#foufists

S C R E A M S ! UNHAND ME! -PUSHES SKIRT DOWN-

no.

P1130022

          The wedding was a monotonous affair. One didn't approve so we got someone else to play priest, strange man, he gave me the impression he didn't get out much. There was much petty and superficial talk following the ceremony, I'd never been so tempted to hang myself - but whats a mere few hours of that compared to a lifetime with that pig? Later on Four, my taloned ogre who clearly tried a little too hard in trying to look 'nice', passed out after drinking some of my special punch. From then on the night drastically improved and she should wake up without suspecting a thing, providing she doesn't question the scars. But oh, one can easily feign a drunk story for that.

❀ There was never any love lost between Zero and her sisters.  Siblings that could hardly be called such, as they were mere shells of memories, reanimated by the parasitic flower.  It mattered little to Zero what they were or what form they took, they would  be treated the same way. Disposed of, forgotten, erased...it was not out of malice that Zero thought these things, but out of necessity.  The fate of the world, humanity, hung on her shoulders...the fate of a world left in the hands of a woman who had cursed it. It was ironic.

Zero knew naught what was exactly right or wrong...nor did she care or plan on learning for the remainder of her time here. There was always a slight question in the back of her mind though...about what she was doing...about her options...maybe that was what people called a conscious. 

The short puff of air that emitted from her nostrils, sounded off a scoff before the lone intoner settled down to attempt to make herself a meal. Killing her sisters, killing herself in the name of saving the world.  Who would have thought the task would fall on her. It was irritating to think about, complex...almost pissed her off as much as this stupid meal she was trying to cook. In a fit of her well known rage stemming from frustration, she would kick the pot of boiling water off the fire. Destroying her cooking attempt. ❀

              “What must I do, dear sister? I will do anything you ask!”

    "ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs there was something you required of me?" Grey-gold hues would come to rest upon the unfamiliar face mere moments after the words are spoken. He'd not been in the middle of anything that particularly demanded his attention, no -- rather, he'd not been expecting the encounter, sudden as it was.

    Regardless, composure is maintained; and the corners of his lips would just barely curl upwards, forming the slightest of smirks.

    "ᴄᴏᴍᴇ now, milady. I'm aware of how daunting a task it must be, but you absolutely must use your words --."