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    ❝You sound quite sure of that, young lady. How can you be so sure?❞

    She was walking the path of redemption now, desiring to save rather than hurt. A waste of potential, he thought. After all, her quirk was a true definition of fearsome. It quaked the earth, along with the hearts of those who bared witness to such destruction.

    His fingers twitched. Oh, how he yearned to have that power all to himself. Even in his current state, he was still fearsome. But with her quirk? It would be just like his youth. How strong was her resolve, he wondered. Hand held out to his side in a questioning manner, head tilted in curiosity.

    ❝You have chosen to live in a world full of rules, limitations, restrictions. You are no longer choosing for yourself are you? Now, you bow your head for the heroes. It’s disappointing. ❞

     He rolled his wrist as he spoke, only pausing for a moment.

     ❝What did they tell you to make you change your mind then? A promise? Or a threat?❞

Jeanne likes to stare into star filled skies.

She prefers cats over dogs.

Eating is something she rarely does, but she can be enticed by presenting her with anything made of chocolade.

You won’t find her dead in any bright colored clothing. 

She never gets bad hair days.

She’s surprisingly comfortable about being in a state of undress around other females.

Jeanne will never wear her hair in a ponytail. 

In a modern verse she would get a tattoo of a Dragon.

Jeanne can hold her alcohol pretty well.

She’s not trained in any martial arts, but her punches are devastating. 

A mother to @eiriini‘s Corrin. A older sister figure to @circumaggero‘s India and a guardian to @eldritchloli‘s Abigail.

Despite how twisted and evil Jeanne can be, even she feels some need to protect the lives of those who can still do so much with them. Jeanne never grew up as an other person so it would only be fair to ensure other’s could grow up as happy as possible.

There was a silence following her words. Her voice lacked the volume of a yell, yet it felt damaging to extend. A pinch at the skin rather. Moments ago they simply gazed at stars, open, dark sky to no souls but their own. Small talk between the both of them until the moment her sister silenced herself. 

❝ Then. You rather go back to the days of being alone? No one being with you? No one to speak to? No one giving a damn about your wellbeing? ❞ Her voice flattered. A hint at some sliver of emotion remained. It wasn’t anger, neither sadness, or any sort of negative emotion, yet the worst.

Disappointment. 

India was a brat, rude, insulting at times. But also young, a tad playful and inspiring. She never had a home where she could live a healthy childhood. now on her own, forced to live as an adult she had someone that could return some of that lost time. Yet. 

❝ I understand the mentality. I have been by myself for far longer then you. It’s a comfort you grow into it. When you have everything straightened you fear change and what it may bring. But ask yourself. ❞ 

Is it that bad?

Jeanne would only give her a look. No words aside from those reflecting in her eyes before they would close gently. One hand would find itself coffee collared curls to brush over one’s scalp. 

Just as how the hand would lift itself from it’s place, so would Jeanne, leaving it to India to decide is this was truly what she wanted.

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❝ Shut up. ❞ Voice halfhearted and hits of tiredness to it. The other a teasing smile for her expression which was nearly punished when a soaked jacket would almost hit. ❝ Someone has to do work so we can both eat. ❞ Damp platinum hair would be brushed back as amber eyes would look at the other. ❝ And while I don’t doubt that your Quirk can be used somewhere, you’re still a kid. You should enjoy your youth, play with other kids or something. ❞ The adult would pat the younger once on the head when passing, destination being the bathroom for a warm shower.

Jeanne would not say more but her words had more meaning to them then one would believe. 

I already ruined mine.You have still much ahead.

Thoughts ghosting in her mind. One hand brushing hair aside once more. 

❝ Everyone deserves a fair chance… You should not waste yours with some petty revenge… ❞ As if India was there with her Jeanne would speak. Thoughts would shift to herself after however. 

Where was it that revenge left you now? On the run.Where did assault out of petty jealousy leave you? Fending for oneself.Where did-

Stop.

This is not about yourself anymore. 

The silence in the room was only disrupted by run of water. Head rested against arm which rested against the wall.

❝ I’ll definitely … protect you … ❞

I will never let this girl end up like me.