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This year again will be held a Michel/Giselle ship week from The House in Fata Morgana!
Just like before, it will take place from April 27 to May 3!
It will also follow the same rule; anyone can participate with any type of media (fanarts, fics, edits, etc.) Youâll just have to tag your post #GischelWeek or @ this account to make sure Iâll see it and reblog it.
NSFW/sexual or related mature content are allowed, but just be sure to warn/tag the post properly and put it under a âread more.â
The week will have prompts for each day â new ones will be proposed, but you can also do the ones from last year if you prefer. Although you can choose whether you follow them or not! Thereâs no obligation and you can just do whatever inspire you.
You can suggest prompts for the week here on curiouscat: https://curiouscat.live/GischelWeek, or just directly submit them via the blogâs inbox; after which the 7 most popular will then be chosen by a poll. You can also ask any questions here if you need.
đŠÂ Please donât hesitate to participate and feel free to send as many suggestions as you want! đŠ
I could only answer with a stupid face and a âHuh?â to Giselleâs expression of absolute delight, smiling proudly as she exultantly lined up the wine glasses.
I had even booked a four-star hotel with a good view of Parisâ illuminations because I thought it would make her ecstatic. Even if I mightâve overdid it a little.
âŠAnd yet with all this, she wants a drinking contest?
âAh, you donât have to worry, we have more than enough alcohol. Earlier I bought plenty of wine at the liquor store!â
Uh, those werenât souvenirsâŠ?
âAll right, Michel. The one who give up first loses!â
âThen I give upâŠâ
âYou canât say that before you even drink anything!â
Giselle leaned forward with a loud voice. She was quite boisterous, so I put my hands on my ears.
âBut⊠why do you even want a drinking contest to start with?â
There were some thorns in my voice, but I couldnât help it. If she wanted to have a drinking contest, she could do it another day, and furthermore it wasnât an appropriate place for this. âŠDoesnât she realize that Iâve been working hard for a long time to plan for today? How many date magazines Iâve had to read? And this despite how incredibly embarrassing they were to get a hold of.
âIâm sure you thought a lot about todayâs events and looked at a lot of date sites, Michel.â
âŠShe knows. Okay, maybe she even knows too muchâŠ
âI mean, itâs so by-the-numbers!â
âWell, sorry about thatâŠ!â
In other words, was it boring because it was too by-the-numbers? That was what the drinking contest was for? Then why at the beginning sheâd just said âLetâs do whatever you likes!â?
ââŠI kind of feel like you thought too much about all of this.â
Suddenly, Giselleâs previous happy expression made a complete turnaround, and she looked a little sad and troubled. Thatâs wrong⊠I didnât mean to make her look like this.
âNo, I didnât think about it that muchâŠâ
Well, a four stars was certainly excessive, butâŠ
âSo letâs have a drinking contest!â
âBut why a drinking contest?!â
âIf we drink, a lot of our true feelings will come out, right?â
Saying this, Giselle showed me a mischievous smile.
I couldnât reply anything.
                                                           â â â
At first, I thought that just us reuniting would be enough.
As long as we managed this, then everything would turn out fine.
The hardships that she and I had to overcame were exceedingly unique and difficult to explain to others. A feeling of despair engraved into our souls that goes beyond death. She kept waiting for way too long, and I had to carry innumerable pains.
To us, our reunion was the single, utmost greatest happiness. Our present selves now existed thanks to a miracle that cannot be explained by science in this modern era.
That was why I felt any kind of insignificant disagreement that might be born during our daily life afterwards would be trivial.
âŠUnfortunately, it seems life just doesnât have a âhappily ever afterâ all planned in advance.
                                                            â â â
âThen tell me why you cannot drink!â
Giselle said in a strong voice after finishing her fifth cup, the rim of her glass pointed at me. By the way, Iâd only drink one third myself. Alcohol wasnât my forte.
