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❝I put my arms around myself and I'm unbreakable.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#BDA0CB ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #F7B3DA】
|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#BDA0CB ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #F7B3DA】
|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
"Zed, it's alright. It's fine," Winter attempted to get him to relax. "No, it's not alright. I shouldn't have let you go, I knew something bad was going to happen." His grip on her tightened. "I could have lost you," Winter shook her head. "Zed, I'm not some damsel in distress. I could have handled it-" he grasped her shoulders. "You cannot handle trained assassins. I know you think you have everything under control Winter, but you don't. You aren't the most powerful one around anymore, you aren't even the strongest person on the estate." She pushed away from him. "Winter wait-" she did not turn around, instead, she went back to the carriage. "Where are you going!" He yelled after her. "To my parents!" She replied, shoving her viola case inside. He grabbed her hand, "I didn't mean that the way it came out." He tried to backtrack.
"Really? Because it sounds like you did! You don't understand, my entire life has been controlled by everyone else. I loved you because you didn't try to control me, but I guess I was wrong. You don't want me to-"
"I don't want to lose you!" He interrupted, falling to his knees. "You're the only thing-the only one that I've ever loved. I love you so much, that the thought of losing you makes me want to die." She reached out to touch his shoulder. "Zed, I love you, but this needs to stop." She said softly, "I didn't fight monsters just to be taken out by some assassins. I'm not going anywhere." He took her by the hand, she followed him back inside of the house. "Please, just for now, stay here. Don't go anywhere, I don't want you getting hurt." He kissed her forehead, "you're my precious lily." She crossed her arms, "Fine, but I'm still going to earth to get my body." She shouldered past him, still upset. "Lady Winter, shall I bring your belongings to your bedroom?" One of the maids asked, "Yes please." Winter replied, going to her room.
"There has to be something," some way to protect herself. She was the Heir of Music, she wasn't helpless. Winter looked at her hands, playing them in the air. Nothing. She tried opening and closing them, slashing them across the room. Then, an idea struck her. "Spirit dress," nothing happened. "That won't work," Winter jumped, squealing. "Yuuki! When did you get in here?" She crossed her arms, "I'm your lovely benefactor, remember?" He inquired with a sly grin, helping himself to the bowl of candies on her table. "Not anymore," she reminded him. "That's just the lingo, anyhow. You can't use a spirit dress anymore since you're not a vassal. Try saying, 'star dress.' Like you really mean it," he popped a candy into his mouth.
Winter stood with her arms out, focusing her intent. "Star dress," her entire body began to glow, encased in warmth. When it faded, she was dressed in what felt like silk and starlight. "This is new," her weapon, a staff, looked like a giant bow string. "Star bow," she tried to change it. It looks like a cello, whose strings pulled back to shoot musical note arrows. "I think your power will probably have to do with sound. Have you tried anything like a thunder clap?" Winter shook her head stupidly. "Figures you would get lazy in peacetime," he rolled his eyes. "Hey, I was grieving." She tried to defend herself.
