#goldendiscord

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❝ … ❞

❝ Hmmmm ~ ♫ ❞

That smile of hers is almost discomforting. Oh, the poor boy.

Pre-Amnesia;

❝ My name is Marion, and I’m Mary’s Big Brother! —And, just so you know, I’m the best Big Brother in the world! I read my little sister stories, and I get her sweets, and I love to play with her! And, and, and— ❞ Breathe in. Breathe out. Attempt to calm down. Regain train of thought. Continue on.

❝ I look a lot like Mary, except I’m realllly tall, and I have short hair! —Pssst. Don’ttellhimIsaidthis, butIthinkhe’sreallypretty! I like to draw, and read, and write in my journal, and eat sweets— I know how to sing too, but I don’t think that I’m very good at it, which makes Little Sister Mary really, reaaaally mad! … — I can dance too! And I can speak German! I even taught Mary how, just a little! I’m really good at a lot of things, ahehehe! ❞

❝ —There’s one thing that you’ll notice when you meet me, though, and that is that I’m very, very, very silly! I’m the silliest person in existence! I tickle people Mary mostly, I get flustered easily, I like teasing people Marymostlycoughcough, I pout a lot and say weird things, and… I dunno. Everything I do is just so silly. ❞ Insert giggle here.

❝ … Even with all of that, though. I still have my problems, too. I get into fights a lot, and can make Mary very worried when I come back. —I miss a lot of my friends, and sometimes I need alone time before I can go out and play with Mary again. Mary understands, though, because she’s a good little sister and went through the same thing herself. If… I ever feel bad about myself, then I just need to remember that my Little Sister Mary loves me more than anything else in the world. ❞

Her smile persists, cerulean eyes closing as a contented sigh leaves parted tiers.

❝ Got it, Big Brother? ❞

❝ … Ich liebe dich… ❞

Amnesiac;

❝ … I’m a person that’s really, really weird. I like following around Mary, and, for some reason, I’m reaaaally really nice to her. Maybe even too nice. I look a lot like her too. It’s really weird.  Mary doesn’t know why he’s so silly, but she doesn’t have reason to hate him, so. ❞

❝ … ? ❞

❝ … — Hello, there? ❞

Blink, blink. Slowly do her hands reach out to the boy, gently taking the flower from him and bringing it close to her chest. What a strange gift. Yet…

❝ Thank you very much! You’re really kind. ❞

❝ You’re… really pretty and fluffy too, yes. ❞

The ignorance is almost painful.

If the other expected a response from the sleeping corpse, then they were wrong. That withered rose stem still sits beside the brunette haired child, withered thing that it was, the petals surrounding her petite figure now shriveled up to the point of a raisin, what used to be a vibrant scarlet now a dark and unseeming brown.

Yet, it’s a little bit strange, this feeling that had blanketed itself over the slumbering child’s figure…

Despite the life having left that small child clad in red, there’s a presence that continues to linger in the air, the atmosphere in this single area calm and… a bit sorrowful.

「 I'm sorry. 」The walls itself seem to whisper, and you swear that someone’s hands have wrapped around your own, flowers ruffling slightly with a movement that is not your own.

「 I'm sorry. 」

「 Not today, Mary. 」