âI already said it, I donât want to be unreasonable. If anything, Iâd rather know why you think we have to do this.â
âBecause things are completely different from how they were. Back then, if I didnât take care of the sheets theyâd get all messy, the rooms had spider webs spread everywhere, you didnât do nice things and would tell me stuff like how Iâm like an obese rat!â
âW-W-Wait a minute! Donât compare me to how I was a thousand years ago, Iâm not the same!â
And you were not the one I called an obese rat!
âBut now, your present self is somehow too niceâŠâ
ââŠâ
Itâs as if sheâs saying that itâs not like me to be niceâŠ
I held back a sigh, and began to speak.
âOur environments now are completely different from those in the past. If you live in different environments, your behavior will change. A personâs common sense will differ⊠That shouldnât be something strange.â
True, I used to be a noble who lived in the Middle Ages. The hardships of my previous life are carved into my soul. But even if I recall all of this, itâs only a special case.
I shouldnât compare the time where I had been forbidden to interact with others, spending my life locked up for a dozen of years, and my modern circumstances. Of course there would differences.
My present self is a working adult, and Giselleâs a student who attend the University of Lyon. Up to that point, weâd been following our own lives.
âButâ But even so, you still care about me all the same, right? You came to a lot of dates with me, and even now weâre in such a nice place⊠We could just spend some leisure time together in that room. So letâs have funââ
ââŠIf youâre disappointed, just say so.â
âIâm not disappointed! Itâs not like that, just⊠Just like before, I donât have complaints about living a simple life, no matter what might happen, Iâmâ well⊠as long as weâre together, Iâm happy.â
Just when I thought she was getting worked up, she suddenly became softer again. Her rich expressions has not changed from the ones of the past. Even if our environments changes and some parts are different, certainly our core stay the same. It should be the case for me too. âŠOr am I the only one who changed and became like a different person? Is that why she decided to use the influence of alcohol and this setup for this conversation?
ââŠI just want to make you happy.â
âAs long as things are normal, Iâm happy enough.â
âWell, things are normal, arenât they?â
âThatâs not how it seems to me.â
ââŠWhy?â
âIt looks like thereâs a distance between us.â
âThereâs no distance.â
ââŠYes, there is.â
âNo, there isnât!â
At that moment, I shouted. By the time I realized Iâd messed up, it was too late. Before I could explain I wasnât angry, her big jade eyes shined with an uneasy color.
Then, she whispered in a voice as feeble as a mosquitoâs buzzing.
âThen, why have we never done anything more than a kiss?â
âŠI felt like I was wrung out like cotton. After a feeling of despondency washing over me, what followed was irritation. Towards myself, and then, towards her, for putting it so bluntly despite the fact she should know.
My bitten lip trembled slightly.
ââŠLetâs stop talking about this. Iâm sorry for shouting, Iâll go cool off my head.â
I stood up and left the room as if I was running away.
Giselleâs voice calling out to me with a âWait!â and trying to grab me wasnât enough to stop my drive.
                                                          â â â
âŠWhat am I doing on a Christmas day?
I was standing on the hotelâs stairs with my head hanging down, staring at the illuminations surrounding me in the far distance. Unsurprisingly, Decemberâs breeze cooled down my body in the blink of an eye, as I wasnât wearing a coat.
I felt like spitting a curse on the couples who came and went on the street, even though I had been like them just now. Every last one of them looked like they didnât have any problem, as if saying that the world was nothing but full of kindness.
âŠIt was pretty difficult to make a happy ending last for a long time. I sighed, making the white mist comes out in many puffs.
âSeriously, what a pathetic guy.â
At that moment, a young girlâs words suddenly reached my ears.
That voice, that way of speaking, that feelingâ
âIâd never forget it.
âI honestly cannot bear such an appalling sight. Oh, I actually get it. The reason why you try as hard as you can to be a good man is just because you have a guilty conscience, isnât it? You saying you want her to be happy is just to save face.â
ââŠ!â
âFoolish man.â
A girl with braids disappeared in the waves of people passing through. I ran down the stairs and skipped over several steps at once, chasing her back. Even when I called her name, she didnât turn around. Even when I yelled at her to wait, she didnât stop. The other people I bumped into showered me with insulting shouts, but I couldnât even say a single rude word back at them. Instead, I called her name once more.
