, Roland, be pretty~~. People will notice you anyway. =x
Aldric Aldric Aldric (x1000000). I'm typoing some names myself. XD;;; Chikus almost made his way into the story, oops.
What what, ramble to me all about Germany's school system. I'm all eaaaars. *____*
Landis is being a (mean) doting daddy, yes. :3;; He should be happy. It's like he's getting a third daughter~
(When is Roland not being angsty in this story =x)
Vival can have a... half moon instead of a crescent, hahaha. But yeah~~, a cross does make more sense for Judgment to distinguish from Moon. Wu Ling's designs for each of the holy knights' symbols are awesome. <33
The poor conference table that got destroyed by Judgment... These knights are not very kind to tables.
Roland, to save the day (and tables).
<3333