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tomorrow my immensely gay twin will arrive in sweden and she’ll be here for about three weeks and also attending a con with me on the 24th. SO posts may be scarce but i’m making sure the queue is doing its job. for rp blogs, i’ll attempt to do replies if i have any, but don’t be surprised if i’m not crazy active.

The Escort; Open RP

Passable guild jobs sure were scarce these days. Never mind the fact that this group had gone so far as saving the world; as dysfunctional as it was, it wasn’t lacking in the proficiency department. Integrity, perhaps, but that could all be traced back to Yuri.

   So what was on his plate this time? Well, the big boss man Karol Capel himself had issued this job as particularly important; the same highly esteemed individual who didn’t see fit to provide his grunt with any details save for “go there, do that”. Yuri supposed that was sufficient enough, however. What he did know was that he was supposed to meet someone, and that person would issue him with the actual job. And on top of that, he knew he was going to be a bodyguard. Be it for the mystery person he was meeting or someone in their circle, he didn’t know. If Karol considered this so important, it couldn’t be anything crazy shady though, so Yuri felt comfortable in that trust.

   He’d been told to head to Halure. It took another edge off the shady part since it wasn’t Dahngrest or something of that ilk, but Yuri made no decision to assume. Halure was a nice enough place, but he still knew next to nothing about this job, and it was likely safe to say that the location had little to do with the requested performance.

   It had been quite some time since Yuri last set foot in this town; the descending blossoms were definitely a sight for sore eyes after weeks on the dusty road. His first objective was to head to the inn – he’d arrived a bit early and would need to get some food and rest. Secondly, he’d want to head to the meeting place at the top of the hill, by the big tree. It sounded real poetic and all, but what a choice for such business. That tree was like a tourist spot even for the locals.

   Yuri rolled his shoulders back and inhaled the fresh Halure air, careful not to catch any petals in unwanted places, before pushing up the door to the inn. The people there recognized him, and raised their hands and voices in greeting. Yuri reciprocated with a lopsided smile as he smoothed down the pack from his shoulder. He requested a table in the corner and gratefully ate up the few hours he got to rest his feet.

   Once time was up, he moved to the location in a greater mood – and with a full stomach. His client was already waiting for him up the hill.

yewri lowl of the sherwood quarter and asbol eig; with divineconqueror


The night guard shift was widely regarded among the knights as the worst job possible. For that reason, it was always given to the rookies, without fail, and in turn the rookies, with no voices of their own, had no choice but to do as they were told. It could get cold, despite the moderate temperature of Zaphias, and it was long, and lonely, and boring enough that the silence had been known to make fully grown adults cry (though this might have just been an exaggeration; it hardly seemed like it could be true, but it was always best not to question superiors anyway). To Asbel, though, the quiet guard duty was proof of their work. No activity meant the townspeople were safe, and that alone was enough for him - knowing there were no problems made standing there for so many hours worth it.

It was kind of cold, though, and as he entered the storage room he could feel his cheeks burning from the change in temperature. Back home it was always warmer at night, sometimes a little humid, even - but even though he’d been here for a while now training in the knights, Asbel still hadn’t quite gotten used to the seemingly pleasant night air biting so much after standing for a few hours. Well, it was pleasant in its own way, but that was… beside the point.

Sighing softly as he sat down on a bench, he wondered if he’d have to get up for morning shift too. There were a lot of rumours about shady stuff going on right beneath the knights’ noses, and Asbel had offered to help out however he could. He didn’t regret making that offer, but it did mean the possibility of double guard shift. The armory was eerie in its stillness this time of night, and served as a reminder that he’d be toast if he didn’t get to bed soon, so he stood up and moved to put his sword away when he heard a quiet rattle - it was so faint he thought he was imagining it, but he wasn’t so sure. Maybe it was a rat or something?