But even so, she still didnât turnâ
Here. At last, I saw her back.
I grabbed her arm. And finally, the braided girl turned aroundâ
âAh⊠EhâŠ?â
That stupid, confused voice was mine. The girl with the braids looked puzzled⊠or rather, afraid.
âNo, sorry, I⊠mistook you for someone else.â
That person wasnât âher.â
I came back to the hotel with my head hanging down. The voice I heard earlier might have been an auditory hallucination. Itâs hard to swallow, but that possibility is very likely.
(Maybe Iâm tiredâŠ)
Still, for me to hear such harsh words in an hallucination⊠Surprisingly, I wondered if I had been longing for her sharp tongue. Even though I didnât think I had that kind of tastes.
ââŠ?â
As I was in the middle of climbing the stairs and rubbing my arms in the cold, I found a single black cat. Exactly at the spot Iâd been sitting earlier.
When I got close, the black cat didnât move in the slightest and just threw a brief glance at me. It seemed extremely used to humans. Was it someoneâs pet?
âIf you stay here, youâll catch a cold.â
As it didnât seem to want to get away, I tried to call and reach out my hand to it. The cat rubbed its head against my palm, and slowly swung its long tail. âŠI didnât think a stray cat I met outside could get this affectionate. As a test, I tried to stroke it, and heard a faint guttural purr.
(Perhaps this is Uglyspekcklesâs reincarnationâŠ)
I instantly grew fond of it the moment this thought crossed my mind. Letâs bring it back and propose to Giselle to keep itâ
(Aah, Giselle⊠Thatâs rightâŠ)
I left her behind. I have to pull myself together and go back. However, Iâm still worrying about what kind of face I should make, what kind of words I should say. Even though I know that the more time I spent putting it off, the worse the situation will become, and the more it will makes her anxious.
As I kept wondering in circle about this kind of things, the cat roughly licked the back of my hand, andâ âOw!â âbit it.
It snorted, nimbly climbed the stairs, and disappeared from my field of vision, even with deep bite marks remaining on the back of my hand. When I saw them, I let out a dull laugh. Somehow, I felt like I was being scolded for how pitiful I was.
ââŠLetâs go back.â
If even a cat felt the need to give me a nudge, I had no choice but to be strong.
After all, in the end there is no doubt about the fact that we still both cherish each other.
                                                         â â â
âMichel!â
Her face was in front of my eyes the moment I opened the door. Even now, she had that expression as if she was about to cry, and her flushed face was certainly not just a result of the alcohol.
She was wearing a coat. Iâm sure she mustâve been about to look for me.
âUm, Iâm sorrâ Iâ I didnât mean that, justââ
To her surprise, instead of telling her that I knew what she meant now, I pulled her body towards me, wrapped my arms around her back and embraced her tightly.
I heard her gasp next to my ear.
ââŠIâm sorry. Even though I thought I could do everything right from now on, Iâm still dragging others down like that. But, Giselle, my desire to live together with you is not a lie. So, I want time. I want you to give me the time to change, little by littleâŠâ
In the course of everyday life, isnât having a disagreement something trivial? Doesnât that depends on us? If we think of it as just something trivial, weâll certainly be able to make past it. No matter what it is. But this, however pathetic it is, will still need time. Thatâs why, Giselleâ
âYou donât have to worry, I want us to be together.â
In my neck, Giselle kept mumbling in a small voice mingled things like âUmâ or âsorry.â âŠEven though she shouldnât be the one apologizing.
However, when she raised her face, her usual smile was back in place. I felt relieved from the bottom of my heart. I wanted to avoid losing that smile more than anything in the world, no matter what.
