Endless golden

during some peaceful wandering about, jakurai hadn’t expected to really talk to anyone at all save for the few ‘ good morning ‘s he offered on his little walk around golden ward. it was perhaps the ward with which he was the least familiar with, taking the time to truly explore it in his own small ways, one day at a time. however, as he finished crossing one of the roads and approached a quieter area, a loud shout caught his ear and saw him turn slightly on the spot.

expecting to see two strangers engage in some middle-of-the-street tussle, you can imagine the surprise he felt when instead of that, he saw an extravagantly dressed lady marching up to him, her finger wagging and her boots heavy against the pavement. as she approached, he made no effort to flee or dodge her gaze. he simply wondered what it was that could have prompted such a loud greeting. 

much to his further surprise, it ended up being not at all what he had expected.

“ i assure you there’s no black magic here. “ he attempted to ease the intensity of the situation, his voice pleasant and his hands slightly raised in innocence. “ but it does require a vigorous routine, i won’t deny that… “ why on earth such a beautiful lady might need his advice on hair care was beyond him, her own blonde ringlets surely glamorous enough. still, he knew better than to refuse a woman’s questions. “ i’d be happy to write down the products i use here, if that is of any use to you? “ 

To be honest, a small part of her had thought it was a simple spell... Oh what a network of beautiful demons she could have rallied for her cause!  But alas, things couldn’t be that easy, could they? Not to mention it would be difficult to summon a demon entourage on this place in particular... Not that her furniture was incompetent but she needed perfection! At the end of the day, there is a certain charm in the magic of hard work. A very humane, extra adorable spell to charm anyone if she put in enough hard work! Yes, yes, that had to be it! That was what she would have to do in order to have Battler to fall for her even more!

“Hyahahaha... Now Battler will surely... Nyehehehe...“ the witch chuckles to herself as her mind wanders about her numerous fantasies. She was so into them, in fact, that her usual elegant demeanor was nowhere to be found. Perhaps she left it on the pocket of another skirt?

After a brief moment, the blonde seemed to have brought somewhat back to earth. Perhaps only her husband could bring about this complete lack of shame... “Please, I would love to acquire your assistance! Name your price and it shall be yours! You have gained the favor of the golden witch herself and that is a rare feat, I can assure you, my dear~! You should be proud of you and your gorgeous locks!“

A stare. A deep, long-lasting stare. It was as if the witch was trying to burn a hole through a very specific male figure in the crowd. Oh, but she was a witch, right? She could do it as easily as, well, smashing the dirt underneath her heels! So why the stare, you ask? She obviously was intensely focused on something very specific. Could it be.... the slender form? The flawless skin?

No.

It was something else.

“YOUUU!!“ she yelped, her boots stomping the ground with her hasty gaunt. As rude as ever, in her haste she couldn’t think of any more elegant ways of addressing a new person. No... Not when her husband’s adoration was at stake!!

“Your hair care routine?You must tell me right away? Is it a shampoo, a conditioner? A special tonic? PERHAPS A DEMONIC SPELL?!“

Susie blinks a few times at the shriek, but continues to press on, undeterred. She sure gives off a different impression than she does in that painting, doesn’t she?

Susie nods. “We most certainly do. Please, allow me to give you my card.” After a moment, Susie retrieves it; it has a chic design on the front and the back.

“By the way… You’re Mrs. Ushiromiya, correct? I’m Susie. Battler has told me a lot about you. How would you like to stop by for a visit? We’d be more than happy to have you there!”

The witch accepts the card and takes a short glance at it. Indeed, a very elegant yet simple design! If business cards are the easiest means to view a business, this little establishment should be right up her alley! Beatrice’s already delighted facade turns even brighter after being recognized so easily. Looks like her noble disposition never ceases to fail her! “Why yes, I am indeed the golden witch Beatrice, Battler Ushiromiya’s beloved wife!“ she exclaims proudly, as if it wasn’t abundantly clear for anyone within earshot.

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“Few hours to days, depending on where i get the parts from. Fibonacchi is a tangle with that mess sometimes, same with the ruins. Would also take some time to build it.” She shrugged. Her skill did still take time for building it as well.

Oh, a name. Right. Where were he manners that her parents taught her?

“Paprika Legiana. The feeling is mutual. Didn’t think people would enjoy my inventions.” Despite the fact in the city already had motorized fans which she very willingly ignored for her own sanity.

The witch lets a rather pleasant smile spread on her face “Ahh, miss Paprika then! I shall henceforth officially request your skills and provide me with one of these tiny fans!” she declared, rather joyous that she could finally have something to cool herself off without actually having to constantly use her powers. Seemingly a little out of nowhere, the witch’s eyes light up “If it would be of service, I might be able to provide you with the assistance of one of my loyal furniture!“ Any chance she had that she could impress with her powers? She’ll take it in a heartbeat.

She couldn’t help but blush a bit over the woman’s enthusiasm simply over her work. Perhaps this woman was from a land lacking technology?? Then there was the confusing offer of.. loyal furniture.

“…. What… Do you mean about ‘assistance of furniture’, madam? That’s… Confusing.”