His defenses went up as he held his sword at his side and peered around the corner. No one should have been there, because he’d just changed shifts and that meant no one would be entering this room until morning. That meant either he was delusional, or…. someone who was not supposed to be in there had come in. As silently as he could he moved to look at the other side of the room, heart pounding as he found the shadow of someone in the back. It did cross his mind that someone woke up for early training, and he wondered if he’d get punished for sneaking up on a superior - but it was also the most terrible hour of the morning and despite all the extra training he did himself, there was no way he would ever be in here at this time of night. Maybe they were crazy dedicated, though. Or maybe someone got lost? Actually, there were a lot of reasons for someone to be in here. Maybe it wasn’t actually an intruder. He watched curiously as the man eyed the crates stacked in the room.

Upon closer inspection, though, he didn’t recognize the man perusing the swords and knives at all, and Asbel immediately moved forward with caution. Not threateningly, but his hand was ready on his sword if he needed to defend himself.


"What are you doing here? Who are you?"

That cautious voice was like alarm bells ringing in Yuri’s body and mind. He remained with his back turned for a moment; waiting, should his visitor take advantage of his stance. Still holding the knife, he made a quick turn at no sign of attack, ready to fight them off face to face. Yuri was entirely to blame, having underestimated the Zaphias grunts’ ability to do their job. He should have known they always performed their duties with the utmost perfection when it didn’t matter a lick to the people who needed them.

   But something was off about this one.

   Yuri lowered the steel as swiftly as he’d flashed it. The man – no, the boy – in front of him seemed of a different mind and demeanour than the rest, not to mention the way he was dressed. With such attire, Yuri didn’t even need the moonlight trickling in to see him. Honestly, clothing aside, there were no hostile vibes from this guy. All he radiated was a certain caution, as if speech before steel was a concept for these people. Well, it would be nice for a change, Yuri admitted. But he was the instigator, and no amount of talk would change his purpose there; eventually he would have to knock some heads. However, if this youth wasn’t wearing a uniform he was most likely new to the game. Maybe there was a chance Yuri could get out of this without kindling bigger flames.

   Perhaps a rookie would be easier to appeal to, should the need arise; but that came with the risk of the lower quarter being accused of treason, or something equally blown out of proportion. Being nice was just not an option these days, was it?

   First, Yuri put down the knife behind him. He then raised his hands in a casual surrender.


   Ashen eyes darted to the crates for a quick glance, then back.

   “You work here? Don’t suppose they got you on inventory?”

   Probably not – just go with it, Yuri thought.

   “Have you seen what’s in these crates?” he asked.

   He emphasized his words as if these crates held something atrocious; which, in a way, was the truth.

Long way home; with ivarthegreat

Aw, man.

   This outlandish phenomenon wasn’t unheard of; to have hives and hives of several worlds scattered throughout the masses of the universe. It was freaky to get used to, at first; useful, to some. Not so great in the hands of all the big, bad wolves out there, but hey. More often than not, there was no choice involved; no one could simply set a course and go. These bizarre tears in space appeared to be highly erratic. If one caught you it was a matter of hanging on for your dear life, and praying to a high power that it wouldn’t chew you up and spit you out on a deserted island somewhere in Uninhabited World no. 30.

   It didn’t happen often enough to induce panic – hell, at least not to anyone important, so nobody cared. But what people didn’t seem to realize was that purchased influence didn’t protect you from the rifts. They could be safe and graciously protected from dangers outside of their comfortable homes, but if their luck was crappy enough and they hit the otherworld jackpot? Good-bye to ye olde comfort.

   But of course, these things still happened to the worse off. At the very least, this time it saw fit to happen to someone who could take care of himself.


   Yuri had been struck with urgency and concern in the beginning. His one thought was to get home, seeing no need to stray in a world that wasn’t his own. That objective never changed, but the more he saw and the more he learned of this place – supposedly called Rieze Maxia – the more leisure he found in his steps. There was no use running from place to place in a frenzy, there was no need breaking a sweat over something he couldn’t change; so Yuri shifted his focus to finding out exactly what he could change, and how.

