#sad's holiday special 🍃

[sadtonight]

A piece for two

Summary: to be invited to the birthday party but to completely miss it is awful. However, this setback won't ruin his celebration if he still can share main birthday treat with you: that is a delicious slice of birthday cake!

Characters: Vil Schoenheit;

Warnings: none, reader is gender neutral, implications of future marriage, you two are (unofficial) idiots in love;

Side notes: and here is the promised cake! Looks rather pathetic I know but that's the best I could afford and the only thing available because it's Easter here already. But anyways, happy birthday Vil!! You absolutely ruined my taste in men personally and attitude wise 💐💜

— You hastily pulled our phone, bright digital numbers swaying from left to right: it has just become 18:42 before your eyes, last time you checked it was still 14:00. To be so unapologetically late — you couldn't help but sigh from frustration and exhaustion simultaneously. If you hadn't run into unexpected problems and kept track of the time, maybe you at least could lay your hands on the birthday cake. But as it stands, the party has already most likely concluded and the only thing left to do is say hello to the birthday boy;

— finally, you saw the tip of violet rooftop of the Pomefiore dorm, only to suddenly sense the urge to turn around and leave. You promised to come but.... would he be disappointed with you? Maybe displeased? You closed your eyes: it wasn't the time to get cold feet, so you pushed on just a little more and before you knew it your legs have carried you to one particular balcony. It was strange, because you had no idea where he would be, but you were lucky: the man of the day was sitting there, waiting for none other than you;

—Vil had high lavender-blond ponytail, and was wearing what appeared to be a birthday attire, his own black birthday jacket with dark purple sleeves resting loosely on the shoulders. His cheek was resting on the back of his hand, head turned towards the direction at which the sun has already settled half way. When the sound of the opening door reached his ears, the young man rearranged his pose to face the door instead, and judging by his body language, he was really anticipating you. To add to this, despite his best effort to pout his lips curled only upwards;

— "Ara, not only you dare to come way behind set time and miss the party but also to stand before me in such disheveled, panting state? Come closer" Vil didn't sound even a thread of annoyed or disappointed, instead gingerly focusing on fixing your hair, featherly brushing his fingers against your face. "You had a rare chance to witness my face covered in edible cream, and yet you didn't take it. Don't expect to see me like that anytime soon~"

— you imagined how the scene would look like, chuckling at the thought of Trey throwing a plate full of cream at Vil. You sat down opposite of the birthday boy, and asked how everything went — Vil begun reciting the events like a movie script. He described everything in a clearest detail, except for only mentioning birthday cake briefly in passing. You found it odd, so you wondered if you should inquire until Vil placed his hands on the both sides of the small white box, that you failed to notice before, and pulled it up to reveal a nicely sliced piece of birthday cake;

— it was themed after the dorm itself, with deep purple stary frosting covering the outside, light yellow sponge cake with yellow cream and violetish blueberries covering two cuts between the layers inside. The piece was too much for one person but perfect for two. While you were admiring the pastry, which had a magnificent sugary smell, Vil unfolded a napkin and passed you the fork while taking the other one to himself;

— "It was extremely tempting, especially when I witnessed how everyone unanimously agreed that it's a wonderful cake, but I figured that it would taste even better with your company. Though don't get the wrong idea, cake is the only thing I reserved as I did try multiple other tasty dishes. Now we can start eating." he explained, and pointedly looked at you. In turn, you brought your brows together, not understanding what are you supposed to do now. Vil softly signed, "What is that look for? The first bite is for the birthday boy, obviously. You will get your first bite at our wedding soon enough", he sing sung not even break the eye contact, nor his unrestrained heartfelt smile faltering after the proclamation;

— you, on the other side of the table, tried to hide the stupid grin that spread out on your face by shielding your mouth with your free hand, feeling just how warm you face was to the touch. You tilted the fork and pushed downward, effortlessly slicing the tip on the soft sponge cake and carefully scooped the piece up, and just as cautiously slowly brought it closer to Vil. He slightly bended his face up to the fork and took the piece, watching you lightheartedly chuckle to yourself;

— "Ohh...it seems it's even better than I imagined it would be. Care to try it out too, my dear?" and now the fork with second piece had appeared right in front of face. You gingerly ate the treat, instantly feeling the sweetness melting in your mouth. You didn't pay attention at the pleased sound and expression you unconsciously made, nor at how Vil has gotten closer: he resumed his previous pose, left hand propping his chin while his right hand sliced up another piece. "Delicious, isn't it..." the young man's word quietly trailed off. He was practically beaming — the smile that decorated his face never leaving ever since your arrival, half lidded eyes gleaming with happiness, and cheek dusted in pink that mixed with orange light that the setting sun was casting on his face;

— afterwards, both of you finished the cake in turns, saw the sun finally hide away in the forest, but you still chatted away into the night until it was already time to depart. As pleasant as it was, you felt tired and a little chilly. You shivering didn't go unnoticed by Vil, who passed you his jacket and offered to lead you back home. It was his birthday today, and yet he thought of you to the very end;

—so to show how greatful you were, you drew closer to Vil and put your arms around his waist, pulling him into the warm embrace. Not only that, you planted a few kisses on his face and where your lips could reach, finishing off with whispering "Happy birthday, Vil" to his ear in a hushed, soft tone. Without any hesitation he returned the gesture, firstly kissing the corner of your mouth, but the next kiss landing directly to your lips, "And thank you for coming, I'll be waiting for you next year too, but this time, arrive a bit earlier."

