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

A confused child, uh, um, Baby Princess (?)

To you who is so, so perfect;
 
I once lived a life with a damaged brain.
 
Or rather, psyche.
 
The results?
 
Being a fucking horrible person. 
 
From Vio. 

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The curse of unpredictable morals and outlook is dreadful.
 
I would never know when I would laugh at a pathetic death of another or would cry my guts out at a kitten dying.
 
Perhaps the worst part of it is I could never forget the immense want for myself to be better.
 
Eros, I really–—
 
No.  Please, be something good.
 
Be someone. 
 
Truly pointless things from no one, your nothing.

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A letter of summon came. 
 
When the Messenger from Nebesa came, Eros wasn't too surprised. Rather, he expected it. The tale of the Massacre wouldn't have been tightly hidden from the people for long. Nor would it not reach the ears of other nations. People can't resist indulging after all.
 

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"Why does this always happen.." Eros mutters, and Irene instantly snaps his head to him. But Eros pays no mind to the boy beside him as he stares into the air. His feet still moves, steps being echoed by the marble floor. 
 
The mind of a prince is being distracted by the image of his father. Jeweled blue, looked at a lost being when his gaze set on his son. 
 
And Diana, Eros thought. Claude was kept at night by thoughts of her. 
 
Grieve, Pain, and suffering. Eros didn't need to be a mind reader to know Claude felt those exact emotions. 
 
But… 
 
Why hadn't Father feel guilt,
 
The little boy wondered, his eyes sad and wishing, looking up to his dad.
 
Why did Claude not feel any guilt for leaving him alone?
 
The prince's face slips into a frown.
 
Why didn't Claude swallow his sorry feelings of after-massacre and just rub Eros' back as he cried about losing another mother?
 
Multiple nails digged into soft skin.
 
Eros wouldn't even cared if Claude were to join in crying, too . 
 
Prince Eros lowers his head to hide from Irene.
 
It was just so, so lonely mourning alone.

And his voice broke, "Why does this always happen to me?"
 
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Once,
 
That kind woman would look sadly at Eros. 
 
Her gentle hand on his hair, she said:
 
"Claude is," she tried, "your father will be very, very heartbroken when I–" she stopped, lips slowly unparting, and she shook her head. (-when she dies. Not if, not something uncertain. )Eros slightly moved his head to look at her as he felt her hand pat his hair. 
 
It was almost as if she was petting a small animal.
 
It was almost as though she was trying to comfort him. 
 
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Though Nyx's biological father often brought her to the royal palace, Uriel would bring her with on one of her visits to the Kingdom of Nebesa. That  day was one where she met Jophiel. 
 
The air was cold, the clouds had the sun, and the hands on Nyx's shoulders held her tightly. It almost hurt. 
 
A necessary smile on the former princess' face as she introduced her 'brilliant' daughter. 
 
"My daughter can already…"
 
Nyx didn't bother to disguise her boredom as her abyssal eyes drifted to her right and she carefully shook her mother off. A brow rose when she caught sight of a boy with pure white hair and Amethysts for eyes. He was obviously older than her; taller height and little baby fat left on his face. 
 
But, ah, Nyx realized. He was the child of the queen her mother was introducing her to.

 
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Yesterday, Eros was greeted by King Jophiel. 
 
Today, he was admiring red.
 
Admire is rich, though, Eros was getting distracted by the red flowers that somehow still grew in the harsh cold of the Nebesa Palace Garden.
 
 It's, 
 
It's funny.
 
Eros truly knew there was nothing immediate humorous at this moment. But, just as he finished explaining what happened in the palace–
 
His quivering lips parted, his eyes slowly widened, and as a painfully gentle hand sat on his hair, Eros looked up to see a smile. 
 
"I'm sorry you had to experience that," his uncle said, and Eros could feel himself start to shake. "Would me to hug you, Eros?" 
 
...Jophiel's words were so genuine, and Eros really, really wanted someone to. Eros wanted someone like him to hug him. Eros really wished at least someone could pat his back softly, since, Claude couldn't.
 
It should've been Claude.
 
But it's alright. 
 
He can handle it for now.
 
It wouldn't be fair if only he were to be comforted by Claude while his poor little sister stays forgotten. 

Ashlyn pretended not to notice her prince's growing loneliness at that moment. (Her lips morphed into a frown, and her beautiful dark eyes turned sad.) 

☆☆☆☆
 

A baby blinked open their eyes for the first time.
 
?
 
A baby stirred confusingly in her crib.
 
??
 
She tried to make out a what– where– but stopped when a wail came out of her mouth instead. 
 
????!!!
 
A Korean woman that slept in harsh cold woke up in a luxurious room and–
 
Oh my God, is that gold?!

She wailed and cried out as her surprisingly tiny hands went to reach out what caught her eye. But, suddenly, the doors slammed open.
 
She tried to whip her head to see who, or what caused that sound. She could not turn her head to see who disturbed her yet developed eardrums, but she could not. Luckily, the person quickly bowed their head in her crib.
 
And she could somewhat make out brown hair, soft blue eyes, and a concerned and worried face.
 
"Princess!" ..? The woman carefully placed her hands beneath her tiny and vulnerable body. "Is there something wrong? Are you hungry, princess?" The Korean woman currently in a baby's body knit blond brows, almost in an odd yet adorable tiny frown in the giant pretty lady's arms. 
 
Princess..? She questioned but it annoyingly came out as an ungraceful gargle. Who, me?
 
 The sound she made shouldn't be able to be understood, but the pretty lady in a maid outfit (!?) nodded diligently. "Of course, princess! I'll definitely find out what's wrong– oh?"
 
The baby shook her head, perhaps as though screaming nothing wrong, what! 
 
"Oh.." the pretty lady faltered for a moment, "were you not hungry, Princess Athanasia?"
 
Princess Athanasia, is that my name now? It kinda sounded familiar. " ngh….." Athanasia intended to hum, tilting her head when the pretty lady suddenly brighted. 
 
As if a light bulb lit up on top of her head. And Athanasia could kinda.. see it. Or was she imagining it?
 
"Alright, your highness!" And Athanasia swayed when she felt the woman move, maybe walking somewhere. "How about we get some fresh air!" 
 
Though the older woman's diligent, cheerful demeanor slightly calmed her confusion and panic when she realized she was in a baby's body, Athanasia couldn't help shivering. Her gut told her that there was just something not right about the whispering maids and the closed off rooms that the older woman called the Ruby Palace (where have I heard that before..) .
 

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Guys I found a new artist to cry over !!

But now my eyes are really dry so

Hope you enjoyed the short update :)