   It had taken a painstaking amount of asking around, but eventually the road took him to a place called Nia Khera. Along the way he’d learned a few valuable things, so it hadn’t all been for naught. Even still – despite the complacency of travel and his growing interest in this world – Yuri couldn’t promise he wouldn’t grab a knife and brandish it at the air, hoping for a spontaneous breach. You never know, the universe could be feeling generous for a change.  That was only if he didn’t find what he was looking for, however.

   His info source had spoken of this village as if nonexistent, like it belonged to a tale for toddlers. But Yuri figured that was always how things were kept hidden. If he took a look for himself and there was nothing there, what would he have lost? Time. Yeah. Lots of time he could have wasted taking a look for himself somewhere else. It honestly didn’t matter much with the weak information he’d been feeding off lately. People were strangely taciturn about these matters – perhaps they were privileged enough that they got to stay in their own worlds? Perhaps Terca Lumireis was the trash, and Rieze Maxia the trashcan?


   Yuri scoffed to himself, cursing inwardly for making himself laugh. It was at times like this he missed having travelling companions.

   Nia Khera was a picturesque village, that was for sure. As Yuri looked down, he noted there were odd carvings on the ground. Somehow they fit hand in hand with those onion-like buildings. But onions or no onions, the village was indeed real.

   Yuri had a look around his surroundings for anyone that might help him, all the while pretending that he didn’t notice the stares. They bore down his neck as if a monster had entered their midst, but as soon as Yuri made eye contact there were careful little smiles. He supposed that if nary a soul knew of this place, they weren’t all too used to strangers.

   The first villager he approached told him about a “Spirit Lord Maxwell” who dwelled in a shrine nearby. It answered Yuri’s question as far as “who knows the most about freaky business” went. Apparently, this Spirit Lord had a handmaid he would have to run things by, so if Yuri wanted to find a way to get home anytime soon he’d need to have a chat with this person.

   The handmaid’s house was the furthest from the entrance. Yuri almost tripped at a darting chicken as he approached it; a horde of them covered a bewildering stone’s throw of land outside the building. He mumbled a lackadaisical apology to the feathered creature before carefully stepping away and giving the door a light knock. This Ivar person had better be present or Yuri would have to write him a damn shot.

yewri lowl of the sherwood quarter and asbol eig; with divineconqueror


What was the definition of a “usual day”, really?

   There was always something going on in Zaphias, from the lower quarter to the citizens’ and noble’s quarters. Whether they were good or bad things was up to the eyes and ears of the streets; they always watched, always listened. Some because it was necessary in order for their lifestyle to work, some because there really was nothing better to do; some kept their eyes open because they were unable to close them, unable to turn the other way and stop looking. The aristocrats of Zaphias, and the knights beneath their feet, liked to think that they could issue any order to close one’s eyes and accept one’s fate. But they couldn’t monitor every corner.

   Hell… They didn’t even bother. Acting mighty, but making no effort to prove it. Maybe that was for the best. And it might have been, if they didn’t choose to put that effort into toying with people’s lives.

   Yuri was often listening; it was his forté, intentional or no. Should injustices occur right in front of him, he couldn’t turn a blind eye, especially as someone with the physical capabilities to do something about it. It was only common sense to put those skills to use, where one might be unable to.

   Tonight was one such opportunity.

   It had bothered Yuri for quite some time how the food shortage was just getting worse and worse, and the lower quarter suffered despite the smiles tugging at their lips; they asked for basically nothing, and that’s what they were given. As if lesser creatures, spit upon by society’s “better off”. Well, after some days of open eyes and open ears, Yuri believed someone was operating outside of their jurisdiction. Any other person might have brought this into the open, demanding an explanation and perhaps being presented with an empty apology and a tame compensation. But Yuri knew full well that nothing would be done, unless he’d take the matters into his own hands.

