I was really hoping I could go to that VIXX concert in Chicago, but transportation is an issue, as is money, so I may not be able to... ;;; I was hoping to give the boys a sweet message if there was some kinda meet and greet after the concert... Oh hey, there's an idea.
If there's any of you who are going to this concert, or the NYC one for that matter--I am unaware if there is a meet and greet of any sort or not--If it isn't too much trouble, do you think you could give the boys this message I've typed up below the cut? Print it or something maybe? I've put my heart into this!
Dear VIXX,
It is very difficult for me to describe the love I have for you. I'm not exaggerating when I say your music makes me very happy and calm when I am upset, or that watching you boys in videos online always brings a smile to my face. You've brought me a lot of happiness since I began to consider myself a Starlight.
Hakyeon, you've got such a big heart, and you do a great job as a leader. Leo, you may be quiet offstage, but you are so talented! Ken, you're silly and sweet, you remind me of myself. Ravi, you are one of the greatest rappers I've ever seen, you're very sweet and someone I look up to. Hongbin, your voice is just as beautiful as the rest of you. Your work on Error was amazing! And Hyuk, you've got so much potential despite being the youngest, you've grown so much.
But despite the different things I said about you, you are all amazing and talented in ways I don't know how to describe, and I want to be as great as you! Also, I may not understand the meanings of these competitions, but it's okay if you don't win them all. I'm still very proud and happy for you either way.
I'm very sad I wasn't able to make it to your Chiacgo concert, I live just a few hours away... But hey. Maybe someday I'll get a chance, right? Thank you very, very much for bringing happiness into my life.
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Dogma couldn't explain why he felt the need to find Alice. Why he needed to find her even a year later, when she'd rejected his (admittedly awkward) offers to help her several times, avoided him several times more... He didn't understand her reason for that, either.
His brother, whom he once hated, had vanished from their lives a year ago. Alice, that young woman who had fallen for her brother and refused to leave him behind... Still hadn't recovered, even now. Despite that colonel's best efforts, hell, even little Sai's efforts, she simply wouldn't return to who she was. It was as if... Her old self had died along with her lover. And there would be almost no regaining it.
Alice could practically sense the demon behind her, and she slowly turned around to face him. Just as he'd thought. Her eyes almost seemed a bit darker than they should be, a darker shade of blue than he once recognized. "Why are you here?" She asked him, her voice calm. He could sense the ever powerful turmoil in her soul, like a bomb that would detonate at the slightest provocation. Her voice was just as cold as her demeanor towards him.
"I want to know why." He said simply at first. She narrowed her eyes at him somewhat, silently asking the demon what he meant... "Why you keep pushing me away like you do. Even I know you can't continue like this. Your soul is clearly dying, Alice." He continued, watching as the look in her eyes changed, but disappeared as quickly as it came, turning her back to him again.
"And there's one thing I think we both know, Alice..." He calmly stepped toward her. "My brother would not like that at all." He rested his hand upon her shoulder, before she turned back around... And hit him. Not very hard, but enough to move his hand from her.
"Don't touch me...!!" She growled out, glaring quite viciously at the demon. She backed away from him, and he could see her right hand twitch as if to grab her weapon. "What the hell do you know...?! You aren't him... You don't know how he thinks and feels..." He could hear her voice slowly crack as she continued to speak...
"You... Don't know what it's like to lose someone that close to you... I doubt you've ever even loved someone before..." She was trying not to let tears surface now. It was growing increasingly obvious. Dogma resisted biting his tongue, despite the truth in her words.
"You didn't answer my question, Alice... Why is it you continue to push me away? You accept that colonel's gestures... Why not mine as well?" He could see the tears beginning to well up, threatening to spill over. Her soul's wavelength was growing even more violent. There was definitely some sort of internal conflict here, and he watched as she took a deep breath--
"I see him every Yuliadamn time!! Every time you speak, any time you're even in my line of sight, everything, I always see him in you!!" She wailed, and Dogma simply froze. That was the only thing she said. And frankly, it was all Dogma really needed, or wanted to hear... That explained so much. Of course it would only make sense she wouldn't want to be near him. He'd been too foolish to see it...
What was he feeling here...? This almost overwhelming urge to do something, anything to help free her from this. Was this how his twin felt? How he was always wanting to keep her safe? He could only stand there for a moment, tightly clenching his fists, thinking of what his twin would do in a situation like this...
"I just can't take this anymore, this constant confusion, wondering why..." Her voice had lowered to a whimper, running a hand through her bangs, clumping the hair in her fist, falling to her knees. Knowing he wouldn't be able to talk to her, he slowly stepped forward, before she spoke again. "Why was he the one to die, I'd accepted the fact I would die before him, I was supposed to... If it weren't for Jade, Sai, Zeka... My friends, I..."
