@cluelessmusesââ asked: â do you remember when we first met? â [ fyodor to mary! ]
â          not many memories that linger in her broken mind are ones she thinks of fondly - rather, sheâd much prefer to forget them and there are quite a few that she has succeeded in losing. when the mind is put under so much strain, it can only do itâs best to protect the soft shell of a girl that carries it around. the memory of meeting him, however, is one she remembers every day, the fondest of all the memories mary has - she thinks of it with eyes glossed over and curved lips.  â of course i remember. â
that day sheâd been adorned in the best clothing and accessories, worth more than anything else in the room with her outfit alone. she couldnât say she had been enjoying herself but the sour taste of wine had slid down her throat with ease, allowing herself to feel a light hum and tingle through her limbs. the steps she made were accompanied by the clicking of her heels, slow but confident, as she made her way through the cliques of people preparing to enter a music hall. it wasnât until she was seated in her familyâs private booth, enjoying the scenery and dimming lights overhead that she took notice of what it was she was watching exactly.Â
in all honesty, sheâd only showed up as a favor to her father who could use her as a way into the world of musical geniuses. it was easy for her to insert herself into the chattering of other musicians and onlookers after the show considering her own name being a popular topic in the conversations. they were lucky that she graced them with her own presence. it wasnât the gossiping, middle aged women who lived on their husbandsâ ceo incomes that she was interested in though. rather, it was the flower sheâd watched bloom on the stage, fully engulfed in music as if he hadnât had thousands of eyes watching him. sheâd given him a smile with a bit of fire in her eyes, falling in love just at the sight of him. her own heart seemed to have stopped beating in her chest and her breath was caught in her lungs.
brought back to the current question that fyodor asks, she gives him that same smile - the smile that has enough mischief hidden under the surface to be frighteningly beautiful - an invitation for trouble.  â how could i forget something like that? that was the day my life really began you know. â with a step away so that her back faces him, she clasps her hands together and turns her head just barely to peek at him.  â iâd probably be dead somewhere if it wasnât for meeting you. honestly i was a walking corpse even before that moment... you gave me something to live for. â



















