Edward, do you think you could come in here? I think I might need your expertise for something.

*Yes, the ice crystals scattered around the floor is his doing. A quick fire would clear all this up.*

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*Depressed Alfons is depressed. He seems to be sitting on the bed, not really moving much, staring down at the covers.*

Edward...are you all right? 

*The only thing Alfons could hear is the blood rushing in his ears as he sits up in bed, most likely after a loud scream. Face white as a sheet, hands shaking........................

He......................

It was awful. He could see it.

He could see his face...feel the pain of that thing ripping into his skin...

And her laugh. That...

"I ( Read more... )

*Alfons pokes up from his blanket as it's wrapped around him, blond head almost a tiny thing poking out from a sea of covers.* .....Edward? *His voice was meek...almost childlike. POUTY.* ........I-I'm feeling a bit better now...can't I get out of bed?

*Soft music tinkling the air; a siren's song played with strings, flowing from the player's fingertips in the moonlight. A single figure, bathed in the white light, eyes closed and expression of pure bliss on angelic features.

The Violin felt at home in his hand, nighttime air fluttering the open flaps of his shirt, the barest peeks of skin visible ( Read more... )

*A knock on the door. That's all it was. A knock. Al was out for the morning--he knew that much. Which was a good thing...he definitely didn't want to see him like this.

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He held up his skirts, just like the Princess had told him to, feet feeling absolutely horrible in the high-heeled shoes. The soft blue billowy skirt fell off his form as it was ( Read more... )

E-Edward......? D-Do you...?

It's been a long time.

Edward, do you know where I put the dusters? I think I might need them...