[timberfm]

to help learn more about everyone's characters, i thought we could do a meme weekend ! since i was a little late with posting this i'm actually going to extend it to monday. if you would like to participate, just post a link to your ask box on the dashboard ! if you are participating, you are required to send asks to other characters as well. you can send any questions you have or you can use the ask meme below the cut !

taken from here !

OBJECTS.

🚗 CAR — does you have a driver's license? can you drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars?

✈️ AIRPLANE — does you like traveling, or do you consider yourself a more homey person?

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your favorite hobbies?

💍 RING — does you have any piercings? do you want any (more) piercings?

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does you have any tattoos? do you want any (more) tattoos?

🎻 VIOLIN — does you play any instruments?

SYMBOLS.

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does you like? do they listen to music very often?

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about yourself that others may not know.

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — are you a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper?

🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can you swim? do you enjoy swimming?

🚫 PROHIBITED — does you drink/smoke? do you do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

NATURE.

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your favorite holiday?

🐶 DOG FACE — do you have any pets?

🐈 CAT — do you prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your favorite animal?

🐉 DRAGON — what is your favorite mythical creature?

🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is your favorite subject in school?

🌴 PALM TREE — do you have a green thumb? do you enjoy gardening?

🍎 RED APPLE — where were you born? how do you feel about your birthplace?

HEARTS.

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your positive traits?

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your negative traits?

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do you consider the most important to you?

🧡 ORANGE HEART — do you tend to prioritize family or friends?

💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages do you speak? what language(s) are you learning, if any?

💚 GREEN HEART — do you prefer being inside or outside?

FOODS.

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your birthday? how old are you? what are your sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)?

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is your favorite food?

🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is your favorite sweet/dessert?

🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is your favorite ice cream flavor?

🍔 HAMBURGER — are you good at cooking? are you good at baking? which one do you prefer?

🥯 BAGEL — what does your typical breakfast look like? do you usually eat breakfast?

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your favorite alcoholic drink, if you can drink?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does you prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do you like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

PEOPLE.

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your career/general life desires? what do you want to get the most out of life?

😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — are you an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do you let people in easily, or are you more reserved?

🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — are you more logical or emotional?

🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — are you chatty or quiet? are you at ease in social situations, or are you more shy?

🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — are you a planner, or are you more spontaneous in youractions?

😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — are you prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy to keep your cool?

😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — are you open-minded or stubborn? are you inquisitive or do you prefer to keep to your bubble of knowledge?

🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does you get sick easily?

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your immediate family? who in your family are you closest with?

[rags-roleplay-blog]

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits? - Agatha, Red, Miriam

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? - Miriam

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits? - Red

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? - Agatha, Red

💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any? - Red

💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world? - Agatha

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust? - Miriam

🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars? - Miriam, Red

✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person? - Agatha

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? - Red

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)? - Agatha, Miriam

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)? - Red

🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities? - Agatha, Miriam, Red

🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type? - Agatha

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? - Red

😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved? - Agatha

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? - Agatha

🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional? - Miriam

🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy? - Red

🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions? - Miriam

😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool? - Miriam

😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge? - Agatha

😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone? - Red

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family? - Red

🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? - Miriam, Red, Agatha

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday? - Red

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal? - Red

🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? - Red

🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school? - Miriam

🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace? - Agatha

🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer? - Red

🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast? - Agatha

🥪 SANDWICH — what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch? - Agatha

🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner? - Agatha

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? - Miriam

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)? - Red, Miriam

HOLY SHIT THANK THAT’S A LOT-

I AM GONNA TRY TO DO AS MANY OF THESE AS I CAN

I’m only answering for one character per prompt though sorry-

Red heart: Agatha is super energetic, passionate about her work, and just a general delight to be around.

White heart: Miriam will throw others under the bus if it means she gets to live. She also is super rude and very fear-driven.

Broken heart: Red is a bit of an airhead at times. She’s also very sensitive and takes things personally often.

Heart with arrow: Skip

Yellow heart: Red only knows English.

Blue heart: Nah, Agatha is a normal person. People can’t really use magic anymore.

Miriam: Not directly.

Car: none of my characters can drive lmao

Airplane: AGATHA FUCKING LOVES TRAVELING FOR HER RESEARCH

Video game controller: Red fucking LOVES writing, playing, and sharing music with others. Her hobby is music. Also she likes urban exploring.

Books: Agatha is currently going for her bachelor’s in anthropology.

Violin: Red can play drums, bass, guitar, keyboard, and triangle.

Bandage: m8 everyone I create is autistic. But Miriam has PTSD.

Blood: skip, this is very specific lmao

Smile: Red wants to get to a point where she can make money by performing the songs she writes.

Confounded face: Agatha LOVES people. She’s an anthropologist! She kind of has to! But people are often overwhelmed by how energetic she is and tend to write off her research as conspiracy theories.

Monocle: Agatha does this thing when she gets excited where she bends her knees up and down and like- bounces in place. It’s fucking adorable.

