Of The Rain Quickly Strengthened To An Outright Downpour Just Like That Night, The Boy Hardly Seemed

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒆 of the rain quickly strengthened to an outright downpour just like that night, the boy hardly seemed to notice. Those blue moon hues could only stare at their kin, the SHOCK clearly visible on his face.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤWhat the hell was he SAYING ? Those very books; the relics that both blessed and cursed to their very fatesㅤ—ㅤhis brother really wanted BOTH of them ? !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤWhat would he even be WITHOUT that book ? Nothing more than some poor, defenseless orphan that could easily be snatched up and subjected to pain and suffering yet again. And with nothing to give back; not even the promise of STAYING with him and helping their family return to those happy days, what giving up the Book of Vanitas even WORTH IT ?

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe answer was OBVIOUS.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤHow can you be so SELFISH ? ! You don't care about me or Father at all ! All you care about is your own stupid little self - righteous quest of erasing Father's existence and that STUPID VAMPIRE ! HOW COULD YOU ? ! ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤI'm NEVER going to give you the Book ! You're going to have to KILL ME if you want it so bad !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHe had been defending himself the entire time too; after all, it was Brother that had started shooting FIRST. He had merely been holding Etoilé back the entire time. But now . . .

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤEtoilé, GET HIM !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤOn command, the metallic dog JUMPS; its sharpened steel maw ready to clamp down on ANYTHING fleshy and filled with blood.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Vanitas, instead, had still only defended himself; but it seemed from the answer, Mikhail was throwing away the chance he had given him to avoid a sincerely unwanted ending. There was THE deep sadness in the depths of the brunet's eyes, and the blue moon would not leave him alone, indeed, it would not leave either of its two descendants alone, participating in the weeping in the sky. Streams of water began to tease the doctor, but there were more and more of them, and they came down ever stronger. In a moment, the rain went crazy, making a great roar as it slammed into its targets. Vanitas, who had never put the gun down, didn't seem to notice, even though, by dint of the blows, everything was sticking to him, his locks shining like dew-soaked leaves, his clothes, with his cloak still dropping from his right shoulder and his shirt fused with his candid skin.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ The dead do not resurrect, the comte de Saint Germain was only manipulating you. You are confusing reality. In any case, I cannot allow any more talk of it, nor, above all, can I allow anyone to stand in my way ·̲

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ Hand over the BOOK OF VANITAS to me ·̲

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꒰১ ✦ : ˚ʚ 【 @diverse-hearts-ocs / Relia 】 ɞ˚ : ✦ ໒꒱

╰ ꒰১ cont. from 「 X 」

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑯𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅; knowledge that was required for his job as a bellboy. Well, maybe bellboy responsibilities typically didn't involve tour guiding butㅤ—ㅤbut it did give him a keen familiarity with the place. That was how he had managed to find this place and the girl that had sought REFUGE there.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤY - yeah ! I'm a bellboy for the Reverie Hotel ! I give out tour guides sometimes tooㅤ—ㅤso I know this place REALLY WELL !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ' MASTER 'ㅤ—ㅤwasn't that a little strange ? He tried to be as polite as he could beㅤ—ㅤbut even then, he usually called his superiors titles like ' Sir ' or ' Madam '. Something like ' MASTER ' had anㅤ—ㅤodd, almost unsettling ring to it.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤDo you need HELP finding your Master ?ㅤ❜

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤYeah, that sounds GREAT !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒍' 𝒎𝒐𝒑 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 the day the Nameless could finally get him something actually built to hit things. His mop had served him wellㅤ—ㅤbut it definitely deserved a vacation or AT LEAST to retired to only train - cleaning duties. Not to mention, he would have been upset if the cleaning tool suffered a TRAGIC ACCIDENT after some unintended misuse.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤFor now though, he would believe in the mop's lasting resilience as he clutched it close to him. He scurries just behind the other Trailblazer; the obvious excitement NEVER fading.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWhere are we going to start FIRST ?ㅤ❜

the former bellboy's excitement is infectious, and caelus finds himself easily mirroring the other's grin. being a teacher instead of the one learning was something the trailblazer already found himself enjoying before it even happened, especially since it was something he was quite good at. golden eyes fall to misha's mop, a fleeting thought of it's durability flashing in his mind. he had seen the boy beat malfunctioning dreamjolt troupe members with it before, but intentionally whacking it didn't seem like the smartest idea. whatever, it'd probably be fine.

❝ 'course i have time ! and your mop'll be fine, for now at least till we get you a bat of your own. ❞ caelus doesn't have the heart to tell misha that his bat was a curio that he got when he woke up, but he was sure that a regular bat would suit the other just fine. with that, the trailblazer ushers the boy towards the car meant for training, growing even more eager for their training session. ❝ we're just gonna work on the basics for now so you can get a feel for it, sounds good ? ❞

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 of the Astral Expressㅤ—ㅤit was clear that the hotel bellboy part of him wasn't exactly leaving anytime soon. That truth had been made more than obvious by the very image of the child scurrying about the main train car and cleaning every surface that could POSSIBLY be cleaned. Sure, his efforts weren't making THAT much of a difference with the conductor having done the job alreadyㅤ—ㅤbut he was sure he was picking up a few dust bunnies and ACTUAL bunny ( . . . ? ) fur !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤSo focused the child had been on his self - appointed duties that he practically jumps when the OTHER new member of the Astral Express speaks out to him. The boy turns; periwinkle eyes blinking for just a few moments before he SMILES and shakes his head. Technically, there was no hierarchy or fancy titles like ' Family Head ' or ' Watchmaker ' separating them anymoreㅤ—ㅤand it wasn't for that reason that he refused. It was just the CUSTOMER SERVICE that was apparently stuck in him.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤIt's OKAY, Mister Sunday ! I couldn't POSSIBLY make you do all this work !ㅤ❜

@indeliblepromise ♡'d for a starter !

flaxen hues watch as the young boy tidies up around the parlor car, wiping down the tables and sweeping even though the conductor just did that not even two hours ago. its almost a little bizarre, the two of them now being members aboard the astral express, when before their interactions were few and far between. the halovian wonders if he should speak the boy, but his own shy nature made him struggle with it still. then again, it also wouldn't do to stay strangers when they'd be traveling together for the foreseeable future. so he gets up from his seat and walks over to misha, offering a small, but unsure, smile.

❝ um... would you like some help, misha ? if you plan on cleaning the rest of the train, it'd be an awful lot of work for just you. ❞

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤI'll have you know, ' CONVINCING ' and ' MANIPULATION ' aren't the same thing ! ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤBut PROBABLY NOT ! ㅤ❜

"No manipulation. That's off the table." Set the ground rules. "Oh, but--can Vanitas speak other languages besides French?"