"Alice, no." Dogma stopped her in her tracks with that. He knew what she was going to say... He stepped forward without a word, kneeling by her and holding her tightly. "That isn't worth dying. That is why you need to live that much more, for him as well. Just listen to me, alright?" Her soul's wavelength calmed again, she'd heard him clearly.
But this time, her soul seemed even weaker than before.
Alice barely reacted as the demon quickly stepped forward and held her to him. Yes... Yes, she could feel him in the other demon this way too. The only difference between them was a scar on the twin's jaw... She knew they were different people, she knew that his twin still knew nothing of love. And yet... And yet that now loathsome feeling swelled up within her as she decided to simply let it out, quietly sobbing into his chest.
"I... I'm s-sorry... I've been su--Such a bitch to you this whole t-time..." Dogma simply shook his head, but couldn't find anything to say anymore. An odd pain in his chest quickly caught his attention. He brushed her hair a bit, letting her cry for however long she would need.
"It's anything but your fault. If anything it's mine, I was foolish and never realized it." She shook her head a bit and looked back up at him, watching as he closed his eyes in response for a brief moment. He didn't like that face... She couldn't describe the look on his face. Was it a sympathy of some sort? Sadness? He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Clearly he was trying to find the words to say.
"I am... Not entirely sure what I can do to pull you back from this... I don't know if it's the right word or not, but, this depression you've fallen into. I am not my brother. Nor am I meant to help or heal others. But--" She pauses him for a moment, moving out of his grasp.
"No... You... You've helped... Even if only a little." She said, prompting a half smile from him.
"You're just saying that."
"No. I'm not. Really, thank you." She muttered, almost seeming to hesitate in saying it. She stood up again, and the demon followed suit. For a moment, she didn't look at him. "But... I... Do wonder what he would think of this..."
"He would want you to do whatever would make you happy." Dogma's reply was almost instantaneous. It surprised not only Alice, but himself... Did he really just say that? How did he know that, though? She looked over at him, seeming just as surprised.
"He... Would, wouldn't he?" Dogma smiled a bit, giving a nod.
"My brother... Loved you very much. Did he not? And, I am... Quite sure his main priority would have been... Your happiness, right?" Alice nodded, watching as the demon laughed at himself, hitting his head with the heel of his hand. "I'm probably not making a bit of sense." Alice shook her head.
"You're... Actually making perfect sense. Why, it's almost as if you've... Been in love before." She responded, watching as he shook his head.
"Not once. That's why I'm so surprised with myself." He still thought his brother would absolutely hate him for it, but... "If I knew how, maybe I would be yours in his place." Yes... Perhaps he could learn to love her. With that thought in mind, he held her close again, for a different reason this time.
He had no idea what he was doing, what he was trying to do, but he looked her in the eyes as he leaned closer to her. He thought he saw the light return to her eyes for just a moment, before meeting her lips. She tensed up, this felt so familiar and warm, and she hated the fact it was... And yet, when he pulled away just moments later, it left her wanting more. She was surprised, to say the least, at the gesture, frantically trying to stop the flutter in her chest.
"Dogma, you... Do you...?"
"Don't... Don't look too much into this, girl. I only wish for you to recover." He stuttered a bit (much to his chagrin), and watches as she nodded. But she seemed content. He couldn't say if he loved her or not yet. It would take time, as well as time for her to recover.
But, for her sake, he was willing to try. And if it turned out he did fall for her, he would stay by her side. In his brother's place.
It wasn't something he really knew how to do, but he would definitely heal her.
This took a bit of a turn in a new direction from my original idea, and quite frankly I like it. Feel free to give a few pointers or w/e if you want as well. I'll leave what happens after to your imagination~ uwu
"What is it you want, Dogma?" He could feel the other grin, jumping a bit as he reappeared, sitting at the corner of Jade's desk.
"What do you think, Necromancer?" Jade's brow twitched. This bastard... Trying to start something out of boredom, was he? After briefly glaring at the other, he looks at his work again.
"Consider yourself lucky, I'm nearly done." He didn't look up to see the demon almost seem to pout slightly. The other stood up from the corner of his desk, slow steps moving behind Jade. What was that idiot doing...? He thought he heard a quiet chuckle...
He got his answer as he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, one slowly trailing up his neck and moving to his hair. Oh, Hell no. Don't you even think about it.
He was expecting the other to tug at it, but instead rests his chin on the other's head, twirling a lock of hair on a leather-clad finger. That actually felt quite nice. The other was probably still smirking, and he knew that he knew how to distract Jade. But the other also knew it was difficult to break Jade's focus...
