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Who: Namine (fairoblivion) & The Queen of Hearts (stainwithhearts)
Where The Mirror!Verse
When: The Night of September 18th.
Rating: G
Summary: Through the vines of sin and guilt, the Queen has managed to temporarily acquire Namine. Why you ask? For one simple thing. One memory for someone who needs it. A memory for freedom.
the Story:
There it was -- a beginning. The Queen's garnet colored eyes glanced over the network and her attentions were grasped by distraught emotions. A need for comfort. A lithe arms that was wrapped around her waist lifted up as she tapped her lips in thought. She smiled in contemplative thought, "... my. I've been such a neglectful Queen. I've spent all my time here that I've failed to see the people who need comfort the most~"
Pressing a single key, The Queen of Hearts stepped away from the screen and turned around to her guest. A tea party of sorts within the Queen's tea room. The table was sitting within a small sun room -- the moonlight shining down through the glass and illuminating the scene along with tea lights and lamps. Her dress swished as she stepped to her seat and sat down, "I wish to ask a favor of you, my dear. And if you do, I'll let you free and back to your friends."
She did not know what to think or to say. A Queen's favor would hardly be an easy one to complete, and she could only think of one reason why she would be needed, much the less wanted: because of the sketchpad, because of what she could do, more curse than gift. And yet people still wanted it.
She could say no. She could say I never want to do anything you'd ask of me.
But her friends. Hiro...and Axel, and Roxas...Sora, and Kairi...everyone.
She could see everyone again.
She forced her lips open. "...what do you want me to do?"
"Don't look so sour, my dear." The Queen picked up the tea pot and motioned over to Namine with said pot, "Would you like some tea first? I had not intentionally wanted you here to use you in such a manner." The Queen poured herself a cup of apple raspberry tea and waited for the answer from Namine. When she was done pouring the beverage, she continued to wait but instead ate a small tea cookie to pass the time.
She chuckled and leaned back in her seat, "But I suppose it can not be helped~" Her red eyes glanced over to the pale girl, that same smile spread on her lips.
"...I don't mean to be. Sour, I mean," she said almost listlessly, though she knew she didn't mean it.
Something about the Queen's smile made her feel cold, uneasy, like she didn't have her heart anymore. The tea would help, she hoped. It was warm and maybe it could lift her spirits a little. She accepted it with a demure thank you and sat down as properly as she could, ankles crossed, in the armchair facing across from the Queen.
She shifted, as if she was uneasy, though she was really trying to escape the Queen's smile...yet, no matter where she went, the smile always followed her, too. She couldn't escape it, and she didn't know how else to leave unless she did what the Queen asked. (And on some level she was foolish enough to still hope that it would not be something horrible.)
The Queen just smiled gently, like she had before truly introducing herself. She poured a cup for the younger girl and filled it 3/4ths of the way before tipping it back up and setting the pot to the side. Her majesty picked up her own tea cup and sipped at the warm drink, letting everything inside of her warm her up. She was silent for moments as she stood back up from the chair and walked over to one of the many panes of glass that surrounded the sun room.
"I will not lie to you, Namine." She stared at the gardens outside, her reflection shining in. The Queen of Hearts rarely used anyone's name... unless it was a serious matter. "I have a job to do. You may not like my methods. Your friends may detest my very presence but I do these things for a reason." Slowly, she turned back around and leaned against the window pane -- her long dark hair crushed against the glass while the moon made her glow in an almost etherial light.
The teacup was shaking in her hands, but when the Queen said her name she felt like she was trapped forever. And in a way that she hadn't been trapped before. Marluxia had threatened her with eternity behind lock and key; DiZ had threatened her with a future without Sora. But the Queen, without saying much of anything like it, was threatening her with a future where she could not so much dare to be happy.
"...e-even if I won't, I want to be free," she said in a quiet, stuttering, humble voice, so as not to upset her. "W-what do you want me to do?"
"....." The Queen's eyes seemed to lack life when freedom was mentioned. All emotions seem to drain from her as she let out a small, "Heh." A sardonic and slightly bitter smile spreading on her lips before she turned back around to face the glass. She was still sipping on her tea; something that seemed so trifle compared to what the woman was planning.
