Making her Joyful Again || RF Julie x FEM reader || L1TTL3_R0TT3N

- Ch.3: Blooming Grace -

[Name] sat on her couch in the living room, staggering at the TV she was forcing herself to pay attention to. The weekend was as laid back as ever. But a flower of stress blossomed in her when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She picked it up, only to see a notification from Cod. A photo was attached.

She opened it hesitantly, revealing a blurry photo of Cod outside his window. A small shadowy figure was on the other side of the window, down in the street. He sent one of Harold's puppets to watch over the surface realm to protect him.

Bodyguard puppets only meant one thing.

"Fuck!" A sudden knock thundered against the door. [Name] flew up from the couch, realizing she was still in her pajamas. "Fuck, fuck, fu-" She repeated in whispered shouts until she finally stumbled her way to the door.

But she didn't even have to open it before it flew open and shadows began to sink around the house. There stood Harold, a white shine in his eyes as he looked down at his daughter.

"Hello, child." He smiled as he rested his hand on top of [Name]'s head. He waved his hand around the house as he walked in. "Oh, such filth. Forgive the darkness, child. It can't contain itself." He warned off the shadows and they ceased.

Cautiously, [Name] followed behind him. She was nearly exploding with all of the questions she had. "Wh-What are you doing here, Dad?" Was the first thing that spilled from her mouth. But she and Harold both knew it sounded negative.

Harold paused and turned around to face his daughter. He cocked up an eyebrow, waiting for her to rephrase what she had just said in an attempt to save herself. "You...you don't answer my calls. Or letters. Or...any medium of contact." She scratched the back of her neck.

Harold clicked his tongue. "Ah, yes. Right. I've been quite busy, floating amongst many different..." He looked around his daughter's messy apartment. "...timelines. It would be much easier to reach me if you simply used your resources." He explained quickly, standing awkwardly in the apartment.

[Name] winced. The resources he referred to were the ancient ways of demonic summoning trials. She never mastered it, only finding her skills in mechanical engineering and more common hobbies that never included witchcraft. "Or the humane way of telecommunication and use the phone Astaire got you." She whispered.

Harold ignored her attitude and gestured his hand to the kitchen table. "Let us sit. Have tea and catch up. I'd be delighted to hear about your recent tales." A smirk appeared across his face, and a world of worry found its way into [Name]'s mind. Something was off about her father.

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"Look!" Ophelia gleefully sprinted down the stairs, her feet thundering against each wooden plank as she dashed. Julie's eyes shot up in worry that her child would fall, but she never did. She raced to the chair where Julie sat and held up a piece of paper.

Colored in waxy crayon, there was a drawing of a flower. A lovely rainbow flower, with two black eyes on either petal vertically faced. Julie smiled with pride. "You know, my special flowers are blooming early. Why don't you go and pick one? We'll put it in a vase." Julie said with excitement.

Ophelia looked puzzled for a moment. "The rainbow ones? But you never let me pick them." Ophelia whispered as if someone was listening in.