Jade pauses from his work for just a moment. With his head down, he doubted the other saw him smirk. Dogma blinked, curious as to what the other man was doing.
"Do you think I haven't noticed, Dogma?" The demon quirked a brow. Now, what what this?
"Do tell me what you mean."
"You've been stopping by more often than usual. I've gotten rather suspicious..." Still rather confused, Dogma moves his hand away for Jade's hair, resting his arm on the back of his chair and crossing it slightly over his other. He narrowed his eyes as Jade turned around, smirking devilishly, like how Dogma always would.
"So... What is it you wanted from me?" Oh, so that's how it was... Dogma backed off, moving to the side of the room in slow strides, away from Jade.
"I'm surprised, Jade. I didn't think you'd notice at all." Dogma was insulting his intelligence... Not like that was out of the ordinary, though. He looked at his work again.
... Well, none of this is especially important, and can be turned in whenever... I suppose I can take some time to have a bit of fun.
Jade stood from his desk, looking to the blond standing a bit farther away. Thankfully, everyone seemed to have left at this point. If the blond was thinking what Jade thought he was, they would be here for a while...
"Clearly it's me you're after, here... Is it not?" Dogma did not move, but a grin had broken out on his face. A rather bold assumption. Quite like the Necromancer... It pissed him off.
"I see how it is here... And what makes you think I want anything to do with you?" Jade's response was one of his cocky little grins...
"Well, in the past you've certainly demonstrated that desire very well~." The blond's brow twitched. He narrowed his eyes as if to warn the other, 'Don't fuck with me.' Unfortunately for him, Jade had no intention to heed that warning.
"You ass... I thought I told you not to bring that up again!" He moved to hit the other--
... But didn't expect Jade to take advantage of it. As Dogma threw his fist at him, the bespectacled bastard managed to take hold of his arm and then spun him around.
The next thing he knew, he was nearly sitting on Jade's desk, hands pinned so he wouldn't be able to move. The forceful impact scattered the papers on the desk, and a textbook or two had hit the floor with a dull 'thud'.
Dogma's eyes widened for a brief moment, as his face was mere inches from the colonel's. But Jade barely had the chance to tease him, because the next moment the demon was glaring daggers, teeth bared in a growl.
"Release me this instant..." Jade only let out a laugh through his nose, leaning closer to the blond as if to kiss him. He wasn't at all surprised as he leaned back, still scowling.
"I don't think I will. We're playing by my rules this time..."
"Like hell! You have no control over me, so don't get cocky, Necromancer..."
Come to think of it... When was the last time Jade had had such a burst of confidence like this, in regards to the demon? Though, it didn't really matter. In the next moment, he had smashed his lips against the other's.
It took a moment, but the demon managed to pull back, letting out another growl at the other male. He wasn't going to stand for this, the other thinking he could try to take control. He smirks a bit, aiming to shoot a remark that would make him pause long enough for Dogma to take control again. But just as he begins to speak he's met with another kiss, the other taking the chance to slip his tongue in.
Dogma absolutely hated how Jade was getting better at catching him off guard like this. His grip tightened on the edge of the desk, potentially unconsciously, as the other's lips moved to his neck. The demon wad still glaring at him in a manner promising payback. And Jade knew he would. Hopefully.
"I'm going to kick your ass when you let go of me..." Jade could only laugh, placing small kisses on his neck. The blond was managing to hold himself back rather well.
"Who said I was going to do that?" Smug little bastard, Dogma thought. He managed to prevent a shudder at the teeth grazing his skin, but a quiet moan found it's way out of him as the other bit down. And despite what he was hoping, he knew the other was paying attention... The way he felt Jade's lips curl into a smirk told him that much.
"When I'm through with you...!" He snarled, pulling himself back from the other male with relative ease. Jade laughed again, pulling back to grin at the blond.
"Are you certain that won't be the other way around~?" Dogma got what the colonel was implying with that almost immediately... He didn't expect that. At all. He reared back, his cheeks turning a light pink as he just glared at the other.
This was, in all likelihood, going to be a long night. But Dogma was sure he'd come out on top. He always did, after all...
Another idea on a whim, I felt that my two muses could stand to clear things up. uwu; Less anger and quite a bit more kindness. Plus recently developed headcanons.
Probably kinda fluffy near the end there? But hey, it's Alice, there's usually gonna end up being some form of fluff. xD
Something about this place seemed quite familiar to Dogma, trees forming a massive forest off in the distance to one side, a dusty road and the ocean stretching out beyond the land to his other. He couldn't deny he was quite curious, his feet leading him over towards the forest.