ââŠThen, shall we go back to our room? Geez, you idiot, youâll get cold if you get out dressed so lightly⊠Ah.â
ââŠ?â
âA cat.â
Turning around, the black cat from earlier was staring this way. Since when did it come here? It suddenly narrowed its golden eyes, turned to the other side and snorted, walking away into the hallway.
âAha, it kind of looks like âher.ââ
ââHer,â huhâŠâ
While I stared intently at the catâs retreating figure, I froze.
Thereâs no way.
âŠThereâs no way, right?
Afterword
This story is a contribution to the Doujin Heaven Special of the periodical game magazine Cool-B. I was extremely worried about writing on this subject matter, but given this magazineâs target audience are women and that itâs based on the editorâs idea, I tried to find a way thatâd be able to satisfy everyone. Itâs a secret, but at first I was thinking about making a story where people die, nasty things keeps happening and no one can be saved. Hehehe.
When I showed the manuscript to Moyataro, he said âEven you can write something like that, huhâŠâ, but thatâs not surprising.
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Michel Bollinger/Giselle, Michel Bollinger & Giselle & Morgana
Summary: So that he could keep on holding her hand for more than a millenium.
Morgana is sick, but she doesn't intend to let that prevent her from going to school. Unfortunately for her, she has a very nosy and annoying couple as neighbor.
[A collection of unrelated one-shots for the @gischelweek prompts:
Today is going to be a bad day, Morgana decided when she woke up with her head throbbing, a stuffy nose and her vision blurry.
She felt so bad, in fact, that she didnât even need to check her burning forehead to know she was sick.
Getting out of her bed, drinking a cup of coffee and braiding her hair felt like insurmountable efforts, and when she finally managed to step outside her apartment and stood in the corridor trying to fit the key in the lock, she honestly felt like she was going to pass out.
For a brief moment, she even contemplated the idea to just go back and stay in bed. But then she remembered her general precarious situation; missing even just a day of school could cost her the pension the association she depended on had granted her, which she couldnât afford. And even without this, her innate personality just wouldnât forgive her to take a day off when she could easily get over such a silly illness.
It was fine. Sheâd known worse; surely it wasnât a little fever that would get the better of her. She didnât have a lot of classes either today, so she could get through this.
Just as sheâd convinced herself, the lock finally clicked, and she sighed in relief, ready to turn around and get down the stairsâ
ââMorgana?â
âuntil she collided with a soft thing. It took her fuzzy mind quite some time to realize that said soft thing was in fact a whole another body that had been standing behind her, and the impact coupled with her dizziness was almost enough to make her stumble back into the floor.
Thankfully, she was able to keep her balance before looking up with a deep frown, narrowing her eyes for a while until she distinguished a blur of black and red and green staring at her with a concerned expression.
Giselle. Wonderful.
Out of all the people she couldâve run into, of course it had to be her.
ââŠMorgana, are you okay? Iâve been calling out to you for some time now, butââ
It took a lot of time for the girlâs brain to decipher her words before she could nod.
ââŠYeah. Iâm good. Thanks. Have to go now.â
Morgana tried to get away â almost run away, really â from the older woman, but at the last moment Giselle grabbed her wrist, stopping her in place.
âAh, wait, wait! I wanted to talk to you aboutââ
âIâm going to be late for school.â
âOh⊠I understand that, but itâs just about the mailboxââ
God. Why now.
âLookâ I really canât be late, soââ
Morgana tried to slip her hand away from Giselleâs grip, but doing so somehow managed to make her lose balance, and she had to seize and lean on the banister with all her weight as to not fall and trip in the staircase. Obviously, that peculiar uncharacteristic lose of control of her body didnât went unnoticed by Giselle, whose face instantly darkened.
âMorgana?â She called cautiously. âWhatâs wrong? Are you okay?â
âY-Yeah, I justâ Yeah. Iâmââ
But Giselle didnât let her say anything else that she closed up on her and put a hand on her forehead brusquely.
