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ZORN ✝ elisabeth von wettin. ([personal profile] vogelbauer) wrote in [community profile] thuringen2016-05-10 07:58 pm

the scent of dusk is strangely nostalgic

It was almost humorous how much could change as the years progressed. No longer was Elisabeth confined to her chambers as she had been during her younger years, having been granted (admittedly reluctant) permission by her older brother, who had become King during that elapsed time, to stroll through the castle and the surrounding area. While it was a refreshing change, and she was undoubtedly grateful for it, she still couldn't help but feel like the caged bird she had always thought of herself to be. So long as she bore this burdened name of 'von Wettin,' she would forever be held captive inside this birdcage.

However, there was no reason for her to dwell on that when she had the chance to enjoy the world around her. Having escaped from the guards assigned to her once again, she visits a special place that she knows the guards will never find her - a well, the very one that claimed her beloved's life. Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if it was silly that she visited his grave every day, but if she closed her eyes and imagined, it almost felt as though März was actually there by her side.

She offers a bittersweet smile as she approaches the well, kneeling down beside it. "Hello again, Mär," she says, closing her eyes and resting her head against the cold stone. She falls silent, almost as if she expects to hear his voice speak back, but she knows it's nothing more than wishful thinking. She opens her eyes again, brushing gloved fingers against the dirt below her. "Even after all this time, the roses I planted still haven't bloomed, have they...?" She chuckles emptily, fighting back tears that threatened to spill. Crying would do her no good; she's already shed innumerable tears over losing März, and shedding more still wouldn't bring him back no matter how hard she wished it would.

However, while she knew that was true, she could no longer resist the urge, allowing a few droplets to trail down her cheeks before dabbing at her eyes. "Goodness, look at me..." She chides herself and shakes her head, giving another hollow laugh. "You wouldn't want me to cry, März. Yes, if you were here now, I'm sure you would wipe away my tears and tell me to smile, just like when we were children..." She continues on reminiscing, speaking to the well as if it were März himself, but she knows she's doing it to distract herself from her looming sadness.
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[personal profile] agravestory 2016-05-19 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Something very similar, yes."

His eyes narrow slightly in thought. Again, memories break the surface. Stronger, this time, and in such a rapid succession that it almost sends him to the ground. Märchen staggers back, his own eyes wide.

"No. No it isn't.. I asked if you were afraid and then you said you weren't because the--" his sentence is swallowed by a sudden half laugh. For the first time in a while, he reaches towards his eyes as they begin to sting. The shock finally drives him to his knees.

His hands clasp onto the ground as if it can swallow him, and he visibly shakes. "Because the world was so big. You weren't afraid of it."
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[personal profile] agravestory 2016-05-20 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods as she says his name. As she covers her face, he gives a soft smile and hesitantly reaches for her hand. "I am."

He pauses. "I have. Please look at me, Elisabeth. It's been so long."

It feels like ages the more he thinks about it. He remembers almost everything-- their conversation before the incident, even the men who'd asked him for directions to his mother's house, though vaugely. Märchen searches his pockets and finds a handkerchief, which he offers to Elisabeth.
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np np! congrats on graduating!

[personal profile] agravestory 2016-05-25 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
As he listens to her, Märchen nods in agreement. "It has been. But I'm here now." He offers one of his hands. "Touch my hand, if you need or want to. I assure you this is real, Elisabeth."

At her last statement, he feels a tightning in his chest. "And.." he sniffles and then nods. "And you mine. Though I honestly don't remember as much as I'd like. But I remembered that much. And I still do."
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[personal profile] agravestory 2016-06-02 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He squeezes her hand back and laughs a little before his eyes mist over. "If you say so. I honestly don't remember much after.. well, after what lead me here. Just bits and pieces." He exhales and slowly begins to stand.

"It was because of that." Märchen looks towards the well and then to the flowers. "Those are.."
Edited 2016-06-02 22:08 (UTC)
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[personal profile] agravestory 2016-06-09 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Vaugely. The same as almost everything else." he walks towards the well, shoulders tense. When he's close enough, he crouches and picks one of the flowers. He's mindful of the thorns but just barely.

"It's surprising that they've grown so well. You must have shown them a lot of care."
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[personal profile] agravestory 2016-06-13 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"They're lovely." He turns towards her with a faint smile. "I'm sure they appreciated it." More memories were below the surface but it was like muddied water. Sometimes he had intense moments of clarity about parts of his past, but more about the people he'd 'helped' as the Corpse Conductor, and rarely about Elisabeth.

"The window." he says suddenly. "I remember seeing you through that."
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[personal profile] agravestory 2016-06-20 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think most would be if someone was suddenly at their window." he laughs and then thinks before speaking again. "Elisabeth, may I ask why you were living there? You'd mentioned the world was so huge and I didn't give it much thought back then. I was so happy to have someone to play with, but now I'm curious. Before I met you, had you never left your house?"

His cheeks color slightly. "Not that I've much to compare it to, of course. My mother was usually very adament that I only play in the forest."
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Sorry it took so long!

[personal profile] agravestory 2016-06-25 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lose you?"

Märchen quiets himself and nods as she explains. "I didn't know, no. I'd never met you before then.." he sighs and idly fidgets with some of the buttons on his coat sleeve.

"You're not to blame, Elisabeth. When those two men asked that I take them to her, I had no idea.."

A few more lost memories surface and Märchen frowns. "If I'd known, then perhaps I could've done something." But he'd been young, and they'd been fast about grabbing him and heading for the well. "Though I doubt it."
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roger!

[personal profile] agravestory 2016-07-05 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"I wish I could still say it astounds me, honestly. To not have a better idea of how deep cruelity can run in someone." He looks between the flowers and the well and then towards the sky. "It's truly a botomless reserve, it seems."
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welp :V

[personal profile] agravestory 2016-07-17 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"It does." He looks aside for a second before facing Elisabteh properly. "I helped locate missing people and contact former lovers for the purpose of assisting in revenge. I can recall six clients easily, but there have been several more. Too many to count."
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sorry this took so long!

[personal profile] agravestory 2016-08-08 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Magic.. Or at least slight of hand. Manipulation and truth bending. The same thing that humans have been using Just.. more of it, when compared to them."
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[personal profile] agravestory 2016-09-03 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course. I should've thought before suddenly mentioning it. Take as much time as you need." Märchen fell quiet for a few moments. "Did you ever study medicine?" he asked suddenly. "Even just a little. I'm curious."