𝑫evotion | Identity V Oneshots 2

♧ Joseph Desaulniers (DM)

Atropos Ropes - DM Joseph. (Name referring as 'Melodis' instead of Desire)
TW: Death, obsessive behaviour, unhealthy relationship.
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Intoxicating
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The Golden Rose Theatre had always been famous for the first performance, "Lachesis' Coin." A massive hit, the main actress put every blood, sweat, and tears on putting on a show. Passion, she put every fibre in her body to give the character life in a story where her end is left with pain. It was that emotion of dread during the climax that drew audiences at their heels, hearts synced with a sorrowful drop as the story ends with no remorse to the all so beloved lead. A masterpiece, some would call it.

Lachesis had put her heart and soul to the performance till the very end, and yet at the same time not realising her character's slumber had fused with her own fate. The well loved actress soon fell into eternal slumber too..

At least for the most part, that was what they told you. A year long of gossip emerged as soon as the fascinating Lachesis succumbed to her fall, and fans alike mourned her passing. Rumours dwell just underneath those tears they held, gathering as it drops onto another's hand. It spread like wildfire, and the once sobbing mess became nothing more than disdain as the Director of the theatre fell into the centre of faults and problems. An old man, so frail and yet so confident as to return back on stage so soon - he knew the show had to go on.

Soon after, the second performance "Atropos Ropes" struck the nobility back to the theatre. A magnet for success and money, the old man was someone who you were warry of from the start. Even in his fickle body, he had ambitions to one day continue the money-making play. But like a drug, he would overdose on that success..
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The steps that led the way to the theatre glowed, flashing with Amber shades. Lights glistened like the sunset, rays directed towards golden-linen doors. There was a curve to a window, clear and wiped glass, let the outside observe just a small portion of how utterly remarkable and distinct this theatre was compared to others. It gleamed the closer you step, sparkled the more you look at it. A poster of the play plastered itself on the wall, hung for all to admire. "Atropos Ropes" it read, flashing those in a mesmerising glance. You've seen those actors and actresses before, dressed and adorned of mostly rosy hues, garnered of gems and pearls. Ronald of Ness was the lead male protagonist; those rouge seams he wore reminded you of the curtains, and you were sure he would be able to blend in if he ever tried. The next lead glamoured herself in fine silk and rosy feathers. Well known for her beauty and talent, it was no surprise that Ma-

"Madame Bella truly is a nymph on stage," the sound of his voice echoes through a semi-filled lobby. Heaved with a new found muse, those striking cerulean eyes enamoured itself of the figure of tonight's female lead. Beautiful, charming, alluring. All those words meant nothing to you as they were directed to someone else. Yet he did not tire from saying what was on his mind, and the wrinkles in his eyes as he smiled at the thought of her were always so different whenever it came to you. Because when it came to you, those smiles held no love.

Beautiful things he admired so, from trinkets to art, paint strokes to people, he admired all that struck his eyes with wonder. His pupils always dilated, round, and dark of the subject. Attention settled upon the figure, whatever "beauty" before was then left behind for something more fitting to his eye. In your case, it seems he found his new muse-to-be. But what of you? You wondered over and over with that single question like a disk. It was not new, your dearest Melodis would always take what he wants, and this woman was no different to those intricate China he so stored away like a trophy. But even so, he still had you by his side, even when countless of beauties went and gone, just what were you gaining by staying? Just like them, you were a polished kind of trophy, one he knew he couldn't let go. But that could only settle your jealous heart momentarily.