When she finished the last drop, she walked back to the table and sat the cup down, "Fine. You wish your freedom so badly, I'll get down to the point." Quickly she waved a hand up and two of the glass panes began to glow and an image of Walter (distraught and upset) appeared there, "Him. This man known as Walter Sullivan wishes that he had something to hold him. Something to comfort him. The way he is now, he can not accept anything that I nor the mansion can offer."
The Queen took a seat and ate another cookie, her eyes never leaving the image that she had conjured, "Give him a memory to ease his soul. Give him something to be happy about and you'll have your freedom."
Freedom hadn't been the right word, from what she could tell, but she didn't have long to dwell on it.
She saw the man, Walter, in the mirror, looking very sad and very broken. He looked like he was lost, like he didn't have anything at all.
A memory. She was asking her to treat him like she had treated the replica. Like he was nothing at all.
But...one happy memory. It couldn't be...harmful. Would it? The Queen could try to make it harmful, but Namine was the one who decided what went into the memory.
"...I-I will," she stammered.
Becase she decided that if she had to make a memory, it would be a nice one. A good one, to keep close. One that wouldn't lead Walter astray, or make him forget who he was.
She was sure of it this time.
The Queen knew. She knew that Walter was something but was not in the mood for such explinations. Her eyes were unsettled as she waved a hand up into the air. The image dissapeared from the glass, leaving nothing but the image of the moon shining down amongst the glittering stars that shone in the sky.
"When you're ready, your sketch book will appear..." The Queen stood up once more and took her empty glass with her, "If you wish to stay in this room to draw, you're free to do so. You may roam for a room to feel comfortable in and no one will bother you. When you're done, there will be nothing to keep you from leaving this side except yourself."
There was an emptiness within her voice and her eyes with a hint of something more. Something sad that could never be said. The Queen of Hearts slowly began to walk towards the door of the tea room and stopped at the open doorway before calling out behind her, "Don't let anything hold you back, Namine." And with that, she left the girl to her own devices.
When the Queen left she let the tears fall. She didn't want to do anything to this man, who certainly didn't deserve anything like this. But...she wanted to be free. She did not want to be kept here, like a prisoner, like nothing had happened; like only her masters had changed.
The sketchbook appeared, almost innocently blank, with her pencils beside them. They felt heavy in her hands, made more of lead than wood.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, to the man who did not know her and could not hear her.
And she began to draw.
Where The Mirror!Verse
When: The Night of September 18th.
Rating: G
Summary: Through the vines of sin and guilt, the Queen has managed to temporarily acquire Namine. Why you ask? For one simple thing. One memory for someone who needs it. A memory for freedom.
the Story:
There it was -- a beginning. The Queen's garnet colored eyes glanced over the network and her attentions were grasped by distraught emotions. A need for comfort. A lithe arms that was wrapped around her waist lifted up as she tapped her lips in thought. She smiled in contemplative thought, "... my. I've been such a neglectful Queen. I've spent all my time here that I've failed to see the people who need comfort the most~"
Pressing a single key, The Queen of Hearts stepped away from the screen and turned around to her guest. A tea party of sorts within the Queen's tea room. The table was sitting within a small sun room -- the moonlight shining down through the glass and illuminating the scene along with tea lights and lamps. Her dress swished as she stepped to her seat and sat down, "I wish to ask a favor of you, my dear. And if you do, I'll let you free and back to your friends."
She did not know what to think or to say. A Queen's favor would hardly be an easy one to complete, and she could only think of one reason why she would be needed, much the less wanted: because of the sketchpad, because of what she could do, more curse than gift. And yet people still wanted it.
She could say no. She could say I never want to do anything you'd ask of me.
But her friends. Hiro...and Axel, and Roxas...Sora, and Kairi...everyone.
She could see everyone again.
She forced her lips open. "...what do you want me to do?"
"Don't look so sour, my dear." The Queen picked up the tea pot and motioned over to Namine with said pot, "Would you like some tea first? I had not intentionally wanted you here to use you in such a manner." The Queen poured herself a cup of apple raspberry tea and waited for the answer from Namine. When she was done pouring the beverage, she continued to wait but instead ate a small tea cookie to pass the time.
She chuckled and leaned back in her seat, "But I suppose it can not be helped~" Her red eyes glanced over to the pale girl, that same smile spread on her lips.
"...I don't mean to be. Sour, I mean," she said almost listlessly, though she knew she didn't mean it.
