CREDITS: Wishmaster's Concert Event : @tixdixl, Cyril Zeman (mentioned in story): @ramshacklerumble. I consider following both of them if you haven't already!!!
This event is crazy fun and I cannot believe I finished in under 3 days. anyhow! A short story is under read more :)
Groovification: Such frivolities–this kind voice, warm smile, and upturned brows– none of it has ever been real.
Set to Home Screen: Would you like to hear a tune?
Home Transition 1: Are we moving stages? I’ll follow as you desire.
Home Transition 2: My past self would “love” being here, I’m sure. Even if I no longer hold the emotions that came with those memories, the knowledge of how many times he used this violin is logical proof.
Home Transition: 3: These light choices are quite interesting. You usually expect something more refined when it comes to violin performances, but I suppose the inclusion of guitars and death metal muddles that.
Home, after Login: Ashengrotto said this event is in the best interest for both of us, but I am very sure I heard him saying he’s finally rid of me the other day… Is that what you refer to as “disdain"?
Tap Home 1: These clothes are not very optimal, since I cannot move much except the sleeves. I do not mind any of it, however, since I can still make quick movements with my bowstring.
Tap Home 2: I’ve heard it's good to deviate music choices every once in a while for experience, so perhaps adding a few songs into my usual classical music may be good for me.
Tap Home 3: I try to avoid bumping into my bandmates when on stage, as it would be rather terrible if my magic activated mid-performance... A husk might end up singing on stage instead of a person.
Tap Home 4: I’m quite shocked by the people who enjoyed my performance, seeing that I had failed to remember to smile. Those in the crowd even said I looked mysterious. Emotions are such an odd thing.
Tap Home 5: Logically, none of this really matters. All these people do is sit through a bunch of flashy lights while listening to sounds mixed and mashed together through ear-damaging speakers. Still, I partake in it, for I want to understand the past “me”’s love for it.
🎙️.
“I don’t care if it's to show off the school’s music prowess! My Abyssal Lover will not be working with the jerk that broke the head singer's and his boyfriend up!”
Such is the common complaint Allegra has been facing as of late by the head-singer of a little band made in Night Raven College, who the former had the delight of joining thanks to his dorm leader’s so-called recommendation (it was forced, but Allegra's not allowed to say a word on it).
In his eyes, he had done nothing of what he had been accused of. All Allegra Mahalath had done was help a client and pull a little bit of an emotional possession with his magic. How was it his fault if he revealed that someone was having second thoughts about their relationship? Logically speaking, the singer should have just discussed this nonsensical problem from the get-go.
He might get a punch for such words, however, so the man stayed silent with his usual smile. Their manager spoke in his place, “YOU’RE the one who said anyone would do for our sick violinist, and I’m already in good-standing with Azul! I’m just taking advantage of the situation, so how about you get over yourself and move on?! Do you really want to throw away the chance to impress THE Cyril Zeman?!!”
The Octavinelle student watched his new nemesis remain silent.
“Then stop complaining and start rehearsing! And Allegra,I know you’re good at the violin, but our set also has some more... dramatic... parts in it. Please try your best.”
The therapist kept his demeanor the same. “As you wish, manager.”
—-----
The singer wondered if Allegra had a best to begin with, or was just trying to piss him off. He was awful at acting entirely, his motions being so stiff and short that he looked like a robot compared to the whisking twirls and light steps everyone else had managed to do. His only saving grace was his violin, which somehow made Allegra look far more graceful than the mannequin he turned into when he wasn't playing.
“If you can't bother to dance right, then how about taking off that tacky customer-service smile?” He complained after their 5th rehearsal and failure of an act.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Allegra speaks like one of Ignihyde's new robots. “but if it’s not up to par, I’ll change it.”
“Are you a human? I meant to use your real smile.”
Allegra pokes at his own cheeks, “But this is my real smile? It’s the same one I use everyday, even for my clients. I thought you would understand, seeing as you even had a previous session with me–”
The last sentence seemed to have switched something in the young man. With a aggressive yell, he gets up and grabs the spiral-eyed student's shirt
“Say a thing about my stupid session from that day and I’ll break your nose!"
The other band members ran between them, splitting the two apart to avoid a big fight. The singer clicked his tongue in return, turning to the classroom's door.
“I need a damn break.”
Allegra watched as he walked out, his temporary band mates surrounding him. A silence filled the room, yet the smile on his face remained sweet as always.
—-------
“Do you have an issue with me?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
The vocalist and violinist sat alone in the makeup room, their group having already departed for set preparations and to avoid the ever-growing storm between the two students.
“You’ve shown a great amount of physical hostility towards me.” Allegra spoke with such niceties, “I would love to know why.”
“Oh I’m sure you would.” Sarcasm came up like vomit. “You’re an ass who ruined my goddamn love life, and now I’m expected to work with you and your weirdo facade.”
“Facade?”
The vocalist slammed his hands on the table, tired of dealing with him for the past 3 weeks. “Yes! Facade! You think everyone just takes your little goody-two-shoes employee act as fact? Everyone in the band knows it's all either a cover for you being a creep or that you just hate everyone in the world!”
Allegra turned away from him, looking outside the door’s window. “I don’t hate anyone.”
“Cut the crap! That’s a lie itself!”
“Would you like to hear the truth about me then?” Allegra says, his voice suddenly ice cold.
He turns back to the lead-singer, his face lacking all signs of emotion.
“Such frivolities–this kind voice, warm smile, and upturned brows– none of it has ever been real.”
This is the true Allegra Mahalath, the one who put no effort into any relationships he was expected to care for. The vocalist looked into those empty, spiraling eyes, which grow closer with every step the brunette takes towards him.
“You’re correct, as I am simply playing the part of a false me. In my eyes, anything and everything holds no meaning; Allegra Mahalath doesn’t care for this event, nor its people, or its problems. The same can be said for my clients and their relationships, especially yours." He stated it all so matter-of-factly, as if there truly was nothing inside his heart. "It's most fitting to say that I can't seem to care about anything.”
A shiver ran down the singer’s spine. “...Then why are you even here?"
“Because I want to understand why the past ‘me’ did.”
The announcer’s voice could be heard through the loudspeaker, cutting off their confrontation with the calling of their band's name.
"Next up, from the dark corners of Night Raven College itself, is My Abyssal Lover!"
Allegra’s monotone demeanor remained as cheers could be heard echoing from the crowd. “It’s officially stage time, I kindly suggest you hurry up.”
—-----
“Look! We got put in the event’s article!” The team’s manager exclaimed, showing off his phone to the group. “They even got a photo of you, Mahalath!”
The brunette takes a look at the article presented in front of him, reading the text with a feigned interest.
“Oh. Oops.”
“Huh? What’s wrong?”
“It appears I forgot to smile during the set.”
For the rest of the band, it seemed like a well-timed joke. They laughed at another one of Allegra's supposed oddities. Only the vocalist remained silent in the classroom’s corner, understanding exactly what the Octavinelle student meant.
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hi i finally got the urge to share some traditional sketches
here are my boys. i love them. i'd kill for them.
sketch based on manga only stuff below↓
alaira my goat and her new son hugging btw because euini needs all the hugs and and all the love and all the affection and all the appreciation in the world. he doesn't only deserve it. he NEEDS. i don't think anything less will fix him and he deserves no less anyway. my baby.
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Princess Guinevere. Made in procreate after I tricked my mother into watching the show XD
Might glitch her out and turn her into "Freed Guinevere" later. I gave her more clawlike nails because it's a symbol of weaponry in some circles. Implying she can kick ass.