Nerd emoji (I’m sorry that’s what it is): Red is chatty but she has trouble feeling any sort of connection with other people most of the time. Also she doesn’t really follow social cues so she doesn’t get to talk to people for longer than like 2 minutes before they get annoyed.

Starry eyes: Miriam does what she has to do in the moment. She never planned for any of this. She’s good at thinking on her feet, which is good because it’s how she’s survived for this long.

I CAN’T DO ALL OF THESE I’M SORRY THERE ARE TOO MANY BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY CHARACTERS

[p0rkbun]

About your scream oc (sorry if they are to much)

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool?

😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends?

💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday?

🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school?

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒.

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒.

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?

no they're not too much! I love for you to send me as much as you want , it's perfect 🥹 ♡ link for ask game feel free to ask more!!

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

All alexis wants is just to live and have a stable life, she's a overworking college student and intern.

😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool?

Okay alexis has anxiety issues but she keeps that to herself, she's easily stressed but she tries her hardest to not show it to people.

😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

I gotta tell ya and it's sad, Alexis is usually excluded from people even if it's her intention or not. She isn't the best to seek out people either. It's sad but she's used to that all of her life, though it did get better when she met Tara.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

For those who don't know, she's roman bridger's biological daughter! And she's Sidney's and Jill's technical niece too. Her biological mother died from after she was born and she was taken in by Gale and Dewey. She's very close with Dewey. She's completely cut off from her bio mother's relatives though, but there's a reason for that 🤫

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

smart, empathetic and kind

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

Reserved, doesn't talk about her feelings and indifferent

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

She has a questionable mindset of things, short-tempered and paranoid.

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

Friends and family, she cherishes them a lot, she would get stabbed and be like "my mom's gonna be terrified" the whole time, not paying attention about herself.

🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends?

Her friends are her family, she doesn't really have anyone else anymore execpt Gale and the core four.

💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

Outside

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday?

Halloween and christmas!

🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school?

She liked learning chemistry and biology, even if she's struggled with them a bit.

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Okay this is fun let's start🤭

1/. She changed her last name "riley weathers" to "williams" because she felt like it fitted her more. 2/. She has been through an identity crisis twice, first when she found out she's roman's daughter and secondly which is currently after scream five. 3/. There''s an au i created where alexis doesn't have her sanity intact (not getting into details yet), thus being ghostface and her birth name being Lexi Bridger. There's a lot more to this au than the og plot of alexis and funny thing is i think about this au more lol. (I would like to explain this au but i'm shy 🙈)

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

She smokes rarely, it only be when she's at her lowest. She does it frequently in scream 6. She doesn't drink alcohol usually, only does it when at a special occasion.

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

Alexis currently is a college student majoring in psychology and is an intern for assistant investigative officer (at the same time). Back in high school, she was student council for two years and a manager for woodsboro football team for awhile until she became a senior.

🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?

AB :)

there's more i have to put but i feel like yall would not like to read all of that besides im waiting for you to ask first :3

[lovelymapah]

💌about me

 steadyobservationrunaway-blog

🐰- do you believe in soul mates?

Idk atp

💌- diary or journal?

Diary 4ever

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

Cher Horowitz (clueless)

💕- are you crushing on someone?

YES YES YES

💋- kissing in the dark or kissing in the rain?

darkness if it is w pation, rain if it's sad

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis

👑🍭🌷💌🔪 ig

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

My first kiss, the day I met that one guy, Ruede Pues

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

Lavender

💖- have you ever been in love?

Too many times

🍰- strawberry or vanilla?

Vanilla but not in bed lol

🍯- describe your favorite smell

Idk just lavender or a guys sweet perfume

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

Have my 4th dimension bubble, to be good at maths, money

🍪- cookie dough or cookies?

Cookie dough!!!!

☕- coffee or tea?

Capuccino

🍃- would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies?

FOREST WITH FAIRIES I LOVE FAIRIES

🍂- what’s your middle name?

Paula

💫- what is your sun, moon, and rising sign?

Libra (sun), gemini (moon), Virgo (rising)

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

Write, cry, have videocalls

🍭- how tall are you?

1,65? idk

💒- which show would you want to live in?

Sylvanian families

🎄- what is your favorite holiday?

Christmas

🍦- what scented candle is your favorite?

Lavender

🎶- favorite song right now?

Sweet boi - Chevy

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

Food, princess/baby treatment, making me nervous

🍩- current mood?

Confused, a little sad

❄️- what is your favorite season?

Spring

💍- your current relationship status?

Single

📷- a photo of yourself

💅🏻- do you like being spoiled?

YES YES YES YES YES

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

Drink water, write on my diary every important message I have to send, calm the little kids when they are crying

🦄- how do you perceive yourself?

I'm a lover girl who is very sensitive and has a really big inner child, i'm demanding until I realize that I can lose someone, i'm very special with everyone and I love that

🦋- how do you think others perceive you?

Cute but difficult to manage

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

curly or long hair, red cheecks, appearing innocent but not being it

🍓- one secret about yourself

I like to shoplift

🍒- how do you act when you have a crush?

Obsessed

💔- the reason behind your last breakup?

ask him lol @surrrf

💬- what your last text message says?

"Yo quiero ir"

🎥- what show are you currently binging on?

Last season of brba, blue lock w/ @estupideces-varias

⛅- what is your morning routine?

