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❝Two lives overlap. Which one do I call real?❞
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|| Secret ~Black Vow~ || Rin/Len (cover by SirHammet) ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#4ca2b8 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #8b4cb8】
|| Secret ~Black Vow~ || Rin/Len (cover by SirHammet) ||
Ellie enjoyed the story, it reminded her of Robin Hood from earth, of a gallant hero trying to fix the wrongs of the world, to bring about equality and allow the poor the chance to live comfortably. If only something like that could exist in this world, if only there was someone plotting to overthrow the Seraphim family. But Ellie still felt conflicted, because cruel or not, they were still her family - her real family. She didn't want to admit it, but even back no Earth she always wondered where she came from and why she couldn't remember anything before Leona and Cress. She finally found the answer she was searching for - with a whole slew of other things as well. She praised Shiro for her story before the ball.
Cress was here. Cress had somehow found her - but to what end? Even if she seemed to have been adopted into the Dorones family, given that Aine was attached to her hip, what could she do? There was no way for her favorite person, her treasured cousin to be able to rescue her from this destiny. Even if she tried, Cress would likely end up dead - or worse. She couldn't let that happen, so Ellie hid behind Narcia as the princess in her nodded icily at everyone, with Shiro dutifully at her side, perhaps the only good thing left in her life.
Far too many people were eyeing up her servant for her liking, so Narcia turned to Shiro pleasantly. "Ah, Shiro, that woman over there has my same necklace. Do you mind heading to my room to retrieve one that's even more magnanimous?" It was a lie, of course, but Narcia was skilled at this. "Take a long time to consider what would best compliment my outfit, as long as you need."
Then Cress and Aine started dancing - Cress seemingly taking the lead with Aine doing her best to keep up. The steps were familiar and painful flashbacks returned in her mind, searing. Cress was trying to give her a message, trying to stir her memory. She couldn't bear it and she couldn't react, either - if she did, people would definitely notice, would they not? But.... she desperately, desperately wanted to see her cousin, even if it was only one last time. So the Princess stood from her seat to go mingle with the crowd, walking towards Aine and Cress when suddenly someone she memorized from the videos approached her. Itward Cherubim, eldest son of the prestigious Cherubim family and the the favorite of her own parents for her husband. He leered at her, sizing her up and before Narcia could prevent it, Ellie moved her hand to her hair, brushing it behind her ear.
Normally this action wouldn't have meant anything, but for anyone who knew Ellie, it was something she did whenever she felt nervous or afraid. And unfortunately, her cousin had most likely seen it.
"Princess Narcia, I am Lord Itward." The tall man - maybe mid twenties - took a bow and kissed her hand. "May you do me the honor of a dance?" And no matter how much Ellie wanted to retreat and hide and escape, Narcia returned with a curtsy, a very subtle smile gracing her face. "It is my pleasure, Lord Itward." And as they started the steps, Ellie hated it, she hated how touchy he was, how his hands roamed her body in ways that felt incredibly uncomfortable and gross. But she was the Crown Princess, and she wasn't allowed to fight back.
Perhaps worst of all was Narcia's confusion, stating that it was a woman's role to please a man, and that Ellie was doing a fine job.
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❝I don't know to fix me. Is there something wrong?❞
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|| Hope of Morning || Icon for Hire ||
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|| Hope of Morning || Icon for Hire ||
This whole ball was foul and smelled of rich pig stench. Aya hated it, she really did, she wanted to bomb and destroy the whole building and show them that the Rubbles were suffering, that hoarding all the goods was evil and bad and wrong if others needed it too! At least Cress - or Aura - seemed to be doing well, interacting and following her lead for the general mannerisms that one was expected to make. She had been afraid - and it still was weird from all the eyes on her, from all the pigs probably trying to rate her body for their disgusting piggish needs. Aya didn't like it at all, not even a little bit. But this was necessary, they had to make contact with the ice Princess, with eyes as feeling as darkness. Aya liked being pretty yes, but not this kind of pretty, not to fill these people's fantasies.
Then Cress saw Princess Narcia and a very surprising thing was said. Apparently they were cousins, and that Narcia wasn't a princess? Aya blinked but didn't say anything, she had to think. This explained a lot, explained why Cress didn't seem to understand about the Rubbles and the other lower tiers, and why she had those weird seed things that could transform into those tall things called trees. Cress was an Untouchable then, right? She was another of the rich - but Cress was like Serpina, he was cool and nice, and Cress was too! Cress wasn't mean, she seemed to care and Aya liked talking to her, even if she was an Untouchable.
"So you're in the royal family too, Aura?" Aya's voice was near silent, because she didn't want to risk anyone overhearing. This was a spy mission, after all. Aya followed Cress's lead as they approached the Princess, and Aya was very glad that pulling on Cress made her stop from doing anything crazy. If they weren't careful, death would happen, wouldn't it? Then once they were close, Cress turned to her, a smile on her face, asking for a dance. "Why yes, I'd love to, sister!" Aya said, somehow being able to step along with Cress even if she didn't know the dance itself. She relaxed and let Cress play the man's role, making it easy for Aya to look as if she knew what she was doing.
"She's coming." Aya whispered, noticing the Princess standing from her throne to approach - until she was interrupted by possibly the most dangerous and grossest of all the younger pig filth. Aya knew her face from previous balls, and even once when he danced with her. Chills went up the girl's spine as she remembered it. "That's Itward Cherubim." Aya whispered quietly. "He's bad, he likes to touch and then do weird dirty things and hurt girls when they try to say no. It's not a good kind of hurt, it's a bad kind and Aya doesn't like it."
And the hands started moving, touching more than they should. Aya tried to carefully steer Cress away, to remain unseen by the disgusting man. "Let's go before he sees us. Her voice was almost inaudible, only heard by Cress. "Aya doesn't want him to dance with me again."