Истории Coe33

The day a storm takes away the lights at the Café de Lilas, Gustave and Verso discover that not everything happens by chance and that sometimes, in the dark, it's easier to find yourself if you're not alone. [Verstave - Coffee Shop Au - Romantic - cover artwork by @miryel]

Verso is convinced that some people aren't meant to heal. After an act that changed his family forever, he lives trapped between guilt, silence, and a house that seems to have forgotten how to breathe. Every day is the same as the last, every step feels heavier than it should, and even the piano which once filled the rooms with music has fallen silent. Then Gustave arrives offering no answers or solutions for a life that keeps slipping through Verso's fingers. Yet, without realizing it, he teaches him that life doesn't come back all at once. It returns in small steps. Because rebirth doesn't begin when you smile again. It begins when someone stops asking you to heal and simply decides to wait for you. [ Semi-AU - Verstave - Angst - TW: Attempted Suicide - Depression ]

The Paintress is erasing people of Lumière, expeditions are being sent to defeat her - so she may paint death no more... But in this universe something is different. Lune has a twin sister. Chimère was born possessing a mysterious ability that allows her to bend matter like a puppeteer pulls on the strings. No one knows where it came from. No one knows its limits. One year, not during the Gommage, the Paintress had awakened - no painting any number, no chaos unleashed. An event that horrified whole Lumière. And when that happened - Chimère was born into this world. That is also why her name means 'dream.' Because the Paintress not bringing death was a dream of all the people that are left. Now Expedition 33 approaches. And Chimère will take part in it. Because of that some things will change for the better... and some for the worse. And some will remain exacly as they are. (OC x Gustave as side plot ihihi)

Today was Louis' Gommage Day. In Lumière, everyone knew what it meant. It was a chilling, inescapable rhythm that pulsed through the city, marking time not by seasons or holidays, but by disappearances. The thrum of anxiety that accompanied each passing year intensified as you approached your last birthday, a morbid countdown to an inevitable vanishing act. Every person, without exception, simply ceased to be. Harry had lived his entire life in the shadow of this reality. He'd seen it countless times: friends, neighbours, even his own parents - all gone, swallowed by the insatiable whim of The Paintress. She was an enigmatic, terrifying entity, an omnipresent dread perched on her distant island. She was always dormant, a silent, ominous sentinel. But then, on the dreaded Gommage Day, she would rise, brush in hand, to paint the fateful number, a countdown that had started at 100 and was now at 33, erasing another life from existence. Gommage Day. The very name was a curse whispered on the wind, a day universally loathed above all others. It was the day you turned thirty-three. The day you disappeared. And for Louis, today was that day.