Flandre Scarlet
@fearfulflan.bsky.social
A vampire, doing her best to come out of her shell. // #THRP // #MVRP (In lieu of pinned: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MLuYdZ9M1KgX4IxQssNgy4SFI4HvU6APMx3bUxkDFq8/edit?usp=sharing) [[Writer: Citrus.]] (Everything here is temporary.)
The one in red and white.... you refused to yield, even as I succumbed to myself. You must truly be fearless..... I hope we meet again. I do apologize for the inconvenience, nonetheless.
(Were I able, I would dance. A twirling gavotte, a jagged tango. Alas, within myself, I dance for an audience of none.)
Do you, by any chance, remember me? I remember the first time I met you every single day. I believe this was fate.
How strange. How interesting. My sister is here. A much younger one. Am I still the younger, then....?
[[Rethinking her speech patterns. She was originally meant to just be sort of empty-sounding, with formal enough mannerisms to make her a little creepy.]]
The owner of the black hat.... I would like to know your name. I see you in my dreams sometimes, but I cannot recall ever seeing your face. Who are you....? I must know.
Marisa Kirisame.... how long it has been since we've last met.
Were something like that to come along, why, I.... I think I could finally feel free.
The other versions of myself..... they're absolutely right. Destruction without challenge is pointless. But it is a challenge I want dearly.
From where exactly does my family hail.....? Sister tells me we come from Romania, but I find myself taking her word with a grain of salt.
In the new year.... I think I'd like to be more open. Hopefully that is more than a pipe dream....
The birth of the little prophet.... I am unsure whether anyone here would even celebrate it. Still an excuse for revelry, I suppose.
(Four voices of a kind ring out easily over the treetops, a somber carol on a frozen night.)
That woe is me, poor child, for thee And ever mourn and may For thy parting neither say nor sing "Bye bye, lully, lullay"
(Lying in her casket, staring up at nothing. Her wings ripple gently with a kaleidoscope of colors.)
Has my voice reached you? Has my voice reached you? Has my voice reached you? Stay happy.
Will I be allowed release....? Just once. Perhaps. But you must wait until then. One day, it may come. And when that day comes.....
Deep breaths, now. Eyes closed. Contain yourself. Very good. You will not break here. You are strong. You are powerful, but you are strong. You are not broken. You are not broken. You are not broken.
(Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. The rhythm helps her focus.)
Hah.... no, no, no. It must be kept inside. You must control yourself, Flandre. The consequences would be drastic, the ramifications egregious... oh, but, but.... wouldn't it be a relief? To let it all go, if only for a moment? It would. But that isn't your place.