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Known to understand everything much easily than the average standard so long as it’s bound by logic, Ace’s steps come to a halt the moment his brother ––distinguished by being clad in black while he wears white–– poses a much confusing inquiry. Confusion mirrors within azure irises as a fair brow rises, lips pursed in a thin line that further showcases the youngest of the twins is trying to give some thought to the question.

“I don’t understand.” He gives up after a moment’s thought, hand rising to cradle his chin as his gaze lowers. “What has to do being assigned to share the same room with being womb mates? Aren’t we considered such merely for being twins––?”

Oh.

Delicate brows knit in a frown when his brother’s hand lands atop his head to offer an affectionate ruffle of platinum blonde locks. Eyes narrow whilst his hands find homage onto his hips disapprovingly. “Spade… Don’t you ever do that again.” And I’m supposed to be the youngest of the pair? You’ve got to be kidding. An annoyed huff abandons his lungs before turning his back to him and proceed his way towards their dormitory.

“I certainly hope we have thick mattresses prepared. You’ll have to wait to try our bed until tomorrow.”

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“A long lost friend,” she started quietly, glancing out the window.

Next, she blushed a little. “One of my first crushes.”

♔ —— | Gentle fingers would caress the threads of his uniform before softly pressing down, trying to hold the young man in place from his sudden jump. “Careful…we just tended to your wounds – which were quite awful so please, give your body time to rest.”-  Her voice soft but stern. A tender smile would present itself the moment she locked eyes with him. 

                                           — “Rest assure, you are safe now.” 

Against all cries and outbursts from Steiner, Garnet was able to locate this stranger to rest on her sofa in the peace and quiet of her personal chamber. Beatrix rested just beside the window; leaving the hilt of her sword unattended although her fingers were ready for its touch should the man become a threat. The dove trusted in her judgment completely and banned Steiner from attending the situation. Garnet leaned forward from her chair a bit more while she whispered, “You washed up ashore.” Something the two could share, which is why she felt like she had to be responsible for his care.

 “…Tell me, do you know who I am or where you are?”

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♡ ——-; The mind could forget, but the heart will always remember.Haunting of a massacre, the smell of churning flesh and blood mixed withgunpowder and ash filled the dark abyss surrounding her as a crack formed atthe sound of a gunshot and suddenly, the terrifying shadows came crashing downand she soon realized it was protecting her from a chilling sight. A villagewas under siege, unarmed civilians were being gunned down like animals and eventhough she could not recognize a single face, her heart yearned for them, theirnames dancing along her tongue but never forming. 

It was then she saw a woman with dark blue haired that mirrored Machinas – her face blurred but she was rushing toward her screaming for Rem and Machina to run and hide before beingshot in the head. As the blood seeped from her head, the blur upon her face wasdiminishing. Overwhelmed, Rem began to scream until the night sky greeted herabove and she could feel tears rolling down from her eyes. Panting, she stareddisorientated, trying hard to remember exactly what she saw and who the peoplewere. Her heart was still a frantic mess, beating crazily within her chest asshe attempted to catch her breath.

‘…A nightmare?’ She thought silently. It felt too familiar to just be a nightmare. Sitting up, she cupped her knees and buried her face within it, still wanting to cry as she realized why it wasthese terrors were triggered. Machina was still missing after his angryoutburst and she found herself alone. It was then she felt a hand rest upon hershoulder and it startled her. Quickly, she jumped at their touch and turned toface them, her face a complete mess of tears. With eyes so full of sorrow, shestared at Ace, his expression stoic but there was something warm within hiseyes as he stared down at her. 

“…D-did I wake you?” She tried to shrug off her demeanor as nothing, again trying not to worry anyone. “…I’m sor-“before she could utter an unnecessary apology he said, “Nothing’s gonna hurt you.” This stunned her, silenced the words she was about to speak and once again,she looked back up at him. This time her true feelings were displayed upon her face as a few more tears rolled down her cheek.

 Without a moment’s thought, she placed her hand upon Ace’s and grippedit – depicting just how much she needed his compassion in this moment.  She didn’t want to speak, knowing that most of the time lies had left her lips. She did not want to put up a facade in this moment. Closing her eyes, she sniffled and whimpered as she finally let out theweight on her chest after so long.

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