   Having looked into who might be the naughty child of the family — a noble with ties to a knight captain — Yuri narrowed his search down to a few places of interest. Resources had definitely been siphoned for weeks, and with all the missing food it was only right to give it back where it was supposed to have arrived in the first place.

   Thankfully, he had been to this place before. Not only did Yuri know Zaphias like the back of his hand, but having served the knights for some time in the past — not to mention frequented the cells — he was familiar with the nobles’ quarter as well. And he recalled having ventured into this particular storage space as well. The only difference now was that he had to sneak in at the fall of night. Staying in the shadows, Yuri managed to slip in unnoticed, keeping a cautious eye out for anyone inside — the door wasn’t even locked, good job.


   Inside he found what one would expect — weapons of many types, shapes and sizes. Swords and spears, halberds and knives and shields. But that wasn’t what he was looking for. Hurrying now before someone would take notice, Yuri made his way to the back where a bunch of crates were heavily stacked together. He hadn’t brought anything to prop them open with, but looking around in the room there were plenty of options. The problem was to get a peek without making a lot of noise.

   He decided on one of the knives, the longest and thickest blade he could find. By now he was too concentrated on his task to realize there was someone approaching.

i’m back in the game.

make sure to read my new about page, and visit milla if you’d like. gonna be handling things a bit differently now for my own sake.

i missed roleplaying and i missed the community, never thought i’d ever come back bUT i’m doing this for me now. no more catering, no more slaving.

everyone’s not around anymore, but to the ones who still are, i’m hoping we can get along again like the old times.

Discover the Mt Temza. II ellemel-mata and shades-of-orchid


She won’t move to avoid disturbing Yuri’s concentration against the opponent. Perhaps if she will… Give a bit of her power to him? Like a light bonus to take over an inconsiderable advantage to twist up the situation while Yuri will bring his most poweferful arte. A plan concocted rapidly without including consquences though Elle placed her confidences and hopes to the violet swordwman. Nodding to her own statement Elle lock her gaze above Yuri, stuck on the main ennemy of these both persons. Her father prohibited certainly her little daughter jumping off into a trouble nonetheless renouncing to aiding a companion suffering difficulties is a enough outlook to push Elle in her last corner of nerves. Feeling her brow twitch Elle held her pocket watch, closing an eye as a step was paid forward despite a barrier of haze.

Out of question to give up, pushing off her hopes for Yuri. He saved her from a fatal crash, comfort her as a big brother.. Like a father. For him, she is going to pay off her debt and help him. No matter if someone whom use her power create a elusive tingling onto her neck.. Braveness pat both shoulders to support her along. Gasping before swallowing some saliva the little blonde-haired girl change a position, cocking voluntary her body and sped off along the spot. Eluding off earthquakes under shoes, nothing can slash a determined will which already took a choice. The choice to run forward and seeking a spot of light before catching a sleeve and help the person who engaged a battle. Voice preserved into the deepest part of throat the previous shout was only a fear about the fog wrapping a large zone of the area.

Voice preserved into the deepest part of throat the previous shout was only a fear about the fog wrapping a large zone of the area. As soon as the fog sneak off Elle’s eyes perceive Yuri crossing his blade into the monster. Wasn’t a murmur told to her to stepping back and letting adults handle everything? A whisper protecting her life, like to say ‘Don’t get yourself into dangers’. Beyond heavens the bird is willing to kill, destroy everything around including humans. As to do a protection for her mouth Elle heard easily Yuri voice called out from her. Now it’s the timing to give a final boost on feet.


Yuriiiiiiiiii —!”

More. More centimeters to reach out and be close enough of Yuri. Purpose carried out, Elle was wrapped against the adult who swore to protect her. Blinking first, she moves one hand to touch her golden watch. “If you want to be more strong.. Take into your hand Papa’s watch.” Stuttered a fragile voice, a bluish look crossing another one.