âOh my god! Youâre burning!â
âIâm fine,â Morgana grumbled for the umpteenth time, slapping her hand away. âI need to go toââ
âAre you kidding?! Youâre not going anywhere with such a fever! Look at yourself; you can barely stand!â
âI canât miss schoolâ Itâs not a big deal, Iâll justâŠâ
Morgana intended to turn around, but the moment she tried to her vision blurred entirely and her mind blanked.
The last thing she felt was a pair of arms wrapping around her before she fell onto Giselleâs chest and everything turned black.
When she opened her eyes for the second time today, she was greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling and distorted voices echoing back in her skull painfully.
Well, not completely unfamiliar, she realized after some long minutes of contemplation, as sheâd seen it a few times before.
It was the ceiling of a fairly modest, cozy pretty room; a big bed meant for a couple, a desk and wardrobe in the corner, some trinkets and shelves and photographs decorating the place here and there. It was rather dark, with the shutters and curtains shut, and the only source of light was a feeble ray that escaped from the half-open door.
Michel and Giselleâs room.
The cognizance made her straighten up on the bed, even if her head instantly turned and hurt as soon as she did. Her braids had been undone, letting her long red hair fall all around her face and shoulders, and the dress sheâd put on for the day had been replaced by a comfy pajamas that was nothing like her own and was too big for her. Certainly a courtesy of Giselle.
She put her face into her hands, shook her head, and let out a sigh.
Itâs definitely going to be a terrible day.
With trembling arms and her brain still feeling like it was made of lead, she slowly got out of the bed and tried to stand on her wobbly feet. After what felt like an excruciating time, she finally reached the door while taking the wall for aid â before the light blinded her eyes, accentuating her headache. She was able to distinguish her surroundings properly only a few minutes later, noting the forms of a white-haired man and his black-haired wife some meters away from her; the annoyingly perfect lovey-dovey couple that was as much of a pain in her ass as a blessing.
ââmaybe Iâll just go to the pharmacy, then. Just in case.â
âI donât think itâs necessary. She has a big fever, but it doesnât seem to be anything more serious.â
âStill, that doesnât really cost anything to do so, right?â
The dispute was relatively peaceful, but there still was some tension in their voices, which almost made Morgana groan and sigh. If there was one thing she hated more than stumbling in the middle of an argument between Michel and Giselle, it was stumbling in the middle of an argument between Michel and Giselle in which she was the source of.
Just as she was considering slipping out of her friendsâ place before either of them could see her, she heard Giselle gasp.
âAh, youâre awake!â
Morgana winced. Well, it seemed like the escape plan was already doomed. She turned around to find herself almost nose-to-nose with both Giselle and Michel, whoâd practically jumped on her as soon as they noticed her.
âWhat are you doing out of bed?â Giselle said in that admonishing, big sisterly tone. It was amazing how she was actually the younger sibling in her family given how often she took this one. âYou have to go back! Youâre still burning!â
âSheâs right. Youâve only been asleep for two hours, youâre still in a bad state.â
Morganaâs eyes widened, a wave of panic washing over her. âT-Two hours? Wait, what time is it right now?â
âDoesnât matter!â Giselle retorted. âYou just need to go back to bed. Now.â
âBut schoolââ
âWe already called your school,â Michel replied. âWe told them you were sick and wouldnât be here for at least today and tomorrow.â
Morgana first gaped at him, which quickly morphed into a glare as her anger escalated.
âYou did what?â She exclaimed. âWhy? Iâm not that bad! I can go!â
âDonât be silly, you wouldnât even be able to pass the door without collapsing!â Giselle argued back, and for as sweet and patient as she could usually be, some clear frustration was starting to slip through her voice. âNow stop being stubborn!â
âE-Even so, itâs not your place to do this! Youâre not my parents!â
At this, it seemed both Michel and Giselle froze. A slight awkward silence spread between all three of them, and then the couple exchanged a look that Morgana couldnât make sense of.
