[ooc] drabble meme

[bitchcrafts]

Going with an oldie and a classic.

Give me a prompt and I'll write you a drabble.

The catch is--it has to be for one of my characters or my characters and yours or someone else's you ship them with, whatever. It can be ANYTHING, AU, TYL, first meetings, angst, nice things, etc, as long as it's related to island interactions somehow.

I play bitchcrafts, camefirst, myarmslipped,

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[bitchcrafts]

"When we met, I was still Beatrice, Witch of Endless. Endless cruelties, endless facades, the entirety of my purpose was to obscure my opponent's vision with lies and trickery, playing with emotions, and with people- it was my job. It was something I was good at, and I reveled in it. But then, we were given an odd kakera, you and I. We met in that place of miracles. And quickly, I made you my enemy. Most likely for fun at the time. I challenged you with the mystery of Rokkenjima, and nearly, very nearly, I came close to letting that intricate web of history and truth, twisted to form an obvious lie- I came close to handing it all over to you, to unravel it. You might have already solved every last bit, even. You might not be saying the rest of it in respect to me, or because you know truths can still coexist at this point in time."

A pause. "I wouldn't... be surprised... if you have. If you have, then... my blessings are yours."

Then, continuing. "Because I knew it was something Beatrice, the cruelest witch of all, would do, I taunted you. I was dead set upon proving to you that my viciousness, like my magic, was endless! And you met each and every challenge, and I'm sure, there was a long period where you despised me for what I'd do- not just to you, but to others as well! But... you don't settle for anything but the truth. The mystery of Rokkenjima had a key to solving it that wasn't the epitaph, but ... me. In order to understand the gruesome truth behind Rokkenjima, you had to understand myself as well. And so, you set out to. And so, we remained rivals, but rivals that slowly turned into friends. And the more truth you saw, despite my desperate attempts to prove you wrong, to hide what I had hidden so well... you managed to uncover the real Beatrice.

That was when... you started to call me Beato all the time, wasn't it?"

She stomps her foot and yells sharply, voice cracking as though it threatened tears. "Even though I had been terrible to you in the past, just to cover up a lie that had nothing to do with you... even though I had challenged you many times... even though I was still awful, still self-centered, still a monster- you stood up against me with that annoying, cocky grin of yours, and you battled me in a game of wits not as a fight... but for fun. Because we were having fun. Because we were... friends."

By now, she's taken a step towards him. "As time progressed... you could call me your friend...! A- and I could say the same for you... we'd become friendly rivals, and it was... the very first time I'd ever had that with no regrets, no other motives... it was the most liberating thing... Even after I had shown you the nightmare I bestowed upon others, the most savage side of myself, you never gave up that first challenge I gave you. And... in never letting go of that, with those stupid, unrelenting ideals of yours... we strayed down a path where you had given me something that..." It was a sentence she couldn't finish. She wiped her eyes. "T- thank you... for everything...!!"

Perhaps this is the only reason Beatrice had been brought to his world. Not to hear his theory, not for one more day, but simply for these words. He listens in stunned silence as he finally sees the witch break in a way he's both familiar with and completely foreign to. He wants to say just as much as her, but she keeps going, and he's getting nervous-- a clock mounted on a nearby street light is getting dangerously close to the time Beatrice first arrived.