Cry, maybe eat talk to @estupideces-varias and that's all

💗- who do you miss?

He knows

🥀- last time you cried?

like half an hour ago

🎁- when is your birthday?

10/10 just like me

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

Not felling real on a panick attack while my dad was screaming behind the locked door of the bathroom where I was with a lot of blancox on the floor lol

💤- date someone younger, older, or same age as you?

on fantasies much older, in real life the same age

🎀- any question you want

~~Not mine

[gisxlles]

MEME WEEKEND ! ask me anything. (ask meme from main under the cut)

OBJECTS.

🚗 CAR — does you have a driver's license? can you drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars?

✈️ AIRPLANE — does you like traveling, or do you consider yourself a more homey person?

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your favorite hobbies?

💍 RING — does you have any piercings? do you want any (more) piercings?

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does you have any tattoos? do you want any (more) tattoos?

🎻 VIOLIN — does you play any instruments?

SYMBOLS.

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does you like? do they listen to music very often?

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about yourself that others may not know.

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — are you a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper?

🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can you swim? do you enjoy swimming?

🚫 PROHIBITED — does you drink/smoke? do you do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

NATURE.

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your favorite holiday?

🐶 DOG FACE — do you have any pets?

🐈 CAT — do you prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your favorite animal?

🐉 DRAGON — what is your favorite mythical creature?

🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is your favorite subject in school?

🌴 PALM TREE — do you have a green thumb? do you enjoy gardening?

🍎 RED APPLE — where were you born? how do you feel about your birthplace?

HEARTS.

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your positive traits?

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your negative traits?

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do you consider the most important to you?

🧡 ORANGE HEART — do you tend to prioritize family or friends?

💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages do you speak? what language(s) are you learning, if any?

💚 GREEN HEART — do you prefer being inside or outside?

FOODS.

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your birthday? how old are you? what are your sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)?

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is your favorite food?

🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is your favorite sweet/dessert?

🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is your favorite ice cream flavor?

🍔 HAMBURGER — are you good at cooking? are you good at baking? which one do you prefer?

🥯 BAGEL — what does your typical breakfast look like? do you usually eat breakfast?

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your favorite alcoholic drink, if you can drink?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does you prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do you like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

PEOPLE.

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your career/general life desires? what do you want to get the most out of life?

😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — are you an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do you let people in easily, or are you more reserved?

🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — are you more logical or emotional?

🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — are you chatty or quiet? are you at ease in social situations, or are you more shy?

🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — are you a planner, or are you more spontaneous in youractions?

😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — are you prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy to keep your cool?

😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — are you open-minded or stubborn? are you inquisitive or do you prefer to keep to your bubble of knowledge?

🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does you get sick easily?

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your immediate family? who in your family are you closest with?

[sadtonight]

"In the dead of night... crimson lines are to stain my raiment..." — Part two

Summary: (unspecified none modern au) is there any sensations of dread in his presence? What about calmness? Being aware of what he is...of what your immortal lover could do to you if pushed to extremes? It's easier to bask in the imaginary warmth that his body can't radiate;

Characters: Pomefiore;

Warnings: moderate description of gore, description of blood consumption, reader is gender neutral, established romantic relationships;

Side notes: very proud of this work!! No idea if it's due to generally feeling happy for some time or because of coming to terms with my art, its imperfections and more or less satisfactory results. I got extremely carried away if you couldn't tell ha ha...

Vil

— unremarkable, without distinct fashion sense and devoid of any significant talent. Harsh and cruel thoughts directed at you that Vil tried to water down as much as he could. Thanks to meeting an absurd amount of individuals in his centuries long life, it was becoming increasingly harder and harder to separate each and every identity from one another when they all acted and appeared the same;

— you were not an exception, if anything you were confirming his forming distaste of mortals. But Vil Schoenheit wouldn't be himself if he didn't gave you a chance to redeem yourself in his eyes by showing the tiniest, vaguest sign of potential. And to his both dismay and astonishment, you didn't even need to lift a finger but to be yourself for him to feel already forgotten feeling on fondness. Vil didn't believe in pure luck without any effort, thus it was about time to test you;

— after newfound knowledge sinked in, you contemplated on what to do next. The job was well paying for the workload you received, given you were not to be eaten at some point. Surely, if you came up to any of the boys, especially the owner, to announce your resignation, their voices alone could freeze you in place. Couldn't you just not come to work? Too dangerous with what you had found out...

— amidst your pondering, you missed several coughs coming from annoyed male near you. Vil had to gently tilt your face to face him and not his old portrait, making your eyes shot up in fright. Now that he had your undivided attention, he explained to that he needed a hand in testing his new line of beauty products made out of ingredients shipped from far away countries;

— that was not the first and definitely not the last time he requested your assistance. Initially you couldn't feel anything but needles of fear prod into your body when you were so close to the vampire: the beautiful male kept leaning in, saying something that never reached your ears to the fullest extent, your mind preoccupied with white shiny fangs that would make themselves known every time Vil parted his purple lips a bit more than usual;

— oh how you wished to never hear his voice, dripping with honey, singing unfamiliar yet delightful songs above your head while he combed your hair. To never listen to his insanely engaging stories from attending gatherings, balls, dinners, weddings, birthdays and funerals while you were walking in his well-kept garden full of poisonous, lovely flowers;