A feeling of security seemed to envelop the two as they remained in an embrace of protection for a moment, its supposed length betraying the actual time passed. However, even with Elle safely within reach, Yuri knew not to exhale just yet, his senses working meticulously in order to detect any further movement as he simultaneously wrapped a comforting strength around himself and his important burden, his confidence having taken no hits so long as he would still remain rooted on his feet.

Everything seemingly silenced around them at the sound of Elle’s voice, forcing Yuri’s eyes wide open as they searched for the object of mention, locking onto a watch he had laid his eyes on prior to this predicament. A curiosity had been ignited, if a rather subtle, insignificant one, but there had been an interest nonetheless. A tilt of a head and a slight will to know, followed by an inner reprimand, while at the heart still lackadaisical, telling him not to pry unless a suitable opportunity would present itself. It would seem as if this moment was right now dancing into Yuri’s grasp, only not in a manner he had anticipated. Furrowing his brows, those eyes of ashen perception flicked back to those of Elle’s, a questioning glare residing in them.

Their moment was interrupted by a loud shriek, parts of the wall crumbling down to the grounds below as the creature pulled itself away from its rocky prison to exact revenge on the person leading it there. As it flew, its wings didn’t seem to coordinate properly, suggesting that it had been struck rather significantly on the head during the crash. It could be permanent, but it could also be a momentary dizziness - either way, it would be a poor turnout if it was sent tumbling straight towards the town, and so this would need to be ended swiftly. Even so, Yuri didn’t consider underestimating the aevial monster. In fact, in this condition, it might be even more dangerous - unpredictable and savage.

Turning his attention back to the little girl, Yuri made the decision to trust her word, even if he couldn’t completely wrap his head around the meaning. If Elle said it would make him stronger, then surely it would, but it wasn’t up to him to decipher in what way this strength would present itself, nor was he in any position to beg for a preferable outcome. No, if one wanted a path, one would have to carve it oneself.

The youth softly placed his hand on the watch, the wind tugging at his hair and attire as he carried his focus steadier than nature’s whispers and kept a solid caution to his touch.

"Like this?" he breathed, their voices only audible to the two of them, as he wrapped his fingers around Elle’s watch, unsure what it would bring.



Eyes of gray wavered away from the interloper momentarily, shifting all attention back to her current vocation; whether or not he took heed— or even heard— her verbal disruption was of no matter at the moment. However, when the young woman did so, the moving trail of incongruity on the ground came to a halt. A lapse of thoughts circulated warily on the blonde-crowned head for a brief moment, and she paused on cue. There was a hint of anxiety on her face as she stood there, for even as the air now fell silent, there was still a redundancy of hostility floating about. 

In an instant, after appearing as if though she had an epiphany, the girl sprinted off, apparently devoid of an idea of where to go, although even if that was so, she felt accomplished with her aimless running. The liquid substance dripping off from the fibers of the improbable weapon the girl carried as she made her way, the swift motion of the feet in coordination with her body gave off the idea that she was fleeing, yet it seemed that she had no intention of disappearing from the battleground. She kept on coursing through the plains, the hat recoiling along her movements, now with another ulterior motive in hand. 


Seeing as the newcomer didn’t have much of a response, a new approach decided to be made. The moment that the distance between the two figures shortened, she came to a pause herself, yet it was rather obvious from her light bouncing that she wasn’t determined to remain in such a state for long.

“Didn’t you hear me!?” An unoccupied hand waved fumblingly as she vociferated, securing what little space between them dubiously wide for reasons only she could understand. “Move! You’ll get hurt!” 

Of course then, was he not to abide to her words the second time, any injuries he may receive thereafter was none of her responsibility. She was by no means a healer, and her repertoire of consumables were running low. 

After moving her concentration once again to the dire situation she was in— and the man was ostensibly unaware of— the light shaking of the earth deprived her of any trail of thought, nearly loosing her balance. She was able to stay upright due to the responsive usage of the giant brush as a balancing material. Immediately she dashed off once again away from her current standpoint, partially hoping for the other to take into account what she just said.