She wasnât sure where the uneasiness even came from, as sheâd only stated the truth â and, honestly, the attitude the two of them took towards her at times by trying toâ to parent her was really something that could get on her nerves.
She wasnât a child, and there were no reason for them to look after her as if she was their own kid.
It was unnerving at best, and actively uncomfortable at worst.
Finally, Michel ran a hand through his hair and started again.
âThatâs true, we are not your parents,â he said in a calm, pragmatic tone. âAnd weâre not trying to be. However, we are still your friends, are we not?â
Morgana opened her mouth, then hesitated. It was only after a short while that she finally looked away, and vaguely grumbled an âI guess.â
âWell, thatâs what friends do, looking after each other. And again, thereâs no way youâll be able to go to school in this state. Even if by some miracle you were to go, would you be able to truly study or learn anything?â
âButââ
âMorgana, youâre a very good student, are you not?â Giselle added, her voice softer than earlier. âJust skipping two days wouldnât put your grades in jeopardy. And you donât have to worry about your pension either; even in the worst case, Michel and I will help you out.â
She wanted to keep arguing. She hated the idea of not going to school because of a stupid fever, and more than anything she hated the idea of relying on others, even less so on Michel and Giselle.
Sheâd relied on them enough like that, be it in this life or the former.
Still⊠logically, she knew they were right. She could barely keep up with the conversation right now; there was no way sheâd be able to go through an entire day of school in that state.
And⊠she did just feel really bad and tired.
ââŠI can⊠go back to my own place,â Morgana finally conceded with a big reluctant effort, gritting her teeth.
She was about to turn around when Giselle put her hands on her shoulders and shook her head right before.
âYouâre already here, so itâd be better for you to stay. Donât worry about sleeping in our bed, the sheets are clean.â
Thatâs not the issue, Morgana was about to say, but suddenly her legs failed her and the next second her knees were on the ground. She felt both Michel and Giselle jump towards her with concerned faces and jumbled words, but she barely could make out what they were saying anymore. The only thing she was able to comprehend was when, shortly thereafter, Michel grabbed her shoulders with one hand and slipped his other arm under her knees, lifting her in his arms with difficulty.
She absentmindedly thought that was a stupid thing to do as Michel had never been the strong type, and even in her dizzy state she could feel him struggle to carry her back to the bed.
Still, the warmth of his body and his heartbeat she could make out against his chest was instantly able to relax her, and all of her previous anger and annoyance slowly faded along with her consciousness.
Michelâs presence always felt soothing and comforting to her, like a safe place. Her mind instinctively went back back in time, in this dream-like world as that dying girl chained down to that tower while Godâs angel descended to get her in her last moments.
That had never actually happened â but it was still engraved in her soul and heart in a more powerful way than the events that had truly taken place in real life.
Everything that followed afterwards seemed to happen in a daze. She could tell she was laying down in a bed most of the time, and she could tell that Michel or Giselle were going back and forth inside the room, either putting some towel on her forehead or making her swallow things she felt like spitting back instantly â but everything was such a blur that none of it felt real, like it was all in a weird dream.
Sometimes she felt like she was back in her former house, with her mother looking after her like when she was sick as a child. Sometimes she felt she was back even centuries before then, at the brothel during the rare times where sheâd gotten ill and the prostitutes fussed over her well-being.
Those memories still made her feel some sort of ambivalent, nostalgic warmth inside her chest. Having people take care of you and worry about you was a privilege most took for granted, but it wasnât her case, and she was well-aware how extremely precarious this was.
It couldnât be even more painfully obvious to her when, in her fever-induced phantasms, she also suddenly ended up being back to her cursed mansion, all alone; or worse, chained up in that tower.
The smell of blood spreading through her nostrils, the throbbing pain in her arm and the overwhelming, merciless cold slowly infesting her body was almost as vivid as when she was still actually there.
It was that coldness that brought her back to reality â her eyelids progressively fluttering open, her mind clearing up.