— it wasn't new to Vil, however painful to you. He wasn't oblivious or ignorant of your sufferings nor of what knowledge you possessed — your quickened pulse gave you away. He had all time in the world, yet same can't be said about you. So he finally confessed: his feelings, his true age, his preferences for blood and distaste for alcohol, his many scripts and scenarios he published and so much more;

— despite Vil talking, it was you who experienced catharsis. It wasn't his vampiric charm after all, flashed in your mind for a split second, as you crushed into his body, him enveloping you with his arms. On man's end, however, doubts begun to settle in: would he regret it? So many lovers had passed away, only for him to lose another one in a blink of an eye right before him again;

— if beauty and perfection took great continuous effort, if love was to be painful, Vil was ready to face it head on. He didn't find his vampirism to be an obstacle, rather one of his assets. The air of eternal nocturnal beauty added more than took away. Regrettably, this came with its set of glaring issues, the most offensive not being able to see his reflection, to see himself. Vil spend years looking for the right painters and sculptors that could recreate the image of himself he faintly remembered, gripping the fleeting memory when it threaten to escape his mind;

— that's why the beautiful male ate up any praise coming from you: he would never outright admit his helpless before your words, not if you point it out. He may exude the air of haughtiness, acting lordly while you describe favourite features of his body, meanwhile if he weren't grasping the arm of his plush violet throne, he would leap right into your arms and crush you from the intense exhilaration he hasn't felt in a very, very long time. The man did not need any flattery come from anyone other than you, safe for his trusted assistant;

— for his dedication to keeping the beauty he could no longer fully indulge in, despite not being able to eat the fruit of his own and collective labour, Vil still took care of himself heavily relying on the many portraits to better his looks. You became his main outlet for applying makeup and doing hairstyles, sewing clothes and composing outfits, for posing with him to a new line of portraits, which now also featured you;

— the male enjoyed seeing you marvel in his presence, loved to trace his cold fingers across your body making your shiver, adored watching his hickeys bloom purple on your skin, feverishly worshipped you verbally and non-verbally when he was given an invitation to feed of you. Vil was your special someone, and in return you were his — the male was utterly obsessed, wanting to drag you to dance with him at every given moment;

— Vil knew better than to treat you badly though. The chimney was finally working, and warm delicious food from the best chefs was served. Doctor's appointments were a must, just like healthy lifestyle and normal human sleep schedule. What? Don't say you believe that by being in relationship with a vampire gave you the rights to stay up late at night? No, dear, Vil will stay until he is sure you have fallen asleep, meanwhile reading you a story, laying underneath the covers with you or just watching drowsiness overtake you.

Rook

— the next day after hearing Epel's story, you unwillingly clocked in to your work at 7 p.m., closed the main doors and before you fully turned around you were immediately greeted by the most dangerous man of the three — Rook Hunt. He sung his usual 'Bonjour, mon auxiliaire!' and winked at you. Yet it was too early for him to show up, which raised your suspicions, thus you wondered out loud if he wasn't planning to go hunting tonight;

— the male's face darkened: it was his hat casting extra shadows to his eyes than it usually did, smile jerking angularly further for a millisecond but expression remaining all the same. Rook was satisfied by your observation paired up with alertness and came clean about not going to hunt now, deciding to do so later... after you were finished, because he intended to take you along with him to hunt;

— you could feel sweat form on your palms and breath hitching in your throat. Dead meat...you were dead meat! You protested, arguing that you were always terribly tired after work and had errands to take care of in the early morning following day. Alas, your excuses fell flat on the man's ears, he assured you that there was nothing to fear as he was to accompany you during the little night randevu;

— the information only fueled your panicked state and before you could protest any longer Rook told you that he would be waiting for you here when time would come, vanishing into the grand mansion. Work didn't help you lift your spirit to which you would soon be bidding good-byes. Without a doubt, he knew you knew of his true nature. He was devilishly perceptive and equally crafty with his expressions, knowing his way around words. After all, Rook took care of the mansion and it's residents, 'protecting the house from pests which resided in wilderness and roamed city streets' as he called it;

— he was definitely going to murder you, hunt you down like an animal in the dark woods. You shivered. The window in the room you were in had been closed, but now it was wide opened. You would scream in terror and pain but nothing would come out. The dust cloth rubbed same spot over and over. The portrait didn't even belong to Vil nor Epel. Because, your throat would be torn by Rook's sharp vampiric teeth, his face covered in your warm crimson fluid. Your eyes darted to the side. The grand clock showed 11:35 p.m. Tears would stream down your tintless cheeks and Rook would laugh and lick them off with his cold tongue. It was almost time to clock out, you thought;

— there was a gap in your memory: right now it was almost midnight, you were tailing close behind Rook, avoiding tree roots and trying to navigate in darkness but you swore you were tending to a portrait moments ago. Strangely, you felt nothing, pure emptiness, as if you accepter your looming doom. Crispy cold night air and white crystal snow would be a pleasant sight to behold. At least your demise would come from a handsome man in a picturesque place, you morbidly deadpanned in your mind;