While Yuri hadn’t particularly disregarded the stranger’s warning, his suspiscions somewhat confirmed and his senses tensing at the mention, his first impulse was not to turn tail and run, but he would consider moving out of the way in order to give room and keep an eye on their surroundings, analyzing his observations in peace and still possessing the opportunity to pull himself back in if needed. He was a confident man, but not so blindly that he would fling himself into an unfamiliar situation without a sliver of pre-attained knowledge.

Either way, there was no room for contemplation as the disrupted movement subsided abruptly, giving pause but also urged further focus. Orbs of grey journeyed to the young woman, attempting to grasp the concept of this encounter, but Yuri found no answers as of yet, as the odd perception of hostility continued tugging at the back of his neck. As this girl appeared to know more of what was going on than Yuri did, however, taking any alterations in expression or tension on her side into consideration would serve to be more beneficial than standing around in confusion.

Then as if fired from a tightly-strung bow, she sprinted off, leaving Yuri to interpret her actions as he pleased. Nearing him now with tremendous speed for her physique, another warning sounded, the only reaction given from the receiving end being a slight twitch of his eye. Curiosity was ignited within. Whether the other’s eye had discerned a man of talent on the battlefield, or a simple civilian, was of no matter - she obviously knew a lot more about what was playing out before them, and so there was no way for Yuri to learn and be sated, lest he act as requested and see for himself. And so he removed the obstruction that was himself in an alacritous motion, keeping himself moving but close enough to carry a clear view.


Returning to Zaphias was… Relieving, to say the least.

Being here as a person of her own free will was a lot different than being here as a princess. She didn’t have to worry about being brought back to the castle against her will and having to live her life by the rules of the empire. Though, the capital was destined for change now that Master Ioder was emperor— Estelle was sure that he would do wonderful things in the throne and help the capital change from its blastia dependent ways. 

In fact, Estelle was planning on helping, too. She didn’t exactly know how to just yet, but she was determined. At first she thought that maybe she could find Flynn, and together they would figure something out. But he was the Commandant, now, and chances were he was extremely busy with cleaning up Alexei’s mess. She’d rather wait and let him figure things out before bothering him. After all, she wasn’t a noble or anything anymore, so it wasn’t like the knight could drop everything for her.

Instead, Estelle found herself near the lower quarter. She’d only been here once, when she and Repede found Yuri again after he’d gotten injured and fell from Zaude. Even then she hadn’t seen much. But now, after all its destruction, it looked as though it needed some help being repaired. With her hands clasped to her chest, Estelle decided that this was what she wanted to do to help. 


Would they let her help, though? Even if she was no longer a noble, she’d still been in the castle when things were going poorly for these people. She could’ve helped back then, but she didn’t. If the people of the lower quarter had something against the nobles, Estelle didn’t blame them. It wasn’t like she’d grown up here like Flynn, and everyone knew her— Chances were, if she went down there she’d get some strange looks.

But she wasn’t going to back down. Sheer determination stomped over whatever doubts she had, and she took a moment to compose herself, hands now balled into fists at her side. Maybe if she found Hank, he’d be able to help her get started.  With a swift nod to herself, she entered the lower quarter.

The curtain had dropped with sufficiency. It was now up to the people remaining, in the midst of a gap of perpetuating ciphers, to point out a suitable figure to carry the name tag of “hero”. The word itself was but only a word, lacking in meaning and depth, clad in integrity for the sake of faith. Once peace would come rushing back into the restoration of what had been lost, the typical hero would be cast aside, rather than holding the title as their occupation, a mantle of symbolism. Revered for decency’s sake, but simultaneously placed upon the altar of expectation. It honestly made the whole thing so much simpler when it didn’t boil down to it being somebody’s job.

