#etamarella

@etamarella

♡ ——-; The mind could forget, but the heart will always remember. Haunting of a massacre, the smell of churning flesh and blood mixed with gunpowder and ash filled the dark abyss surrounding her as a crack formed at the sound of a gunshot and suddenly, the terrifying shadows came crashing down and she soon realized it was protecting her from a chilling sight. A village was under siege, unarmed civilians were being gunned down like animals and even though she could not recognize a single face, her heart yearned for them, their names 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 being shot in the head. As the blood seeped from her head, the blur upon her face was diminishing. Overwhelmed, Rem began to scream until the night sky greeted her above and she could feel tears rolling down from her eyes. Panting, she stared disorientated, trying hard to remember exactly what she saw and who the people were. Her heart was still a frantic mess, beating crazily within her chest as she 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 was these terrors were triggered. Machina was still missing after his angry outburst and she found herself alone. It was then she felt a hand rest upon her shoulder and it startled her. Quickly, she jumped at their touch and turned to face them, her face a complete mess of tears. With eyes so full of sorrow, she stared at Ace, his expression stoic but there was something warm within his eyes 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 gripped it – 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 the weight on her chest after so long. 

It was requested by Aercia that Ace would take out all the cadet’s  and reevaluate each individual's performances when it comes to  unnatural fiends. The first to accompany him the evaluation  process was Nine and Rem.  Their first request was to defeat a  spawn of flans who only appeared at nighttime just near the outskirts  of capitol. The team made their way to the pinpoint location and set  up a camp to wait for nightfall.  

After everything was prepared for camp, everyone went off their separate  ways to preoccupied themselves. Nine went off to do the doltish things  he was best at such as hunting game or chucking his spear down in  valley. Ace retreated to his studies in near a campfire to keep warm.  Lastly, Rem went inside the tent to rest before the mission and to shield  from the frosty air. 

It was nearly time to commence the mission. Nine was finishing getting  into warmer attire down by a nearby river and Ace was taking inventory.  He sat down with a book in hand and documented their journey thus far  until he was interrupted by soft whimpers. 

To hear the cries of his comrades always plagued a sense of guilt on the blond’s conscious. He had no control over the feuds and  hardships of the past, but somehow, he felt the unnecessary twinge of deprivation driving into chest. Ace parts his lips to say  anything to calm her nerves, but the air was deafening as her weeps clashed against his reasoning. Instead, he stood from the rock he was planted on and strode quietly to meet his companion in the tent. 

Digits skimmed over the plated armor on her shoulder and his weight  did not go unnoticed. To  his surprise, her eyes were red and salty tears were streaking down familiar zero’s face. Just by watching her weeps  nearly cracked his forbearing features, but Ace remained ever still  even against the frigid air.

✩ @etamarella​ wished upon a star: "Happy Birthday Ace! Have you...ever celebrated it before?"

Time is so transient, causing one to have a certain mentality in the past meant to change in the future with the turn of events in one’s life. Moving from the allegedly phantom external bureau facility to Akademeia provoked a change in everyone, perhaps even in himself despite not knowing what could have fluctuated within him. Were he asked to explain what first comes into his mind that was the catalyst for this variation in the way his siblings and he lived until now, it would be an easier task than he would anticipate with prior thought:

Freedom.

Was it the strict training regimen that Mother imposed to them in order to become strong? The discipline he was forced to undergo in secrecy from the rest whenever he accidentally showed himself too sensitive for Mother’s liking? Could it be that in a way he garnered new forms of expressing the same sentiments he was forced to conceal from watchful eyes that he couldn’t perform back in their old home? Now, that was harder to respond but perhaps all of them are true in equal measures, regardless.

Despite everything, he was unable to hide the surprise in his eyes when Rem wished him a happy birthday— not sure if it is due to the fact that they haven’t known each other for more than half a year by now or because this might be the first time anyone brings it so lightly without resorting to hushed whispers if anyone refused to let it pass without doing something— anything to mark that day without any interruptions.

❝Thank you, Rem.❞ What started as a nice surprise, however, soon shifted into something else that showed her perception towards Class Zero, he imagines. Blueberry eyes squint in silent consideration, wondering if this might be yet another fact to add to the list of weird things they are not accustomed to do yet they should based on other people’s habits. ❝Assuming that this may be something given importance if you’re asking so... I can’t tell. Mother always told us that we don’t need such trivialities in our lives.❞

Something about that statement causes a certain discomfort blooming in the pit of his stomach, although he shrugs it off. ❝I never gave it importance, but some of the classmates were really intent into marking it as something special in some way or another— preferably when we knew Mother wouldn’t come home and thus free from any prying eyes telling us not to do this or that.❞

Had he saw her pained expression, Rem would not have escaped Machina’s million questions about her well-being. He already knows that she is not feeling well but he wanted her to tell him that herself. He thought maybe she got better after all these years. He’ll hope that is the case.

“Heh, I just got back from a mission when I saw you.” his eyes darted to the ground for a moment before he looked back at her with a smile across his face. ”Good to see you are well, too.” is she though? Why won’t she...confide to him?

Closing his eyes the weather was perfect for a nap. eight did not notice the girl coming near him. she was nimble, slowly pacing towards him. Rem sat next to the monk then gently poked his right cheek, obviously trying to hold down her giggle when she saw her startled by that.

"R-Rem? oh, it's just you."

Sighing inwardly, he couldn't even hold anything against her when she is flashing that innocent smile at him (no one could hate her .) Fixing his posture, he sat properly. The brunette held up two juice bottles, giving them a slight jiggle. She grinned happily saying that she was looking for someone to drink with and he happen to be the first one she saw. 

"Hehe..well, lucky me."

Eight took his bottle and before he could drink, Rem suggested that they would do that bottle clang dramatic thing to which the monk chuckled and humored her.

clang.

and the two proceed to drink the juice. fine weather indeed. The two cadets sat there, watching the students come and go, the chatter, the hustle, and bustle of this magic academy. 

"Thanks--for the juice. "

and for everything. he could not imagine having more friends than his siblings in this academy but he was wrong. 

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WHO IS THE GIRL U ARE USING IN UR ICONS SHE IS SO CUTE