[idk] [islandbox]
Logfic? Fic-log? Whatever it is, it follows the events of this.
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She knelt before the grave of the Ushiromiyas; a family monument quite massive. Eighteen roses she laid before it, and lit a single stick of incense before beginning her prayer.
"Battler... I'm so sorry..."
She wore that suited jacket as she slumped, swallowing the lump in her throat that prevented her from talking. Her hand reached out, gently touching the headstone, just to guarantee to herself that it was real... that man who she loved... was definitely dead in that world she'd been kidnapped to. The last time she visited a grave was with the little knight, and that was when she promised herself she would not leave his kakera without warning, through methods like suicide or even simply disappearing. She'd become important. Beatrice should have known better than to become important to anyone outside her game board.
"I found our marble, but I threw it into the ocean... and that was the right decision. We would not have our happy dawn with that burden on my shoulders forever... but if I caused you the same pain that I saw the little knight share... then I am truly sorry..."
She lifted the bouquet and kissed each rose. One for every single victim. "He tells me I will be able to find my happiness in his world, but I believe he's speaking optimistically."
Beatrice had been crying too much as of late, but that didn't stop her eyes from stinging again. "What will happen when I'm ready to stand at the bow of the boat and leave this kakera forever, but he'll hold me back? Why did I... let my heart open up to anyone besides you? Why did I think I deserved more than what I had?" Her hand shook, the weight of the Ushiromiya's heads ring feeling unusually heavy on her finger. "I've locked myself into my own punishment... my own... logic error... is this world... because I can't abandon someone I care about, no matter how badly I want to... and he still promises me I'll be happy in this world, aha..."
She shoved the bouquet at the bottom of the family grave, crying in brief gasps of air. "Do you want to know what I think, Battler?"
Her hands covered her face. If anyone watched... her blonde hair pinned in an elegant braid had become the short, cropped brunette hair of Shannon. Magic she hadn't intended to let out, but magic that slipped through the truth of her in that weak moment. "I think... that I can see that marble in the distance on this shore... but I'm better off letting the tide rise and take it into the ocean, where I can never grab it again." That marble of love that she saw the faintest glimmer of, was better encompassed by the warm ocean that waited to reach the sand to possess it once again.
"That marble is the only one of its kind in this world, don't you know? I'll never find... another marble... like yours or that one ever again. So that being of love will simply sit on the beach and watch the tides, with every rising moon and sun..."
She draped on the grave, sobbing quietly. "What kind of pathetic existence is that...? It's my punishment for abandoning our game board and changing too much that... I couldn't come back! I'm so sorry! I'm... I'm so sorry..."
It took her a while to realize that sobbing onto granite was much more pathetic. Her hair once again golden, she stood in front of the grave properly. Her eyes still red.
"Goodbye, my beloved... I won't visit ever again. I have to... find my reason for existing in this logic error. Or disappear in time, hopefully... it won't be too long... but it doesn't take time to make something painful... but now I'm pitying myself. Thank you for everything. Make the Beatrice at your side... happy as long as she's there."
She walked away from the lines of graves after that, regaining her posture, her composure with each step. At the end of the row, she finally stood tall, proud, like an Endless Witch should.
"Eavesdropper."
Beatrice didn't have to turn to look to see a boy that was small enough to be easily concealed by the graves. "... I wanted to stop you in case you did something dramatic."
"So much for your faith in me."
"You were so close to saying a lot of that in red. I would have had to stop you."
"... tche." She started walking again, not waiting for him to keep up with her.
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She knelt before the grave of the Ushiromiyas; a family monument quite massive. Eighteen roses she laid before it, and lit a single stick of incense before beginning her prayer.
"Battler... I'm so sorry..."
She wore that suited jacket as she slumped, swallowing the lump in her throat that prevented her from talking. Her hand reached out, gently touching the headstone, just to guarantee to herself that it was real... that man who she loved... was definitely dead in that world she'd been kidnapped to. The last time she visited a grave was with the little knight, and that was when she promised herself she would not leave his kakera without warning, through methods like suicide or even simply disappearing. She'd become important. Beatrice should have known better than to become important to anyone outside her game board.
"I found our marble, but I threw it into the ocean... and that was the right decision. We would not have our happy dawn with that burden on my shoulders forever... but if I caused you the same pain that I saw the little knight share... then I am truly sorry..."
She lifted the bouquet and kissed each rose. One for every single victim. "He tells me I will be able to find my happiness in his world, but I believe he's speaking optimistically."
Beatrice had been crying too much as of late, but that didn't stop her eyes from stinging again. "What will happen when I'm ready to stand at the bow of the boat and leave this kakera forever, but he'll hold me back? Why did I... let my heart open up to anyone besides you? Why did I think I deserved more than what I had?" Her hand shook, the weight of the Ushiromiya's heads ring feeling unusually heavy on her finger. "I've locked myself into my own punishment... my own... logic error... is this world... because I can't abandon someone I care about, no matter how badly I want to... and he still promises me I'll be happy in this world, aha..."
She shoved the bouquet at the bottom of the family grave, crying in brief gasps of air. "Do you want to know what I think, Battler?"
Her hands covered her face. If anyone watched... her blonde hair pinned in an elegant braid had become the short, cropped brunette hair of Shannon. Magic she hadn't intended to let out, but magic that slipped through the truth of her in that weak moment. "I think... that I can see that marble in the distance on this shore... but I'm better off letting the tide rise and take it into the ocean, where I can never grab it again." That marble of love that she saw the faintest glimmer of, was better encompassed by the warm ocean that waited to reach the sand to possess it once again.
"That marble is the only one of its kind in this world, don't you know? I'll never find... another marble... like yours or that one ever again. So that being of love will simply sit on the beach and watch the tides, with every rising moon and sun..."
She draped on the grave, sobbing quietly. "What kind of pathetic existence is that...? It's my punishment for abandoning our game board and changing too much that... I couldn't come back! I'm so sorry! I'm... I'm so sorry..."
It took her a while to realize that sobbing onto granite was much more pathetic. Her hair once again golden, she stood in front of the grave properly. Her eyes still red.
"Goodbye, my beloved... I won't visit ever again. I have to... find my reason for existing in this logic error. Or disappear in time, hopefully... it won't be too long... but it doesn't take time to make something painful... but now I'm pitying myself. Thank you for everything. Make the Beatrice at your side... happy as long as she's there."
She walked away from the lines of graves after that, regaining her posture, her composure with each step. At the end of the row, she finally stood tall, proud, like an Endless Witch should.
"Eavesdropper."
Beatrice didn't have to turn to look to see a boy that was small enough to be easily concealed by the graves. "... I wanted to stop you in case you did something dramatic."
"So much for your faith in me."
"You were so close to saying a lot of that in red. I would have had to stop you."
"... tche." She started walking again, not waiting for him to keep up with her.