#herplouch

██ █ ღ █ — "Oh man" swaying from side to side, the blonde tried to retain her balance after going on that roller costar ride that Boris and Gowland insisted on her going on. Once again, the ride wasn't fixed enough that it could even be deadly, but luckily she was able to make the whole ride until it ended. But once it was over, the outsider was so sick and frighten by it, that she told the two that she was going to head back to the tower and visit another time when she wasn't feeling so nauseous.

 Slowly walking through the forest, Alice felt really tired right about now and suddenly paused for a moment. She needed a few seconds to relax just for a bit.

I DONT KNOW BUT I WAS FUCKING RIGHT AND I KNEW I WAS 

"I’ve seen the same painting everyday. My eyes grow weary of it.  It’s a revolting portrait. A few burn marks here or there- scratches and torn off pieces that lay on the floor. A broken frame and a disfigured angle."

"It makes no sense- the portrait itself.  It gets worse and worse with each day. Even if I say that, there’s this one part that I enjoy. The flowers- nothing special. That is what I want Nunally to see."

"An event…i’m nostalgic for?" Lelouch pondered the question. Hand under his chin he finally came up with a simple answer. “Those moments when Nunnally and Suzaku were with me.” Memories of his death reappeared in his mind.