— then all of the sudden, you arrived to a cliff side, overlooking the whole city, big bewitching full moon lighting up the forest. Rook signed in content and sat on a withered tree trunk, looking with fondness into the scenery. He begun telling a well-known city legend about monster hunters who chased away creatures that were threatening humans. The family was secretive, yet so prominent that upon seeing them carry out their duty, folk would utter 'the Hunts' in relief under their breath;

— even in your mentally petrified state, you could put two and two together. Rook, however, stopped on his tracks and casted a look at you. In a soft voice he told you that even though he became what he swore to eliminate, his love for humanity never once wavered, declaring that he would never deliberately hurt an innocent living soul... Especially you, by whom he admittedly was wholly smitten with. So he hoped you could put faith in possibility of you becoming lovers, even for much a short while;

— with time you dealt with your fear and apprehension, trying to get used to him being a vampire, reciprocating his feelings. Rook of course in his playful manner would play jokes on you, chasing you around or ordering to surrender yourself to him. Needless to say, your human side was more precious than his fleeting desires: if he was in need of blood, he would catch himself a rabbit, but the male often would trace his fangs along your unclothed flesh, just to keep you on your toes;

— despite having years behind his back, he never lost interest in his hobbies, going as far as to adopt new opens over time. But strolling in the city or visiting pubs, museums and theatres were things he also wanted you to experience for yourself in the great depth. All the while having your warm soft hand intertwined with his! Rook loved touching your alive body and in fact occasionally removed his leather gloves just to feel warmth underneath his palms and fingers;

— oh but how he loved hugging you from behind! To wrap his arms behind you, push your frame into himself as close as possible, and feel your quick or steady heartbeat. For a few sweet moments Rook imagined that he was mortal again, that you together were one whole living, breathing being. Inseparable by time and circumstances and very fate itself. The man was truly filled with gratitude for the gift of vampirism that his master bestowed upon him, enabling to meet someone dear as you.

Epel

— something that has barely changed ever since the great reveal was your attitude towards Epel: although he was a nocturnal bloodsucking creature, that could most likely kill you with a swing of its arm, the boy barely induced any terror or dread, so you were spending all your free time at the mansion in his company, becoming good friends in the process;

— for once, lilac haired male felt relief instead of contempt towards his overall appearance which failed to instill fear into mortals upon one look alone. Vil and Rook told him countless times that vampires usually are not defined by their atrocious outward form unlike good chunk of other monstrous entities, but rather by theirs eery resemblance to humans that was used to lure in and control foolish victims;

— however, Epel wasn't the most patient when it came to his vampiric side. Naturally, he was honing his acquired skills and yet his strength falling short when it came to displaying it. Don't get him wrong, he still couldn't look at how Rook would slash local transgressors with his talons without feeling bitter bile coming up to his throat. Or not flinching when Vil ruthlessly berated editor of the printing house for making minor typographic mistakes, making generally indifferent workers suddenly fall to their knees and plead for forgiveness;

— the boy desired to be and to look reliable and dependable, so that people would confide in him for their issues. His family always brushed Epel off, never acknowledging his contribution. That's precisely why he chased after Vil with whom he fought and with the help of whom he could be powerful enough to protect his loved ones. That's why he became the actor, not because he wanted to earn the title of 'the fairest of the theater' instead of Neige, but because that way Vil would grant him what Epel restlessly wished for;

— unfortunately, his family's way of thinking cost them their lives and apple farm, which was burned down by spiteful debt collectors, and cost Epel his old carefree life. It all became pointless: the stage, the vampires, the shiny red apples still unharvested from remaining unburned trees that were supposed to be props for Vil's plays. In spite of the boy not keeping his end of the barging, Vil considered himself guilty of not aiding the male earlier, thus taking him into his mansion where he taught young vampire spawn how to keep living;

— many years had passed and Epel was yet to find meaning in his existence. He would try to distract himself in the apple orchard, carving things with his pen knife from the fruit, something he vaguely remembered his father showing him how to do. Initially, nothing good came out so the boy quickly discarded the activity in favour of playing with neighborhood kids, only adopting it as a hobby again following his dad's passing and apples not being eaten after the performance;

—the dilemma haunted the poor male for all this existence: he could never show his self to anyone or make anyone not take him for granted. The last drop that toppled the vase was Epel's crush on you: friendliness grew into attraction, where he would eagerly awaiting your next working day, writing you letters in the beautiful handwriting that he was learning from Vil and considering visiting you on the weekends at night at some point;

— you liked his appearance, which he was fine with, and returned some of the gestures, however regarding them coming from politeness rather than strong feelings. At first he thought the fault was due to him being a vampire, but from the looks of it, you could care less. The purple haired boy needed to express his feelings more directly, and there was no better way of doing so than to perform them, at least that's what Rook told him to do;

— Epel didn't have many choices to pick from, thus with a pain-filled wince he selected the perfect romance play that didn't make him gag upon reciting the lines. He sent you an invitation through Rook, to come to where your first meeting occurred. When you arrived, you saw Epel stand on the stage with resolve reading in his body language. The performance was very animated and emotional, Epel delivering his lines with unfeigned authenticity, earning a sigh from Vil and a chuckle from Rook who were concealed in the shadows;

— Epel finished by professing his love for you instead of the characters from the play. You were moved by the boy's performance and dedication to the acting, so you agreed to go out with him and got up to the stage to pecked him on the cheek. The action triggered Epel to change back into his country self, easily picking you up and spinning you around in the air, saying something you somewhat recognised and laughing so hard it brought him to tears;

