, ; The One That Had Been There To Protect Him From All Of The BAD And SCARY Things That This World

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆; the one that had been there to protect him from all of the BAD and SCARY things that this world had to throw at them. In his mind, his brother was invincible; that together, the two of them could do ANYTHING. Even that day when things when wrong in that rainy amusement park; he had the FULL CONFIDENCE that his brother would overcome those stupid vampires and that he would survive the danger that was thrown at him.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤYet here were the two of them now; one of them relatively unharmed but the other's life in grave danger. Those terrified blue eyes could see nothing but RED all over. He HATED the color red. Red brought nothing but pain and suffering. There was SO MUCH red.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤBrother ! Brother, you HAVE to keep your eyes open, PLEASE !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤWhat should he DO ? He wasn't strong enough to lift his brother up onto his dog. He was just a tiny, sickly Parisian orphan. A panicked glance falls behind them; settling upon the two vampires fighting it out with the current threat. In any other circumstance, he would have gladly went along with KILLING anything that hurt his brother. Now thoughㅤ—ㅤnow wasn't the time for the gratuitous violence.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤYou IDIOTS ! Don't you think it'd be a good time to retreat ? ! We can kill that thing LATER !ㅤ❜

@indeliblepromise asked for a Starter (mikhail)

He could barely move. No matter how much he tried to force his tired and broken body to just simply move, nothing was listening to him. In the distance, he could somewhat make out the sound of Jeanne and Noe fighting something, something that he should be helping them with, and yet all he could do was lay there in the snow, watching as more of the white was dyed steadily red, a shuddering breath let out as the cold started to settle in. At least he'd managed to protect Misha...that was all that really mattered right...though he did wish that his brother would stop looking at him with such fear in his eyes. This was hardly the worst state Vanitas had found himself in...he'd survive...he had to. But even now, it was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open, his usual bright eyes already seeming to have dulled into a misty sort of grey.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒑 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. The bellboy had a lot more questions than answers for the older man. Unfortunately thoughㅤ—ㅤHE was supposed to be the guide here. Those questions would have to wait.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤBut what WOULD satisfy the man's desire for swordplay ? Penacony wasn't exactly a place where people often carried swords around. He was silent for a moment; thinking of what could fit that description.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤHmmㅤ—ㅤwell, I know the Moment of Scorchsand hosts ACTION CHALLENGES where people test their strength and skills ! I'm not sure if people use swords there but they might !ㅤ❜

"You know, young boy. You remind me of something...."

His self, his past, his youth before that fatal day that put that mark of shame into his face. But he's not one to dwell too deeply, less he searches for a stronger enemy to end it all. The planet of dreams, the city of Penacony...it is a place to easy to distract. Not enough strong people though, his sword useless in a place like this.

"Geez, are there any good swordsmen in this place even?"

@indeliblepromise

Pocket watch - 1641 - Rijksmuseum, Netherlands.

It is 11PM here but ALSO. I most likely won't be posting spoilers as my muses are not very X.ianzhou flavored. Plus, I take a long time to play video games anyway because I'm stupid but if I do, they will be tagged ! I hope everyone has fun with the update ( is still downloading it lol ) !

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤMODERN AU.

For when the Astral Express or Misha's lore unfortunately doesn't make sense.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤMisha works day and night at the Reverie; a quaint little inn owned by his grandpa, Mikhail Char Legwork. His grandpa is currently traveling far away from home; making many deals across the world in hopes of expanding the business and leaving little Misha to manage the establishment by himself. His grandpa's goals with expanding were to earn enough money so that he and Misha can TRAVEL THE WORLD without any unnecessary worry or financial strain.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤOf course, Misha doesn't MIND the responsibilities. He deeply enjoys the job; believing that he is helping their little family achieve their dreams. He has a few dedicated coworkers willing to help him; including the security officer and longtime family friend, Gallagher who is his current guardian. He also has an ( unfortunately ) imaginary friend, Clockie who was made up from his grandpa's old writings of prior adventures.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤOn his days off, he can often be found talking to guests of the Reverie about their travels or fixing up any broken things within the hotel that no one caught onto. If NOT somehow still immersed in his work, he can also be found reading, drawing, or playing with Clockie.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑨 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅. Penacony had been saved; the Watchmaker's legacy protected from the many threats that had been thrown at in such a short period of time. From the former head of the Oak Family nearly throwing all of Penacony into the Order's dream to the Masked Fools planting nine hundred and ninety nine bombs onto the Nameless' new airship, Penacony had survived it all. Yet tragically, it came with the cost of an INNOCENT GIRL'S life.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤWas there anything that could have been done to avoid such a sorrow - filled ending ? Everybody in the Express was probably asking that questionㅤ—ㅤbut of all of them, Mister Caelus was probably stewing over his REGRETS the most.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤPeriwinkle hues would turn away from the phonograph; settling on the other Nameless as the questioned was asked. What the man would get was a SMILE in response.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤOh, it's EVERYTHING I've ever dreamed of ! I've always wanted to travel on the Astral Express like Grandpa ! I can't thank you all enough for letting me on board !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤTurning back to the makeshift memorial, the child thinks long and hard about what else they could all add to help Mister Caelus recoverㅤ—ㅤand Miss Firefly to REST a bit easier.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWhat if we left FLOWERS for Miss Firefly like we did for Grandpa, Mister Tiernan, and Miss Razalina ? I think she would LIKE that !ㅤ❜

indeliblepromise asked:

❝ Is it too soon to do this yet ? ❞ ( from Misha, also hello ! )

Was   it   too   soon   to   do   this.

It   would   likely   be   to   soon   for   anyone   for   too   long.   "It   might   be,   but   Caelus   was   very   close   to   Firefly."   he   said   to   the   young   man.   "The   least   we   can   do   is   leave   a   memorial   for   her."   he   glanced   to   the   young   man   and   offered   a   small   smile.   "Its   really   for   him,   you   understand--it   is   a   step   in   the   grieving   process."   he   was   quiet   as   he   added   a   couple   new   records   to   the   Express's   music   system.

"Though   I   do   appreciate   your   concerns   and   interest."   he   said   as   he   turned   to   Misha.   "How   are   you   finding   the   Express,   are   you   enjoying   your   stay   ?"   he   inquired   with   a   quirk   of   his   lips.

"It   is   a   lot   when   you   first   get   on,   but   it   quickly   becomes---   home."