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蜃景  ⠀ ⠀ @fontained ⠀     ࣪     ♱      ⠀ ⠀  "   ..is that a bad thing,   lord cecillion?   "

 ݁  ❊  ྀ   ⏜︵      ݃  s̤i̤n̤c̤e̤r̤e̤l̤y̤  ，  @fontained 
            he  doesn't  h͟a͟t͟e͟  her ?     brows  furrow  against  each  other ,    curving  upwards .      there's  a  giant  weight  that  leaves  her  shoulders ,     he  doesn't  hate  her ...      she  could  c͟r͟y͟ .     what  a  relief .     there's  no  hate  betwe⎯⎯wait,    what  does  he  mean  his  past.    the  more  words  he  confesses ,    the  more  confused  amélie  grows.    her  heart  beat  begins  to  pick  up,    faster  than  it  already  was.
            
            she's..    someone  else?    she's  not  even  herself?    could  that  be  why  she's  ill?    why  her  heart  aches?    oh  archons,   is  that  why  amélie  feels  an  obligation  to  cecillion?     she's  tried  for  many  years  to  hate  him ,    m͟a͟n͟y͟.     but  she  could  never..  she  could  never  stay  mad  at  him.    is  that  why?    because  her  soul  is  not  her's,    but  another's?    her  heart  begins  to  ache,   harder  than  it  does  on  a  daily  basis.    her  hands  reach  up  to  her  chest,   grasping  the  spot  her  heart  is.    she's  living  her  life...   for  another?    who  is  this  other  person?    and  why  did  they  have  to  make  her  a  walking  trigger  for  cecillion.    there's  no  words  she  could  muster  up.    all  that  is  said  is..      [..]          ❛    oh.    ❜

hate?    nay,   never once had he did.   not even for a fleeting moment.   perhaps the sheer notion of the past makes an illusion of one's own heart,   but never did the lord chancellor felt hatred.    only an aching,   longing sadness...   and a forced urge to contempt.    cecillion's expression softens. ⠀ "⠀it is...   not that i  *hate*  you.   i never disliked you.   (...)   i simply forced myself to.   so i could evade whatever memoir i had possessed from the past.    though i recall none of those memories,,   i however happen to feel the surge of emotions i once had rush through my wake instead.⠀" ⠀ was she nervous?   .. just as he was?   (..)   he could practically hear his own heartbeat drumming against his ears.
            
            "⠀i cannot grasp your very existence well.   yet i can tell that you are not what you seem to be.   amélie,   you are someone from my past.   i can hear your voice through the waters...   my dreams.   it is eating the depths of my soul apart.⠀" ⠀ his features shift,   confused and pained.   he can't explain it well─┄   but whenever one tries to remember,   there is a peculiar  *blockage*  to his state of mind.    and he knows that he prevented such a memory to return──┄  his past self,   that is.

 ݁  ❊  ྀ   ⏜︵      ݃  s̤i̤n̤c̤e̤r̤e̤l̤y̤  ，  @fontained 
            silence  has  now  occured  to  amélie ,    one  that  wasn't  unusual  for  her ,    no  less  with  the  prince .     but  it's  longer ,    the  silence  is  analyzing  far  too  much  his  words .    pale  fingers  are  tilting  into  the  fabric  of  her  dress ,    suddenly  she's  nervous  again .     she's  always  nervous  around  him ;   it  hasn't  changed ,    she's  simply  learned  to  not  show  him .     ❛   [ .. ]     why  do  you  hate  me  terribly ,    cecillion ?    ❜     she  drops  all  honorifics ,    eyes  finally  meet  his .    they're  filled  with  a  terrible  pain ,    one  that  is  not  her's .    but  another's .    one  she  was  burdened  to  hold .

“that is the point,”  lazy eyes flicker over the other before dismissively glancing away.  waves froth gently near his hips,  minnow-like fish dancing around idly.  “i’d be doing something wrong otherwise.”

@godselysia         ⠀❛͟⠀      ਏਓ       ࣪ ᳝ ◌
            am i supposed to be afraid of you?     you do not...      look so terrifying.

/        soft on her wife :3

@ringsleadr 
            ⠀ ⠀ ❵⠀⠀ ❜⠀  enjoyed it?     oh,   i fell in love!    it was so beautiful. 

@fontained 
            ⠀ ⠀ ❵⠀⠀ ❜⠀  ..it is a dress by francis,   it's a beautiful design.    but i do need your reply to whether or not it suits m͟e͟,   ..my lord.

his head tilts off to the side,  iridescent eyes perhaps aimless in his musings.  “fine.  i will attend.  much less complaints to deal with that way.  who is attending and what is the manner of the meeting,  exactly?”

@paroleoi 
            ⠀ ⠀ ❵⠀⠀ ❜⠀  it is a meeting you could choose not to go to if you are unable to.    but as i said,    they would be delighted to see you there.      [   her eyes remain closed the entire time,    as if purposely avoiding to look at the older without showing much disrespect by keeping her head low.   ]

“only preferred?”  his tense posture seems to instantly disperse,  a critical eye landing curiously on the other before him.  “this is the first time i’ve heard of this.  my presence isn’t mandatory?”  he seems somewhat in disbelief.  

@carnimuse 
            ⠀ ⠀ ❵⠀⠀ ❜⠀  oh,    card tricks!!    my favorite..      how about—    this one!

@tailoried 
            ⠀ ⠀ ❵⠀⠀ ❜⠀  oh..    are you absolutely sure?    i've come to not care much of dresses due to my lord.    he seems to think i look awful in any style——