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I’m doing this to practice my writing and to indulge in my love of idv. So yeah. Sorry if anything is OOC lol

Inspired by the song “My favorite things,” in the Sound of Music lol. Sorry if any of this is OOC! 🫶

Antonio:

Antonio find’s solace in your presence, just as music once did to him all those years ago. Your eyes are not riddled with obsession, just admiration and love. You are one of his favorite things.

Laying on his bed, Antonio wondered when his lover would come back. Antonio, due to being locked away for many years, was used to being alone. Despite being used it, the man longed to be with you. You were Antonio’s personal audience, one who did not believe the rumors slandering and ridiculing him.

Antonio years or maybe decades ago had already made his master piece. The only way to be free from his gambiling debts and imprisonment was to make a masterpiece. Reflecting on it, it wasn’t his masterpiece. It was impersonal, and only used as a way to be free. Yet now, while waiting for you, he knew he needed to make a new masterpiece.

Antonio went into his cabinets and roughly begun to open it. It was stuck, due to the fact that it hadn’t been used in a while. When it finally opened, cobwebs covered numerous pages of scattered around papers. Silently, Antonio pulled out the stacks of papers and chose a fresh one, without any scribbles on them. He knew what his newest master piece would be about. It’d be about his favorite thing.

Hi! I’m just doing this do indulge in my love of idv so, if anything is OOC, you can tell me but please don’t be rude haha. :)

Melly

Melly loves someone who loves her for who she is, not her beauty. Someone who loves her interest in entomology, even if they don’t understand.

Outside in the manor’s garden laid two lovers on a picnic blanket. A checkered blanket laying beneath them with small finger-sized sandwiches laying on small plates. A picnic basket laid beside the girl, whom was gushing about bees. The girl hadn’t been looking at her spouse during her ramble, just aimlessly looking ahead.

After a moment, the woman paused and focused on her spouse. Her spouse had already been staring at her, smiling, with a look of pure adoration and focus on their face. Melly herself knew that they didn’t know all that much about entomology yet they still listened to her ramble. Although you could not see her eyes, you could see Melly’s mouth curl into a small, warm, smile. Melly lightly grabbed your hand and kissed your cheek, “Thank you,” Melly whispered.

Confused, your eyebrows crinkled, “hm?”

“For listening.” Melly smiled while covering you in kisses. Her red lipstick left imprints all along your face while you sat there, stunned.

Aesop

Someone who’s a talker, who can carry the conversation. Someone who is fine with his aloof attitude and accepts him for who he is (and, his weird obsession with death).

Aesop’s room who in the past was quiet. You could hear a pen drop and could here the footsteps of whomever walking the corridor. Yet, that silence is now rare. Usually, a voice could be heard from the door. It’s be gushing and rambling about whatever came to mind.

You’d think that the owner, Aesop Carl, would be annoying at the newfound loudness in his room. Yet, that was not the case. He’d listen adamantly about whatever topic was on your mind. His eyes would soften, looking at your happy face. Aesop wouldn’t just stare out in space while talking to you, how could he! Aesop, to show you how much he’s listening, sometimes makes an occasional comment or question on whatever topic being discussed.

“So,” the grey haired man said looking at you, “it started all because some guy found.. a notebook that could kill whomever he wanted?”

“Well, yeah.” When he said it like that, it makes your 20 min explanation utterly useless. But, whatever. He listens and, truly, that’s all that matters. You smile at the man, lightly grasping his hand, “I love you, Aesop.”

Luca

Your mere presence means a lot to Luca. Whether you’re drawing, writing, sleeping, or watching something, as long as your with him, he’s satisfied.

As an inventor at heart, Luca spent many days working on numerous inventions. Unfortunately, due to his fixation on them, he’ll spend hours just working. Which causes his health to deteriorate over time. Of course, there’s someone who always makes sure he’s healthy. Though, Luca would never let you stay up with him while working on his inventions. No matter how much you persist, he’ll never approve of your health deteriorating over time because of him. After all, he can’t loose you too.

Luca leaned back in his chair, it was late at night, he finally finished his latest invention. It was a gadget for, his beloved, you. Something that’d help you throughout the hellish matches survivors were forced to endure. A smile was fastened on Luca’s face and was ready to present the gadget to you. But, when he got up and turned around, you were asleep. A small chuckle escaped Luca’s mouth. Silently, Luca put the gadget on the beside table closer to you and layed beside you. He wrapped his arms around you, smiling, and pulled you closer to him. His arms tightened around you, as if he were afraid that you’d disappear in the night. Yet, he knew you would never go. Luca kissed the top of your forehead, before drifting off to sleep himself.

Antonio:

A free spirit is what he thinks of you. Untainted of the world of aristocrats and untainted of their obsession. A joy to be around, whether you see our or not, is what he thinks whenever with you.

Perhaps, he did not deserve you. He watched you with other survivors, during his friendly match with Michiko (As, it was much easier to convince her to be friendly compared to the other hunters). You laugh while joking alongside Emma and Norton, Norton had likely said something funny. He watched as Michiko joyously danced with all the survivors. A silent tint of jealousy was evident. To be looked upon fondly without obsession and to be liked for who you are. It’s something that Antonio knew you thought of him as, but not the vast majority.

Yet, as he watched you run over to him and clasp his hand, he’s filled with everlasting joy. Antonio silently played the piano, with you beside him, but occasionally you could the man chuckle over his violin. If he knew you all those years ago, before he made the contract with that demon, Antonio one and only desire would be that you both would never part. Yet, he knew it would happen eventually. He’d watch as you’d age and he’d watch you die. Nevertheless, it didn’t matter in the moment. In the moment, he was happy. And, truly, that’s all that mattered to him.

Andrew:

A place of solace and happiness is how he feels, whenever with you.

Used to the solace of being alone, it was a surprise that he now found solace in you. At first, he was worried. After the death of his mother, he wasn’t used to human interaction. However, over time, it became better.

It was silent in your room. Andrew was laying on your bed, waiting for you to come back from your match. Little trinkets were sprinkled around your room some sat their intended places, some of the floor, and some scattered all around your room. Andrew picked up one of them, holding it in his fingers. A smile reached the man’s face as he remembered you. It was a trinket you use a lot but, for some reason, you didn’t wear it today.

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