Yuri Lowell didn’t often find himself reflecting on such matters. But perched on the window of the lower quarter inn’s second floor, his left leg casually hanging down from the window sill, the young vigilante encountered a variety of returning thoughts as he watched the progressions beneath. The genuine spirit of the citizen’s he had come to consider his responsibility, although entirely self-proclaimed, shone through even in the toughest of times, and in a time of change such as this, harder still they fought. As if pushing triangles through circle sockets, errors continued to get in their faces, and it either made them use their heads in order to somehow nudge the shape in, or they forced it inside altogether. Whichever the case, they saw to it that anything that would get in their way, would wave the white flag eventually. 

Alternating between observing and actually giving them a hand, Yuri now kept his watchful eye on how nicely everything was coming along. It would take quite some time before everyone would be able to settle into their new lives, what with all the changes to the world as they’d known it, but as long as they kept having faith in their abilities and each other, these people could conquer anything. Perhaps some would call it ridiculous to place so much seemingly blinded belief in them, and it wasn’t as if Yuri never doubted or was overcome with concern. But with optimism in one’s steps, along with a security radiating from within, pulling oneself up after a fall was a much more attainable feat.

Resuming the assistance now, however, Yuri slid down from his comfortable spot in the sun, catching the drop with his right foot and left knee, softening the fall further with one of his hands. It appeared he had startled someone below with this characteristically sudden appearance, resulting in a lighthearted scolding.


With purpose, Yuri moved up to the square, ashen eyes scanning for someone who might need him. It didn’t take long for his steps to halt as his vision caught something he hadn’t quite expected, the pink hair unmistakable even from far away.

His lips curled upwards into a lackadaisical smile, as Yuri raised one hand to direct the young lady’s attention.

"Estelle! Hey!" he shouted her way.

Mania (M!A Open)


Yuri said nothing. It was apparent to Estelle that her words were doing something, but she wasn’t exactly sure how much they were getting through. At the very least, Yuri seemed calmer than he had been. At such a close distance, he hadn’t reached out to attack her yet, which was positive, but there was still a chance that he could snap back at any moment.

However, when Yuri looked back up at Estelle, and their eyes met, the princess could feel a great sense of relief, as if it shot through Yuri and straight into herself. His eyes… they looked normal once more.


Despite the lingering fear Estelle had for her well being, to see the true Yuri shine through after such an episode was enough to make her smile… And she did exactly that.



The name fell calmly from Estelle’s lips, the victory chiming in the air. He had won, she had helped and Yuri had come back to her. The fact that such an instability could come back at any time didn’t even come near Estelle’s mind, she was just happy to see the face of a friend once again. Still, despite such relief, the princess could also sense much fatigue in Yuri, something that needed to be remedied.

“Yuri, are you alright? How are you feeling?” she asked softly.

It was odd. He felt the layer of red dissipate from his vision, presenting his dear friend in the light in which she was meant to be. But even still, Yuri didn’t feel relief shower over his system just yet. He felt strained, tension still rippling throughout his body, making him feel utterly sick with exhaustion. He couldn’t trust himself just yet, not until meeting the princess’ gaze would bring composure rather than the opposite. With this in mind, however, Yuri realized he had been given a brief opening to get her away from him. Yes, as far away as possible, before he’d see nothing but crimson again. Perhaps people could be sent to apprehend him, make time and find a way to reverse this madness. Or if not…

Yuri shuddered at the thought. He wasn’t planning on dying anytime soon. But if he was to be reduced to merely a killing machine, which only reason for functioning was to paint the world with blood, then there was little choice, was there? Sadly, in this state, he was unable to work his mind for a solution, and so these were the only options gracing his weakened ability.

Looking back to Estelle, he neglected to respond to her question, thinking it of imperative gravity to tell her of this quickly—

… But why the rush?

He didn’t really see why they would need to say good-bye so soon. The two had barely been able to spend some time together, and it was up to Yuri to see to it that she was being well taken care of… right?

His expression a change alikened to that of night and day, Yuri developed a twisted grin as his hands made a swift journey to wrap their fingers around Estelle’s throat, immediately pressing against it with purpose. It would take more than words to salvage this creature’s sanity.