— ever since that night, the master of the mansion and his assistant would nag and prod the petite boy to properly behave around you and keep his vampiric tendencies in check. The truth was that one of the first things Epel asked you to do once you were officially in the romantic relationship was to let him get a taste of your blood. There was no way of saying 'no' to the doe eyed male, thus you tagged your sweater to the side to reveal your exposed neck, inviting him in. You came to regret that decision when Epel not only painfully bit into the flesh but also spilt over some of your blood onto your clothes;

— sometimes he would be dignified, refined lover who happened to be a vampire, and sometimes he would cling to your side and beg you for affection, trying to convince you by using his natural and unnatural charms. The second instances, however, were truly making you feel kind of scared when he managed to order you around like a doll. Epel would never turn his ability against you though, because he was there to protect you and make you the happiest human in the whole world.

[sadtonight]

"A myth no more" — Part One

Summary: (unspecified none modern au) you are involved with one of the most dangerous monsters that appear very much human at first glance: vampiric creatures who act and exist as if they are ordinary mortals, among the living. You are yet to understand the gravity of your situation...

Characters: Pomefiore;

Warnings: none yet, reader is gender neutral, pre-established relationships;

Side notes: part one?! That's right, because it will be too long to handle if I were to put everything in one post lol. This is more of an introduction while next part is romance (and moderate gore!). Even though the character stories are separated, they share information between themselves. I really really enjoyed writing this work, hopefully you will enjoy reading it too. Happy Halloween!!

Vil

— in the snowy parts of the land of Pyroxene, within thriving, big, but up in the years city, right near it's heart, there was a grand, stone mansion with a tall garden in the backyard, standing in the continuous slumber: no-one knew for sure who was occupying the building since the residents rarely left their home in broad daylight. A few maids, gardeners, painters and other people came and go, so sprouting rumors surrounding the house was one of the most favourite activities of the city folk to pass the time;

— hearing rumours is one thing, but believing them is another. With that thought in mind, you stuffed newspapers back into your shoulder bag and looked at mansion again. This was your workplace from now on, the job you found in the papers had promised to be simple. All you had to do was to take care of the paintings, in likes of dusting and wiping them with special chemicals, even ordering new frames if previous ones have gotten severely damaged;

— the sun was setting, while you passed by main clock tower minutes ago it showed that it was almost 7 pm. Thus, it must be time for you to come in. You knocked on the door, the wood making unfamiliar sounds due to it's old age, and waited for my signs of movement which never came. Instead, the door quietly creaked and revealed itself open. It was cold outside and yet it seemed way colder inside the house, windows covered with huge, heavy curtains making shadows thicken into black lumps of darkness with chimney most likely not being ignited for month if not years;

— you made your way further into the mansion until you reached what appeared to be the main room: huge stained glass window depicting an apple branch in purple hues, two curved marble staircases on the sides, and a majestic throne. On that throne there was a figure, lounging with utmost elegance and grace, one leg on the other, right arm holding chalice with turbid looking red wine, left resting on the throne arm and head raised highly but not to the point of causing any discomfort;

— it was truly beautiful, as if you were looking at the royalty, starting from the pose, the refined costume, the shining, golden hair accessory resembling a crown that was resting in neatly braided head and finishing with fading sunlight from the window pouring colours onto the individual from behind, highlighting all the best qualities of the person;

— alas your awe was abruptly ended by modulated voice laced with arrogance and impatience questioning you for the reasoning of your arrival;

— that first meeting didn't set you on good terms at all: the owner of the house was a fair young looking man called Vil Schoenheit, who happened to have a huge ego if someone were to ask you. He thoroughly instructed you on how to properly behave in his mansion, as if you were nothing but an unmannered child, giving you set of rules that were absent from the job description. They included undressing from all upper clothes like coats with scarfs and hats, washing your hands several times per stay, not touching anything unless it is absolutely necessary, closing doors, windows and curtains if opened and other rules;

— the first impression was set in stone upon noticing the amount of painting in the mansion. You were absolutely sure that there would be from ten to twenty paintings, however, by far you have never seen so many works displayed in one place. Yet the strangest thing about the paintings was the fact that nearly each and every single one of them was portraying owner himself. You were utterly dumbstruck when Vil opened the door to one of rooms, for it only to be stacked to the ceiling with portraits and frames;

— male found your reaction to be entertaining and even gave you a small, yet filled with mockery chuckle: "With that amount of workload, I do not expect you to finish even in a mere week. Although you may also prove me wrong, which I highly doubt, fu fu fu~" were the words that made you feel warmth, no, hotness spread all over your body after freezing during the house tour for over an hour without your outside clothes;

— the incredible temptation to just turn around and slam the doors behind was something you were fighting against before even setting foot into the building, however now you couldn't tear your eyes from his alluring face for some reason. Maybe it had to do with Vil's eyes: they were light purple, along with slightly vertical black pupils entrapping you, forcing you to keep looking into them. You mind screamed for you to refuse working with this man, yet your lips moved in acceptance, sealing the deal;

