falling petals

—✕ █ ▌Almost does he seem like a CHILD all over again, as it is with leaps and bounds that he moves. Finally, the Warden has a grip on his abilities, and with it comes the sense of elation at having power; at being able to CHANGE someone.

Lips curl into a NOTICEABLE frown at the sight of a familiar girl, at first he feels a laugh resting too, ready to burst at the sight of a girl he once considered his own despite a lack of blood shared. It quickly slips away into something more SOMBER, a worried frown replacing his once joyous smile.

❝Oh no, Ib —- be CAREFUL, that monster is dangerous. Please, step away from it, okay?❞ She’s MOODY, he can tell, but his bones thrum with the realisation that this isn’t something to be taken lightly.

Ib looked up at the voice, frowning at the warning. She turned back to the monster, intending to touch it despite Loghain saying not to, but the tiny creature was already bounding away - frightened by the sudden voice and elation streaming off Loghain. Tiny shoulders dropped in disappointment.

She shot a glare at the man, legs going back up to her chest and arms wrapping around them. She was mad and frustrated and she didn’t quite know why but it didn’t matter. “...You scared it.”

Ib had been watching the man from her perch on the bench, legs against her chest. She didn’t want to get involved but watching him, she wasn’t sure he’d survive much longer against the monsters if she didn’t. She wasn’t used to having powers, but she’d grown accustomed to dodging around monsters and it wasn’t hard to fire a beam from her hands. 

Ib reached out a hand to the ants, giggling as a few walked over her fingers. The trail of ants couldn’t talk like the ant in the Gallery had, but she still thought they were cute. And who knew, maybe they could talk and just didn’t want to.

Muffet wasn’t normally the one that had children running up to her (can you blame them? To an overactive imagination, she’s a walking nightmare), but she was delighted nevertheless. It was a sweet change of pace, about as sweet as the candy she was being offered.

“Oh, how lovely! Thank you, darling… but the cookie was a gift! You didn’t have to return the favour… but I appreciate it all the same~” She looked down at Ib with a smile. “I hope you’ve been good since then.”

“Want to!” Ib inched the candy closer to Muffet, determined to get the spider to accept the gift. When you got a gift, you gave them a gift back at some point. It only made sense in her mind to give Muffet the candy, even if it wasn’t much.

To say that Maxwell was startled by Ib’s appearance and attack was to say it was quite the understatement. A beam of dark energies cast by this red-eyed child, striking a monster that was sneaking up on with him such ferocity that it nearly caused the magician to stumble in surprise.

“Oops? Oops!?” Ib’s near emotionless way she simply remarked her attack only further unsettled the magician. Considering her attack, whatever power she wielded, it was not the same as what he had.

“Uh… what’s the matter, Ib? You’re looking at me quite a bit… is it my hair? Is it the rose there? All the redness I’ve got? You know, now that I think about it, I must be dressed up as red as your eyes are. But still… please don’t startle me like that, Ib. I don’t think I’m ready to have a heart attack.”

“...Oops,” Ib repeated. She shrugged, twirling her rose between her fingers. “Feel weird.” There was a weight on her shoulders she couldn’t rid herself of, a twisting in her stomach that made her feel sick. She wanted it to go away but it had only gotten worse as time passed, leading to her hiding herself on the roofs of buildings where she was less likely to be noticed.

“Everything... Why’re you wearing that?” She squinted at his outfit, tilting her head. Her outfit was weird but it sort of resembled her normal clothes, especially in color. His was super weird.

“Woah...” Ib completely bypassed the alien as she ran to the small, rolling sphere. She crouched down next to it, hands pressing against its shell. “So cool.” It was like a pet, but made of metal and round!

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Rose Red / Emilie Autumn

A thousand years gone by / Too late to wonder why / I’m here alone / If in my darkest hour

Echo / Jason Walker

I’m out on the edge and I’m screaming my name / Like a fool at the top of my lungs / Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I’m alright / But it’s never enough

Say Something / Jasmine Thompson 

And I am feeling so small / It was over my head / I know nothing at all

Who Are Your Really / Mikky Ekko

I’ve got nothing left to prove / Cause I’ve got nothing left to lose

Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) / Florence and the Machine

This is a gift, it comes with a price / Who is the lamb and who is the knife? / Midas is king and he holds me so tight / And it turns me to gold in the sunlight

Run Boy Run / Woodkid

Tomorrow is another day / And when the night fades away / You’ll be a man, boy! / But for now it’s time to run, it’s time to run!

Dog Days Are Over / Florence and the Machine

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father / Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers / Leave all your love and your longing behind / You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive

Ib was nine and despite being more mature in some aspects than her peers, she was still a child. And children liked jumping in puddles, which was exactly what she was doing.

“Well, I’ll just have to do it, then! Don’t worry Little One.”

“...You wanna be my mom?”

“...” Ib blinked slowly as she looked at the man. What was he wearing? She knew she was bad at choosing clothes that looked good, given how many times her mom had to change her outfit so it matched or was normal, but she was fairly certain his outfit was weird. 

She watched from the edge of a roof, not intending to make her presence known. Then she saw the tiny monster trying to sneak up on him and even with the wait of her failures crushing her tiny shoulders she had to act. She dropped from the ledge, landing lightly on her feet thanks to whatever the scientists had done, and shot a beam at the monster. Unfortunately for her, dark magical beams didn’t have the same power as light ones when it came to defeating the monsters.

“No! Children shouldn’t work! They should have adults take care of them!”

“But...”

Woof! You are a: Golden Retriever

You're a natural-born leader. You've got the uncanny ability to take charge without stepping on anyone's toes, and you look for the best in everyone. You put their needs before your own, which makes you a great friend.

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