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𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꒰ 𝟏 ꒱

꒰ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 ꒱

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𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

𝐈 𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 the warm sunlight of Fontaine streaming in through the curtains of my room. Groaning in slight agitation, I eventually stretched my aching limbs and sat up. My fingers instantly inched towards the silk sheets beside me, nothing but the coldness of the room greeting me. A soft chuckle left my lips. Perhaps my rose had woken up earlier on, allowing for me to sleep in.

I caressed the pillow where their head usually lay, imagining my fingers gently carding through their locks of hair as they slept peacefully beside me. My heart warmed at the thought, a soft smile tugging at my lips. I envisioned their lazy smile as they awoke from their slumber, their precious eyes greeting mine in a mere matter of seconds.

I wonder where they went. I thought, slipping out of the comfort of my own sheets. Surely not another mission... They're endless!

Deciding I had better at least look somewhat presentable for when I was to come across my rose, I strode over to my wardrobe — directly next to theirs. I was unable to stifle my chuckle upon noticing one of their favourite shirts peeking out from behind their wardrobe door.

Opening up my own wardrobe, I allowed for my eyes to roam across my various items of clothing — the majority of outfits fit for performing on stage. However, something else had caught my eye for whatever reason.

A black suit.

I rarely wore black, for I wasn't a fan of the negative connotations that stemmed from the colour itself. Nonetheless, I shrugged my shoulders and slipped the suit on with ease. Why I had chosen to wear a suit? I hadn't any idea.

Stepping over to my mirror, I observed my appearance with rather analytical eyes. My fingers smoothed out the blouse of the suit itself before adjusting the tie around my collar — a small rose pin evident on it. I absentmindedly smiled, my thoughts yet again wavering to my own rose.

I continued to study my appearance for a few moments longer, ensuring to look my absolute best for when I saw my love. Everything had to be perfect for them; there was absolutely no room for error.

Hearing a quiet knock at my door, I was instantly able to tell that it was my dearest sister, Lynette, who had knocked. Over the many years, I had picked up on her and Freminet's knocking patterns. Their knocks were equally as quiet, yet Freminet made sure to knock twice just incase I didn't hear him.

"Just a moment, Lynette!" I called out to my sister before I stepped over towards my bedroom door. Reaching out, I was quick to open it, being met with a rather concerned looking Lynette. I tilted my head to the side upon studying her expression, my eyebrows furrowing.

"Whatever is the matter?" I asked her, only then noticing that she, too, wore black. A black dress, tights, and flats. "Ah, don't tell me Father made you wear black, hm? That's why you're upset, is it not?"

I watched as an almost dumbfounded expression formed on my sister's face. This confused me as, the majority of the time, her eyes were dull and her lips were pursed into a thin line. Seeing her with such an expression almost pulled a laugh from me.