Rook

— no person working alongside you in the house could match the man who went by the name Rook Hunt, who was Vil's person assistant. He frequently wore a wide, close-lipped smile with suspicious looking green eyes, bearing a striking resemblance to a fox. Furthermore, Rook acted like one: he was elusive and stealthy, creeping up to the house stuff, watching them do their jobs with genuine curiousity, never once leaving the shadows to intervene;

— Vil waited for the man to show up after calling out his name to introduce you two, however, there was no response, prompting tall male to make a comment about Rook 'playing for too long with his prey again', whatever that meant. Some time later, he finally arrived, breaking out from his usual hiding, scaring you in the process while you were focused on the work, and started to sing you and the portrait before you praises;

— the weirdest part was that he knew exactly who painted each work and when, gushing and criticising the end results. And he didn't fail to mention you: how he recognizes the music that you quietly hummed or that the chemicals were not suitable for the paint anymore, since they were no longer fresh. There was no way he could know the song from your local chorus and yet here Rook was, reciting it like like he was the one who composed it. Or if the chemicals were already expired, because it could be determined only via the absence of a faint smell, however the bottles were always closed, near your hands if not straight up in your bag;

— afterwards, you never dared to talk to him first or ask any questions that were not regarding your job, opting for minding your own business, which was much appreciated. One day, though, due to sheer curiosity you approached the man with an iconic purple hat, which he was allowed to wear inside the mansion for some reason, when he was walking out of the printing house with a book in the blue covers;

— that's when Rook deliberately revealed something about himself: apart from poems and art, he was deeply infatuated with plays and scenarios of them. He was currently holding a seventh edition of the critically and audience acclaimed scenario of one of the plays Neige LeBlanche composed — he was a famous scriptwriter and actor, who succumbed to illness in the young age. Despite being dead for almost a century, he was still popular with his light-hearted and lovely stories and plays;

— in Rook's usual manner, he started talking about how spectacularly Neige looked on stage and how he adored the male's sweet smile when Rook gifted him poems of his own making and white rose bouquets. Flowers which green eyed man could no longer hold and that were prohibited to bring to Vil's mansion;

— every encounter brought new questions to the table to already existing ones: how come this man could attend Neige's performances if the actor was long dead? If you recalled correctly, you once or twice heard Vil scold Rook for saying that name and mentioning 'a failure of that evening performance'. Addressing anything was futile, you only got a wiggling, gloved index finger paired up with a calm phrase: "Non non, my dear auxiliaire. That information is best to keep concealed away from your ears. The queen of our little kingdom which we faithfully serve is still aching for the memory alone! Let us not disturb him, alright?"

Epel

—as per usual, you wandered around the house, checking if the doors and windows were closed, paintings glistening and order intact. Last stop was a huge dinning room area with small-scale stage and a grand white piano. The door was ajar, thus just as you were about to close it, you heard someone reciting lines, likely from a play that you have never heard of, from the inside;

— you peeked through the small opening, and in the purple hued darkness of the night, seeping through the window, you saw a beautiful girl in an equally beautiful yet androgynous attire move and talk, as if she was performing in the theatre before the audience with other actors. The girl was flowing with the script until she begun faltering, pacing up and down, trying to make out what the script was saying in the dark until finally giving up on performing, letting out a sigh and calling out for you to come in already;

— you were bewildered as to how she saw you in nearly complete lack of light that surrounded the door, but came in as ordered nonetheless. When you approached the girl you took a note of her sad eyes, which were shining with tears that she tried to hold in, and small, lean stature, making her overall appearance similar to a doll . Young lady introduced herself in a brittled, small voice as 'Apple', which confused you, because you expected a delicate girl like her to have more 'exquisite' name;

— upon hearing the word 'girl' assigned to him, Epel let out a surprised low bark and started denying being female, slipping up and revealing his county accent by accident. He immediately gone quiet, looking around the room until he was sure that no-one was coming, presumably waiting for the owner or his personal assistant to show up uninvited;

— the two of you sat together on the stage, fire from your lantern being the only source of light in the huge, empty, cold dinning room. The boy broke the silence by awkwardly complaining about the role he was given, saying that Vil never gave him a 'strong character' roles. It caught your interest, so you asked in what sense of strong did Epel mean, souring his mood due to being reminded of hearing the same question but from Vil and Rook. He didn't have the firm answer to that yet, so he decided to change the subject;

— Epel Felmier was a full time gardener, taking care of tiny apple orchard that Vil owned, and also an amateur actor, though from what you gathered he apparently couldn't perform in any play outside of the mansion, surprisingly the fact not fazing him in the slightest. Lavender haired male didn't show plenty of enthusiasm, unlike Rook, in plays to which he replied that he did what he did solely for Vil and him only, since acting wasn't something he entirely enjoyed, rather preferring to play games with kids outside, which he really missed because he couldn't go out in the day;

— Epel did look sickly with his inhumanly pale skin, hallowed eyes and purplish lips, traits that also followed Vil along with Rook, so you assumed that they were suffering from the same illness, not an uncommon sight in cold Pyroxene areas. He gave your words some thought, before saying something that made your feel literal chill crawl your body: "An illness? It's more of a curse, with all this immortality and restrictions if you ask me. One day though, when I get as strong as master Vil and Rook or even stronger, I will be able to finally go outside on the sun....Hmm? Eh? Don't tell me you didn't know what we are...?"