Something about the Queen's smile made her feel cold, uneasy, like she didn't have her heart anymore. The tea would help, she hoped. It was warm and maybe it could lift her spirits a little. She accepted it with a demure thank you and sat down as properly as she could, ankles crossed, in the armchair facing across from the Queen.
She shifted, as if she was uneasy, though she was really trying to escape the Queen's smile...yet, no matter where she went, the smile always followed her, too. She couldn't escape it, and she didn't know how else to leave unless she did what the Queen asked. (And on some level she was foolish enough to still hope that it would not be something horrible.)
The Queen just smiled gently, like she had before truly introducing herself. She poured a cup for the younger girl and filled it 3/4ths of the way before tipping it back up and setting the pot to the side. Her majesty picked up her own tea cup and sipped at the warm drink, letting everything inside of her warm her up. She was silent for moments as she stood back up from the chair and walked over to one of the many panes of glass that surrounded the sun room.
"I will not lie to you, Namine." She stared at the gardens outside, her reflection shining in. The Queen of Hearts rarely used anyone's name... unless it was a serious matter. "I have a job to do. You may not like my methods. Your friends may detest my very presence but I do these things for a reason." Slowly, she turned back around and leaned against the window pane -- her long dark hair crushed against the glass while the moon made her glow in an almost etherial light.
The teacup was shaking in her hands, but when the Queen said her name she felt like she was trapped forever. And in a way that she hadn't been trapped before. Marluxia had threatened her with eternity behind lock and key; DiZ had threatened her with a future without Sora. But the Queen, without saying much of anything like it, was threatening her with a future where she could not so much dare to be happy.
"...e-even if I won't, I want to be free," she said in a quiet, stuttering, humble voice, so as not to upset her. "W-what do you want me to do?"
"....." The Queen's eyes seemed to lack life when freedom was mentioned. All emotions seem to drain from her as she let out a small, "Heh." A sardonic and slightly bitter smile spreading on her lips before she turned back around to face the glass. She was still sipping on her tea; something that seemed so trifle compared to what the woman was planning.
When she finished the last drop, she walked back to the table and sat the cup down, "Fine. You wish your freedom so badly, I'll get down to the point." Quickly she waved a hand up and two of the glass panes began to glow and an image of Walter (distraught and upset) appeared there, "Him. This man known as Walter Sullivan wishes that he had something to hold him. Something to comfort him. The way he is now, he can not accept anything that I nor the mansion can offer."
The Queen took a seat and ate another cookie, her eyes never leaving the image that she had conjured, "Give him a memory to ease his soul. Give him something to be happy about and you'll have your freedom."
Freedom hadn't been the right word, from what she could tell, but she didn't have long to dwell on it.
She saw the man, Walter, in the mirror, looking very sad and very broken. He looked like he was lost, like he didn't have anything at all.
A memory. She was asking her to treat him like she had treated the replica. Like he was nothing at all.
But...one happy memory. It couldn't be...harmful. Would it? The Queen could try to make it harmful, but Namine was the one who decided what went into the memory.
"...I-I will," she stammered.
Becase she decided that if she had to make a memory, it would be a nice one. A good one, to keep close. One that wouldn't lead Walter astray, or make him forget who he was.
She was sure of it this time.
The Queen knew. She knew that Walter was something but was not in the mood for such explinations. Her eyes were unsettled as she waved a hand up into the air. The image dissapeared from the glass, leaving nothing but the image of the moon shining down amongst the glittering stars that shone in the sky.
"When you're ready, your sketch book will appear..." The Queen stood up once more and took her empty glass with her, "If you wish to stay in this room to draw, you're free to do so. You may roam for a room to feel comfortable in and no one will bother you. When you're done, there will be nothing to keep you from leaving this side except yourself."
There was an emptiness within her voice and her eyes with a hint of something more. Something sad that could never be said. The Queen of Hearts slowly began to walk towards the door of the tea room and stopped at the open doorway before calling out behind her, "Don't let anything hold you back, Namine." And with that, she left the girl to her own devices.
When the Queen left she let the tears fall. She didn't want to do anything to this man, who certainly didn't deserve anything like this. But...she wanted to be free. She did not want to be kept here, like a prisoner, like nothing had happened; like only her masters had changed.
The sketchbook appeared, almost innocently blank, with her pencils beside them. They felt heavy in her hands, made more of lead than wood.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, to the man who did not know her and could not hear her.
And she began to draw.