The first thing that then greeted her were voices, muffled and far away as if they were from another room â so it actually surprised her to realize those were, in fact, right next to her bed.
Both Michel and Giselle were sitting about a meter away from her, talking in hushed voices with stern expressions. Still half-asleep, what first crossed her mind was if theyâd truly just spent the entire day tending after her like that.
ââfever doesnât seem to go down⊠maybe we should call back the doctor after all,â Giselle muttered.
ââŠLetâs wait until tomorrow morning. See how she get through the night. Then if sheâs not better, weâll call.â
Giselle sighed, nodded; then let her head rest on Michelâs shoulder, their hands intertwining. In an act of casual tenderness, Michel gently kissed her forehead, and a gentle smile instantly bloomed on her lips, illuminating her face.
A thousands years ago, Morgana wouldâve hated seeing this.
Watching them fall in love while she was stuck with them in that mansion â in her mansion â confined as a ghost inside the walls of this cursed tower had driven her insane.
She couldnât stand seeing this woman slowly taking her Michel away from her. Sheâd cursed every single one of their lingering gazes, the tender way theyâd come to look at each other; had wished for their demise at every contact of their skin, every embrace, every kiss.
It had all been a fiery entanglement of resentment, anger and jealousy burning inside her as she watched them share all the warmth and love sheâd been forever denied.
And when their demise did finally come, sheâd reveled in it; had taken utter pleasure in seeing Michel writhe in pain over his silly actions and Giselle scream in agony over her stupid optimism. Sheâd been delighted to break the womanâs identity and take away all of her love little by little â until somehow it stopped being fun and simply began to be pitiful and boring to watch.
Until itâd started become painful for her, too.
But that had all been a thousand years ago.
Now, well⊠that didnât bother her as much. She could roll her eyes and grumble and make fun of them, but deep down, none of the actual ugly feelings showed their face.
Now, there was only⊠an odd complacent feeling. A pleasant warmth that emerged while staring at them from afar get all touchy-feely with each other.
A weird sentiment of contentment and familiarity.
A warm hand suddenly caressed her forehead, running into her moist hair sticking to her face, and she realized Giselle was looking down at her with a soft expression.
âHello, sleepyhead,â she said gently. âHow are you feeling?â
ââŠAwful.â
Giselle smiled sadly at her. âWell, that was to be expected.â
âYour feverâs still going strong,â Michel added. âWe gave you medicine a little while back, so I hope youâll start feeling better soon.â
âHmm.â
âAh, but I was just about to cook dinner!â Giselle exclaimed, with a sudden regain of energy.
Morgana, on the other hand, only felt herself deflate. âI⊠donât think I can swallow anything right nowâŠâ
âI understand, but you still have to eat. Donât worry, I intended to make you this pottage my mom always made me when I was ill. It tastes good even to the sickest of people!â
Morgana was about to reply she truly didnât feel like gulping down anything regardless of if it was the greatest soup for sick people in the world or not, but then Giselle got up before she could say anything, kissed Michel on the cheek and then left the room. Now the two of them alone in the room, Michel only smiled at her with understanding.
âI get you probably donât want to eat anything, but you wonât get better otherwise.â
âYes, Mom.â
âYou look really bad, you know.â
âYouâve seen me look worse.â
She only intended this as fun retort, but it didnât seem like Michel took it this way because his face instantly darkened. Well now, if she couldnât joke around about her own horrible death, what could she joke about?
âDid you two⊠really spend the day here looking after me?â She finally asked, deciding to change the topic before Michel decided to make the mood even more uncomfortable. âArenât you supposed to have jobs or something?â
He blinked at her curiously. âWell, of course we looked after you. We just both took the day off,â he replied simply, as if it was just obvious they would skip work just to take care of some random teen girl who lived next door.
Well, okay, fine, she knew she wasnât just âsome random teen girlâ to them, but still, the point was the same.
Morgana tried not to let the words stick to her too much. It was just an excuse as to why he couldnât come to work. They were not family, and would never be, after all.
