"I've got no goal to begin with."
"That's truly pathetic of you."
"I know, which is why I'm making you my goal."
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Cruelty and treachery are the only ways to advance in this world. With the alluring promise of getting everything once you su...
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• Christmas AU•
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Hate.
Vior despises gatherings.
There was no denying that she was beautiful and otherworldly. No one could deny her ethereal and captivating beauty, and no one could deny her limitless salience. But there was something that could pierce her consciousness — the lack of appreciation from everyone else. It was a scourge for her, a constant reminder that her omnipresence was insignificant. Just about everything seemed to be making fun of her birth and the lack of attention she was given by others.
Theoretically, Vior liked talking to people and making contact of any kind. She was gregarious and laid-back, ready to welcome everyone into her loving arms. Unfortunately, those people take advantage of her goodwill, taking advantage of what makes her unique and abandoning her, leaving her broken, shattered, and forlorn.
Hatred, mistrust, and deception have been instilled there. It was an undeniable fact, if not unreasonable. The actions that run counter to her delicate personality, the people who never hesitate to exploit her... How is she going to survive in such a hostile environment? It was unjust to her, who was only looking for peace.
And, to be honest, there are plenty more reasons that are related to her gathering problem. It was because those who invited her were people who wanted to show her off like a medal. She appeared to be a trophy or the highest accomplishment a person had ever attained, if that were possible.
It was foolish of them to try to take advantage of the situation. Despite this, she never mentioned it. She never complained; instead, she basked in their phony affection and praise. The endless number of hymns and poems that have been sung, their venomous melodies that spit out their sweet and intoxicating lies. There she was, the heart of this empty-headed bard who had discovered their one and only salvation.