There were quite a few monsters that tried to charge at him, sadly, but were no match for the blade hidden in his cane. Luckily they were quite weak, but then Dogma heard the roar of something much more vicious.
He quickly moved in the direction of whatever that thing would turn out to be, something like a lion coming into his vision. Massive and snarling, claws out to strike it's prey. He heard a quite familiar voice shout something out, looking past the creature to see...
... Well now, this was quite a sight to behold. Fighting that vicious monster was none other than little Alice. Lucky him, he'd been wanting to fight her again--Wait... It almost appeared she was having trouble with this one. She seemed quite exhausted, wobbling after casting one of those spells.
He told himself she was just another human and all that, her death wouldn't matter. But, he also realized his most hated twin would most likely be quite hurt if she were to die. He was a little conflicted as to what to do here...
She nearly fell over as the creature moved to attack her again, barely dodging it's massive claws... He moved in then, deciding it would be better to assist her.
Alice stumbled to her feet to see the blond with his blade out, warding off the creature. She smiled a bit, but upon closer inspection, she realized it was not her lover, but his twin, the one who'd attacked her and caused quite a scare for her after he'd angered her beloved...
"I didn't ask for your help..." She muttered, moving to cast again, but before she could--
"Don't even try it! You're exhausting yourself, you idiot!" The demon growled at her, giving her something of a glare. Alice didn't understand why, why was he helping her? He was agile, moving much faster than she ever could, and she knew from experience, his strength was immense... She could only sit back and watch.
She was snapped right out of her thoughts as the liger swung it's claws at the demon, managing to strike a deep blow across his chest--That could be serious even for him... She wasn't thinking and yelled out his name, throwing her chakrams and managing to strike the liger's eyes... Excellent. Dogma looked at her, seeming quite surprised by her calling out to him.
"Slit it's throat or something!" She yelled. The blond could only nod and strike, avoiding the beast's claws as it flailed about, blinded. One cut managed to do it, the creature falling to the ground, twitching a bit before falling still...
Dogma relaxed, whipping away the blood from his blade before looking at her. She seemed to have regained a bit of her energy, but there was a mix of anger and confusion on her face.
He noticed, however, the concern locked away in her eyes.
"Yulia damned idiot, did I say you could help me? After what you did?" She asked.
"No. But you clearly needed it. You should be grateful, had it not been for me you would be dead." He put away his blade and turned to her. Then the concern broke out on her face.
"Dogma, those wounds...!" She quickly approached him, her face growing a bit pale as she saw how deep those cuts were. "Here, let me--"
"I'll be perfectly fine. It will heal quicker than you think." Funny how her attitude just flipped... Was it the sight of his injuries? She shook her head, leading him to sit down against a tree.
"You're lucky I keep bandaging and all that on hand." She held a small bag with her. Dogma was about to protest and say he didn't need help again, but the look she gave him said it. She wasn't about to listen, was she?
"... It's a bit funny, really." Dogma looked to her, watching her clean his wounds. "During one of the first conversations I had with your twin, we ended up having to kill one of those ligers too... Guess that was another mother liger." She had a gentle smile on her face, as if she were remembering it. But that smile faded soon enough as she looked him in the eyes.
"... Now, then. I want you to tell me why exactly you decided to help me. I thought you hate me." Dogma honestly didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"Well, for one, it's as I said. If not for me, you'd probably be dead. I never once said I hated you. Honestly, you're one of the better humans I've met. I attacked you out of anger at my brother's actions..." She didn't pause from her assisting him, but her expression became a little less upset... Upset?
"And honestly, if it were not for my brother, I wouldn't mind battling you again--Just to see if you are really as strong as you seemed to be before." Her expression grew intrigued. So, the other was interested in her strength...?
"I have no ill will towards you. As long as you understand that, there can be peace here." She looked at him, surprised. So that was it...
"I understand." She'd gotten him bandaged up before too long, but she didn't know if it would help for very long. "... I want to try something here, but I'm not sure if I can manage."
"Oh?" He gave her a look, curious as to her intentions.
"I managed to do it once before, but it may have been by a miracle... Either that or it was desperation. See, some people can use these fonic artes that heal wounds. I want to try helping you with that, because I don't know how long these bandages will help."
Ah, so that was it. She wanted to help him further. Well, despite her exhaustion after all those artes earlier... She seemed to have recovered mostly.
"Fine then, let's see what you can do." She nodded. She'd have to concentrate very hard. She brings her hands up, feeling the fonons gather at her fingertips. She muttered the incantation at a whisper, and Dogma watched with intrigue, somehow feeling the pain leave him.