ââŠWhat, and it worked? You can just skip your job like that? Sure sounds like a nice life.â
âIâve been working at this company for five years after college and Iâve barely taken any days off since then, so my superiors tend to be lenient on me.â
âStill stupid, though. I have a fever, not cancer. And if Giselleâs already there, there was no need for you to skip work as well.â
âYou really just hate it when people care for you, huh?â
There was something in the way he said it that made her a bit uneasy, so she just snorted and turned her head away. She still felt like her brain was about to explode anyway, so arguing with Mr. Goody-two-shoes wasnât the first priority on her list right now.
But then she suddenly felt fingers gently ran across her forehead, pushing her red locks away from her eyes just like Giselle had done earlier. She looked up at Michel again and he had an odd expression on his face; a mix of tender affection, fond exasperation and⊠some sort of sadness, maybe.
âPeople just care about you, Morgana. You should let them sometimes.â
She opened her mouth, a witty retort all ready pushing at the tip of her tongue, but nothing came. Instead she just stared straight at Michel into his red eyes, something odd growing into her chest and her stomach and her throat suddenly feeling tight. Thankfully, Giselle choose this moment to barge into the room with a smile.
âIt should be ready in about fifteen minutes!â She declared joyfully. âBy the way, I was thinking. If Morgana doesnât feel too bad, how about we watch a movie together? We could eat here in the bed together and put something on my laptop.â
ââŠSounds like a nice idea to me,â Michel said, before the couple looked at Morgana for any agreement.
The girl sighed. âAs long as I donât have to move⊠it should be fine⊠but donât blame me if I just fall asleep midway.â
Giselleâs face beamed again. âPerfect then!â
âWait, do you know what to watch?â
âYep! Thereâs this one movie I rented the other day. Iâve been wanting to see it for a while now, itâs called âMartyrsâ!â
Morgana had never heard of this movie before â she still wasnât very well-versed in pop culture things â but then she noticed Michelâs face noticeably paling, and knowing Giselle, she guessed it probably must be either very gore or with a very dark sense of humor or both at the same time â because for some reason Giselle really loved those type of movies, to her poor boyfriendâs dismay.
Morgana didnât really care either way, but if she could see Michel get all squeamish for more than hour then it could be worth it.
True to her words, Giselle came back with three bowls of vegetables pottage on a tray only a handful of minutes later, and they all bundled up under the sheets with the laptop; Morgana in the middle and Michel and Giselle to her right and left respectively. She actually was surprised they were able to fit all three of them in that bed, but it was a pretty big one.
As expected, the movie was horribly bloody and pretty nauseous, and Morgana even noticed Michel gagging on his bowl a few times, but that didnât really matter much to her.
What mattered was the way she could feel the warmth of both of her friendsâ bodies next to her, the way Michelâs head fell on her head, the way Giselle would sometimes push some burgundy locks behind her ears without even thinking about it all while sharing fun small comments.
It was the way Michel and Giselle casually held hands and exchanged brief caresses and little kisses almost imperceptibly in the dimness of the room.
It was the way Morgana had no need for thousands-years long anger and jealousy anymore, not when she could easily share in the love these two had whenever she wanted.
However, she still stayed at their place for at least a week afterwards â eating Giselleâs meals with them, watching some other movies (of Michelâs choice, this time), and even sleeping there.
She wasnât sick; there should technically be no need for her to stay anymore.
They werenât her parents, werenât family; just a couple of fools sheâd kept torturing for centuries, who had somehow still forgiven her and welcomed her into their home regardless. Â
But if they were fine allowing her in, she figured⊠maybe she could take Michelâs advice and accept to be taken care of sometimes â maybe even when she didnât truly needed it.
The witch inside her wanted to sneer and scream at her for that; but that had been a while since sheâd left that poor lonely creature behind now.
Because, for as much as she would never admit it out loud, sheâd come to grow fond of watching these two love each other, and if she could bask in that love from times to times, well, who was there to criticize her anyway?
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