n or m? : event / closed @ ladybeato & goldenmiracles
It was making all of them desperate, really. There were rumors, floating rumors, the kind of friend-of-a-friend urban legends that everyone passed around and forgot about–but it was more than that, and it kept creeping closer. Closer and closer until friend-of-a became simply friend, and that friend became you.
She didn’t know quite what she was running from, but she knew she should be running, and she knew even running wouldn’t be able to keep her safe.
Hiding in an overcoat (one of Kanon’s, large enough to obscure), with her things tucked into her purse, Shannon fled her apartment like there was something from which to flee. She paced from one street to the next, stopping for water on occasion, stepping in and out of stores, fear clutching at her throat (trembling in her hands as Shannon reminded her that she would be alright). Were her shoes full of rocks? Were her pockets heavy with guns, with gold?
No, no–no, no, she must be imagining that. But–
But she wasn’t imagining the sunny glow of that woman (that witch) around the corner, in the crowd. Shannon’s pace sharpened, pushing from person to person with puffs of air in the shape of “excuse me”s.
When she came close, she reached out; when she came close, she cried out, “Beatrice-sama!”
Would they be better off together, or worse?
ikeatrice -> ladybeato -> goldenmiracles
The witch, of all persons, was familiar with rumors. She, herself, embodied one at one time, did she not? Just the word of her name on someone’s tongue had once elicited so much fear, anxiety. She had reveled in it.
But this was quite different.
Tales of strange diseases reached her ears, of course. Any witch worth her heel knew how to work a rumor mill to her advantage. A strange plague infiltrating this city? She wondered who was to blame, but, of course, had a pretty decent enough idea. Though, the witch felt no dear. She had no reason to flee or board herself away. Such things couldn’t affect a witch. No, she was far too above such mortal frustrations… Or, so she wanted to believe.
Rather, she walked around the city as she usually would, her hands holding up her dress on occasion to avoid a puddle here and there. Her hair, done up in its typical glamour, stood out among most she saw; so many people milling around to try and run away. Didn’t they know that all of them were trapped here? If they were to succeed to whatever illness there may or may not be running rampart, there probably wasn’t anywhere to go to escape it. How trite.
Her head turned, suddenly, at the sound of her own name. For a moment, her eyes widened in fear, shock. The person who called out her name – ?
She, too, was in this city? Somehow, she thought she knew that. Had Kanon mentioned it to her? Probably. The witch stopped, to acknowledge Shannon. Beatrice wasn’t quite sure what to say, if only for a few moments.
“Shannon?”
ikeatrice -> ladybeato -> goldenmiracles
And again, it seemed that something was happening in the city. People couldn’t stop running and running around the city and from what the successor could hear from rumors, the scientists didn’t do anything really good unlike last time, where everyone could finally go to a beach and have fun while they were more or less protected from the heatwave (if they were careful, because there were some things that could ruin your mood if you weren’t...).
Of course, when the blonde heard the rumors, they agreed with the citizens. After all, who would want, for example, swap bodies with someone else? They would feel uncomfortable if suddenly, someone had their body and they had that someone’s body, and more they would feel uncomfortable if this someone were a stranger or someone you couldn’t trust in. Besides, this would be totally a mess. What if, for example, the person you were talking to weren’t the person you thought they were? They really understood why the citizens were like this and, like everyone else, Lion tried to avoid anybody with quick steps due to all this...
...or that was what they were planning to do until they saw the two familiar figures who were in front of them at the moment.
❝Shannon-chan?! Beatrice-sama?!❞ They exclaimed, surprised since they didn’t expect them to see them here. ❝Are you both okay?! I heard something is happening in the city again... not something good, definitely.❞
ikeatrice -> ladybeato -> goldenmiracles
