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deercountry2022-10-09 09:38 pm
entreats) wrote in deercountry2022-10-09 09:38 pm
(mostly open) oh this love would kill me
Who: Ange, Ruby, and you!
What: Ruby and Ange's wedding, and all their CR is invited!
When: Late October
Where: The rebuilt Clockhouse
Content Warnings: Semi-irresponsible weapon usage.
Sometime around the beginning of October invitations would have started to be sent out to the various people in Trench Ange and Ruby know - announcing the two girls' wedding at the end of the month.
When the day itself comes, people will find the location - the newly rebuilt Clockhouse, which some of the invitees may have helped rebuild in the first place - tastefully decorated. Some of the house's stranger features have been covered up by decorations in red and gold, mostly taking on the shapes of roses and butterflies all over the place.
What: Ruby and Ange's wedding, and all their CR is invited!
When: Late October
Where: The rebuilt Clockhouse
Content Warnings: Semi-irresponsible weapon usage.
Sometime around the beginning of October invitations would have started to be sent out to the various people in Trench Ange and Ruby know - announcing the two girls' wedding at the end of the month.
When the day itself comes, people will find the location - the newly rebuilt Clockhouse, which some of the invitees may have helped rebuild in the first place - tastefully decorated. Some of the house's stranger features have been covered up by decorations in red and gold, mostly taking on the shapes of roses and butterflies all over the place.
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It really is, right? After all, here Ange is sitting. Married, for one, which is already one of those things she just never even imagined for herself, if not just because she couldn't even envision a single future for herself at all. And then there's this witch of all people sitting here with her, patting her on the arm like that, smiling warmly.
If Ange didn't know any better, she'd say she was just dreaming a really strange and long dream.
But it's not a dream. ]
What's up with you.. [ It's not a real protest though. Not in the way Ange would usually protest to Beatrice of all people, anyway, when they usually don't hold back on bothering each other in the most catty ways.
No, this is mumbled. She's pouting, a hint of a blush on her cheeks, even though she ducks her head a little to try and hide it. ]
Suddenly saying sappy things like that.
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You're family. I'm allowed to celebrate the happiness of my family on a day so dear to them, aren't I?
[ Okay, that might have been too much of a tease. Reel it in. ]
Besides, Battler has gotten to see you happy and content. That alone is enough reason for me, when we should by all rights have already exited the story.
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[ -- so as to leave stories resting in the past, she means, of course. At first she thought that perhaps these places were like that, when she spent a year and a half in Deerington without even a single person from her world showing up there, but ever since she's traveled to Trench.. well, this place sure has proven her wrong in that belief.
These places will just drag in anyone, if their current track record is saying anything. ]
This is a different story altogether.
[ One where even Ange can find love, and a semi-normal life. One where Battler and Beatrice live on, despite that book having been closed years upon years ago in Ange's own time. ]
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[ Beatrice agrees with that perhaps too easily, but it's so obvious that denying it seems foolish. In their original story, could they ever have reconciled? Could they have ever had this conversation? Would they sit here, calm and happy and needling each other over the Battler they both love more than they dare to speak? ]
I've not been in a story where I know so little about what comes next before, to tell the truth. It's a little terrifying. Exciting, though.
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Well, that's how humans live.
[ Granted, Beatrice isn't human. The other is a personification of that witch, after all - way too many concepts rolled up into one figure, a legend, wish, desire and fear given shape. But that doesn't matter to this place, and Ange knows it. They're all equal in the eyes of Trench.
For better or worse. ]
Welcome to our level.
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[ Beatrice smiiiiles, one of her too-wide, too-eager grins that seems to take up her whole face all at once. A reminder of the fact that she's not human, not in the least. ]
Dear Ange, you've been on my level all along. You're the inheritor of the title of Golden Witch. Where else could you be but my level?
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[ It says something about how used Ange is to Beatrice - granted, she was used to this side of the witch for way longer already, ages before she arrived in Trench - that her tone doesn't even noticably change. Even in the face of the way the other looks right now, her tone is still so calm.
Like they're having a totally normal casual discussion about a trivial thing, rather than some philosophical conversation about being either a human or a witch. ]
I didn't really start to feel much like a witch until I ended up here. [ Until her powers seemed to grow. ] And even now.. I still feel way more like a human.
[ Though that's about to change, even if Ange doesn't know it.
Maybe she's actually jinxing herself here in this very moment. ]