"Heal..." There was a small flash, and the fonons dissipated. She opened her eyes again, smiling as it seemed to have worked... "Thank goodness." She muttered. But then her vision went black...
"Hey, Alice--" He managed to grab her before she smacked into his chest, but she was already unconscious... He decided to let her stay there until she woke up. After all, he didn't need any monsters aiming for her after he'd helped her.
"Damn it. Foolish girl, if you knew that'd make you faint, why did you bother?" That answer should have been obvious, seeing as she'd insisted on helping him in the first place. And in all honestly, there may have been an odd little friendship here. But he still didn't have a clue...
"... Maybe kindness doesn't always need a reason." That was the only thing he could gather. She seemed to have a habit of helping others without reason.
The memories would continue to come pouring back. With each second that ticked like thunder, the further away Aoba was from him, and more Clear came to remember all that Aoba had done for him. He’d given him the confidence he lacked, he gave him the strength to move on, to look forward to a brighter future, and also to reveal his true appearance to the world. Aoba had taught him to believe in himself, to also believe in Aoba too. It was because of him that Clear’s chest would tighten whenever Aoba would reassure him that he’s fine and that everything is going to be okay. It was because of Aoba that Clear got to express his dreams and interests with someone else.. it was because of Aoba that Clear had a reason to not shut himself down and go back to sleep. It was Aoba’s voice that had pulled him from that slumber, after all.And yet it was Aoba.. that would suffer because of him. Aoba has done so much for Clear, and now this…
He wanted to reach out and grab him, to hold his frail body in his arms and apologize. Clear wanted to provide the love that Aoba deserves, despite their being a fake heart. He wanted to at least feel the love that Aoba had embraced him with. It was Aoba that told Clear that he’s capable of loving.. and Clear wanted to, so badly. He wanted to pour all that pent up emotion, now that he realizes.. He’s fallen for Aoba, and now this was good bye..
As Clear would take one last glance, however, Aoba’s head was turned towards his direction, his lips shifting ever so slightly, as if whispering so that only Clear alone can hear it. Before the door would shut, Clear could hear these words loud and clear…
’…Please.. come get me..’ ‘…I love you.. my precious Clear…’
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(And then offscreen you can hear Luke telling Mieu to be quiet, while the other team members sit in the background facepalming... And Jade inconspicuously dressed like Giovanni.)
It's June 10th, 1918, nine a.m. Daisy sits, silent, in a bath of water that has long since gone cold. Her fingers are wrinkled, and she can do nothing but stare at the wrinkled, sopping, mess of paper that has been crumpled into a ball and set in the soap dish. Behind her, she can hear her mother mumbling, and she feels Jordan looking at her. She's hears Tom downstairs, laughing. Besides the head ache from all her sobbing, and the hangover from before, she feels numb.
It's three p.m., and Daisy is dried and soft, with a dress as white as a swan's feathers, and a smile that glistens like the sunlight off of a lake. It doesn't reach her eyes. There's hundreds of people standing, lining the white walk to the church. There's dozens more, packed inside the pews. She sees Tom, and her arm tightens around her father's elbow. He doesn't notice. Her mother and sister are crying. Jordan is emotionless. Tom smiles, sort of. Daisy starts to cry, too.
Ten P.M. Tom is drunk. So is her father. So is every other man who came to the party. Every five minutes, someone relentlessly hits their forks against their glass, and every five minutes, Daisy stands, wipes her face, and kisses her husband. He reeks of an alcohol she can't quite distinguish. She does her best to be proud. She's heard so many congratulations that it feels wrong not to be.
It's now June 11th, 2 a.m. She's in a hotel, and she can see nothing but Gatsby's face just behind her eyelids, can feel nothing but his letter under her fingertips. Tom's on top of her, and she knows that he's having sex with her; but he's still drunk, and everything feels wrong. She endures. He falls asleep. Daisy cries. She's been doing that an awful lot, lately.
June 11th. 9 a.m. Daisy dreamed about Gatsby. She wakes up to Tom's arms around her. He tells her he loves her, over and over. He gets up. He snarls at a butler to 'get Daisy whatever she wants.' She hears it for the first time.
'Mrs. Buchanan, can I get you anything in particular?'
The sound of it doesn't make her want to throw up, like she was so sure it would. Daisy sits up, rubs her tired eyes, asks what they mean. They offer her breakfast, then suggest wedding gifts, before they leave for her honeymoon.
June 12th, 1918. Daisy and Tom arrive in Chicago, first. He buys her a present to celebrate. The name 'Gatsby' is forgotten. 'Buchanan' takes its place.
