Archived

// It’s not like I’ve been active here, so yeah.

I’ll be archiving this blog, because I’ll try to have a fresh start in a new multimuse blog. I’ll not do it now, but soon enough. Maybe I’ll need it for a group, but probably not. Relationships with Bard, of course, will be kept. Unless you don’t want to.

So... Goodbye?

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As some semblance of a smile spread across Bard’s face Shiori’s slowly began to fade; she could quickly tell that something incredibly serious had happened to him, something that had changed him from the normally cheerful, playful hitman she knew and cared for deeply. She knew it was rude to inquire further as she didn’t want to risk bringing up bad memories or hurting his feelings, but as soon as he offered to tell her she vigorously nodded, hoping with all her heart that nothing too traumatic had occurred while he had been away. However, for some reason she could tell that that was indeed the case–call it intuition, or perhaps just the terribly sad sound of his voice…

“If you don’t mind,” she softly replied, trying her best to stay calm even though a seed of anxiety had been planted in her heart and threatened to bloom and grow at any instant, “But, ah…would you like to go to your room or mine, so that you can sit down and make yourself comfortable…? I’m sure you’ve had a long journey back here, and I’m more worried about your health than I am about you telling me what happened…it can always wait until later, so…”

Soon enough, Bard’s beginning of smile fade away. A heavy sigh escaped his lips; he knew that it’d not take too long until he had to explain what really happened in that month. With a small gesture, the hitman pointed towards the direction of his room. It’d be mostly untouched, so it seemed like a good place for him. Just as he started to walk, the hitman handed her the credential. The same one with his picture, written ‘headmaster’ just below it.

“It’s good that you already know about Sebastian, because he’s the one behind it all.”

For strangers, it’d seem like Bard didn’t really care about what he’s talking about because of his voice tone and neutral expression. At this point, Shiori probably knew well enough when the hitman is trying to keep a professional expression, controlling his own emotions. It didn’t take long for them to get to his dorm, and as soon as he opened the door, he invited Shiori in.

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⌊ && ⌉ Etsuko nodded quietly, happy that he’d actually agreed to tell her– Even if it’d have to wait for a while. She knew that he needed time, and even though she’d never truly understand what he was put through, and the things his job wanted from him were still confusing to her, she was willing to at least listen when he was ready. Whenever that would be.

“ Of course. Take… As long as you want. I don’t mind waiting. ” Shifting a bit nervously, the model took a moment to calm herself down. She was still a terrible emotional wreck from the meeting, and taking a moment of silence was really needed right now. Though it didn’t take long until she stood on her toes (because strangely, she wasn’t wearing heels like usual today) and gave him a little kiss.

“ I-I’m sure it’ll be fine. I hate t'a see you upset, though… S-So please don’t be!! I miss seein’ you smile. Just… Um, try to think about somethin’ else than.. What happened.. Okay? ”

Even if Bard tried to make anyone truly understand what happened, it’d take at least one month of constant talking to explain the whole situation that he passed through in the last month. Taking a deep breath, the hitman tried to focus on the moment.

“Well, I do have something better to think about in the moment.”

He’s flirting. We didn’t lose him, doctors! With a light squeeze on her shoulder, Bard managed to let out a smile. A smile that actually seemed quite genuine, and maybe it really is. 

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At first, Byakuren didn’t know what on earth Bard was getting at–he was reaching into his suit and pulling a thin piece of paper out, and before she could even see what it was she suddenly and unexpectedly felt a chill dripping down her neck and through her spine; something terrible had happened, and suddenly she wasn’t sure if she wanted to find out what it was, if it had caused him so much pain and sorrow. Once she examined the name and title on the credential, however, it took her only a second to figure out what had happened–eyes widened and lips were pressed into a thin like so that they wouldn’t hang agape like an insensitive idiot’s, and her breath caught in her chest, heart skipping a beat. This…this meant…

“Bard,” she slowly began, completely at a loss for words; clearly he didn’t want to talk about what had happened, and she didn’t want to apologize as she knew anything she said would be an empty pleasantry without any meaning. Unfortunately, she wasn’t one for physical affection either, so she simply stood there silently for a few moments, swallowing heavily before she regained her voice once more. “I…I’m sorry to hear that…” she nearly whispered, falling victim to what she had tried to avoid; closing her mouth again so that she wouldn’t dig herself a deeper hole, she waited for him to reply–that is, if he even had anything more to say to her…

Ironically, a chuckle escaped Bard’s lips. It was almost ridiculous to think that, from one month to another, he rose up to be the headmaster of such a big organization. Indeed, the hitman didn’t get this title in an ordinary way, and it’s not a secret considering the clear changes on the other’s personality, even if it’s something he’s trying to control. Byakuren’s reaction wasn’t really unexpected, at least for him.

“It’s not your fault, you don’t need to apologise. If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine.” - He sighs heavily, finally turning to look at her. - “Sebastian, before I killed him, corrupted the agency. The headmaster was a puppet of his, and in the last few months a lot of hitmen targeted me. The only reason I’m still alive...” - Bard swallows, clearly getting a bit distressed with the conversation topic. - “My master eliminated them, but just when he told me...” 

Shaking his head, the hitman stopped talking. He already told the heiress he didn’t want to talk much about the subject, at least for now, and it was already a ton of useless information that he just threw out of his mouth. 

♛ bardswhite ♛

Eveona found herself staring at the other. She had never met someone else with white hair and red eyes like herself. She wondered if he was like her rather than having just oddly colored hair and eyes.

     “ Ah-! Sorry for staring like that. You’re just…the only other person I seen with red eyes and white hair like me. “

The hitman didn’t really notice someone staring at him, until the girl actually spoke out loud. A small noise of surprise escaped his lips, and a light chuckle soon followed it. Talking with his friends already made him cheer up a bit, which is quite good for the stranger.

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⌊ && ⌉ “ …D-Don’t… Worry. You don’t… Have to say anything if you’re… Not ready. I-I’m… Just happy tha’ you’re… H-Here again..! “  …Oh no, she’s crying again. Please stop this. Through her crying, though, she couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t exactly a big smile, but… At least it was something…? She had to admit, right now she was happier than she had been for a very long time. Surely it’d be fine eventually and they’d go back to normal and be happy–

 Etsuko sighed quietly, and gently rubbed her hand across his back in a comforting motion.  “ ..I-I love you. A lot. A-And.. I-If you wanna… Tell me about what happened, I’ll… L-Listen… B-But if you don’t, I understand. “

“God, I really fucking missed you...”

Bard hugs her tightly again, even if it they just separated from the previous hug. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of what the people watching were thinking. Did he just come back from war? Kinda, but well. As soon as she finished her sentence, he trembled slightly.