As if the grin on her fce couldn’t get any broader, it did. Just the question she was hoping to hear! “Why, my furniture, you ask?“

With a simple gesture, her signature golden kiseru brings forth a swarm of golden butterflies. Multiplying from a small pipe seemed to defy all logic! Why, of course it did, it was magic after all! Soon, the golden lackeys converged into one, only to disappear a blink later. In their place stood a refined-looking male servant, lacking nothing to be instantly recognized as a butler.

“Pukukuku... Do you require my services, madam?“

The witch looks very pleased at the cordial appearance of the male “Here, my dear miss Paprika, is my most loyal furniture, Ronove! If you wish I will provide him for you to use as you wish for the duration of your project!“

It’s times like these where Susie is thankful she only as so many facial features to work with. Not that she’s judging the woman for staring, though she looks a bit different than she does in the portrait.

“I know what you’re thinking. There’s so many choices! I can’t possibly choose between all of these brands!”

“Between you and me, though — the best tea in town? It’s a humble little restaurant called Pandora Cafe…”

The witch let out an uncharacteristically high pitched shriek as her trance was broken by a sudden voice. Even she herself was surprised by this and quickly covered her mouth. But alas, the damage had already been done and upon realizing this, Beatrice’s cheeks slowly but surely flushed red in embarrassment.

“A-Ahem! Pardon my outburst there, miss...!“

Why, this was no way for a golden witch of her stature to act! The blonde quickly cleared her throat in an attempt to regain her elegant posture.

“H-Hmm...! A restaurant you say? I would hoipe they have a fine selection of black teas available...“

Perhaps this time... No, this time for sure! Certainly, she would do it and win! She would manage to surprise Battler..!!

Dressed in her flowy nightgown, the witch tiptoed towards her husband while grasping something firmly with her hands.

Surely enough, next her cheerful voice announcing a war broke out of the silent room.

“PILLOWFIIIIIGHT~!“

Tea is serious business.

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“I built it myself. Helps when it gets hot when salvaging.” She was a little red eared over the fact some enjoyed it. That meant back home, it could be useful! That’s what she wanted to do after all- improve the family company.

“I’d have to get a few extra parts to make a second one.”

The witch nods, though a little disappointed she’d only get to enjoy this handy little thingy for so long. Well, no can do, good things were worth the wait! “How long would it take for you to procure such materials? I would be willing to compensate you for your efforts, of course… Nothing is free in this world, after all.”

Yes, this person has proved themselves worthy to know her name! How pleasant~ “Oh, but where are my manners, I am Beatrice. It’s a pleasure to meet you.“

“Few hours to days, depending on where i get the parts from. Fibonacchi is a tangle with that mess sometimes, same with the ruins. Would also take some time to build it.” She shrugged. Her skill did still take time for building it as well.

Oh, a name. Right. Where were he manners that her parents taught her?

“Paprika Legiana. The feeling is mutual. Didn’t think people would enjoy my inventions.” Despite the fact in the city already had motorized fans which she very willingly ignored for her own sanity.

The witch lets a rather pleasant smile spread on her face “Ahh, miss Paprika then! I shall henceforth officially request your skills and provide me with one of these tiny fans!” she declared, rather joyous that she could finally have something to cool herself off without actually having to constantly use her powers. Seemingly a little out of nowhere, the witch’s eyes light up “If it would be of service, I might be able to provide you with the assistance of one of my loyal furniture!“ Any chance she had that she could impress with her powers? She’ll take it in a heartbeat.

Today was a very special day to love everywhere. In all it’s forms, love was on the center stage, and rightfully so. Though, of course, neither of them were the type to let a single day go by without a word or act of love, but today was special. This day was the one special day when she could harness the power of their magic and let her whole being be drowned into it. For days, she had studied and pondered, sewed, cried and suffered.... Just for Battler’s sake. Just so she could protect and be there with him, even during the times when they were apart.

Yes, she was making him a protective charm, an omamori. Surely Battler would appreciate the gesture as a Japanese man, right? As her husband, he would surely love it, right....?! Because she loved him oh, so much it would become magic and become perfect, RIGHT?!?!?

.... Unfortunately there was no denying it, the end result looked absolutely terrible. The poor witch had tried to learn embroidery, so she could embue the charm with her very powerful magic, but.... It would be a lie to say it was anything more than a poor attempt. Surely it was better than what her very first attempts were but it was a far, far cry from the impeccable image she had projected inside her mind. This charm was filled with haphazard and uneven stitches, undecipherable imagery and words as well as little threads sticking out here and there. This.... This wasn’t what it was supposed to beeeee....!!!

Certainly, Battler would have something wonderful planned for her, something so thoughtful it would make her just want to smother him with the full extent of her love... and she came up with this?!

Well... It was too late now. The day had come and she only had this. The proud blonde had no other choice but to present his perfect husband with this imperfection! Ah, how her pride wailed...

“B-Battler...“ a shy voice called out to the redhead. Her hands were shaking, her breathing fast and superficial, eyes averting his gaze... With that, she handed him her omamori and yelled “I... I’M SORRYYYYYY....!!“