I Dont Think I Could Stand To Be Where You Dont See Me [WMMAP, OC-Insert]

a live memory

Sasha, the Writer:

This chapter includes a kiss in a flashback. Not exactly smut, but slightly steamy i suppose.

No one asked for this information but, yes, Nyx does top Claude if they ever made out.

#girlboss

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To one that lives in a fantasy;

Magic is different in every world, i would assume.

Yours is simply complex. Isn't that wonderful?

I could've taught you it, but what good will that be? Then, there wouldn't have an excuse for Claude to spend time with you.

Are you sure he would even make time for you?

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To the 'crowned' prince;

Royalty.

Special.

Nobility.

Superiority.

Oh, I wonder. Why are they all synonyms?

Genuine frustrations from Lexter, a person who was before your mother.

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"Mother,"

He got no response so he tried again.

"Mother,"

The woman with pearl-white curls stayed silent.

It was scaring him.

"Mother!!"

Finally, her head snapped to look down at him. And she said, "Eros, what's my name?"

Eros frowned. "Nyx Noxlucis, The Marchioness."

"Ah," Nyx said, as if just reminded. She turned her head, gazing upon nothing. "Have you ever wondered what happens after Death, your highness?"

Your highness, the three-year-old thought grimly. But he paused, tilting his head as he considered it. "Well, doesn't the body just decompose and our consciousness ends?"

Nyx laughed, a hand near her lips as she had a strange look in her eyes. "If only it was that simple." Weird. She had a weird tone. What was it called? Resentment? "Tell me, my darling son: is the human 'soul' just the Psyche of the mind? Just the thought process that is the conductor of our nerves and muscles? "

Eros wisely, stupidly chose to stay silent, allowing the woman to continue.

"Do we, do you believe in the faith of God, or rather, 'gods'? That our souls are to be judged. 'If one lived an honest live they shall be blessed to heaven, while one that is wicked shall be condemned to hell, and the neutral, the neither shall stay in limbo' the saying goes." Without looking at Eros, her hand reached to his cheek and his eyes fluttered close, seeking comfort in the cold hand of a mother. "Or, does the cycle of reincarnation slave our afterlife?"

Reminiscing that memory while carefully sinking it to his image of a pout of mana then pulling it out and bringing it to the manastone projectile cupped in his hands, Eros didn't let the feeling that his mother's words were some kind of hint disrupt his focus.

When Eros felt the 'spell' finish, he opened his eyes and found the manastone that used to have a pigmented plain grey have the bright color of cerulean-blue with a prearly-white. He smiled and almost muttered a proud 'I did it'. Almost.