Idmaer: I Think I'm Having A Mid-life Crisis. Leofred: You're Like 15 Years Old Idmaer: I MIGHT DIE AT

Idmaer: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. Leofred: You're like 15 years old Idmaer: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

Glazed over blue eyes blinked open, only to squeeze back shut again at the bright lights blaring down at her. Her head felt like she’s been ran over by a semi and her legs feel like jello. It took a few minutes for her full awaken, one hand rising to rub her head as she tried to comprehend whatever the stranger told her.

“DenLiner? Time? Ryuutaros?” She mumbled, the strange words bouncing around her brain before remembering that she should probably thank the guy first before interrogating him.

“Uh, Thanks for helping me, I guess. Some assholes jumped.......me....” 

Lucette started to explain what happened to her, opening her eyes to look at her sorta savior, only to trail off as she finally saw what was speaking to her, gaping in shock and bewilderment. Because It certainly wasn’t a human. 

“Uhm.....is that....a costume?”

“Hey! How did you end up there? I found you out there on the streets, unconscious, so I figured I’ll bring you in here where it’s safer.” 

Orange eyes regard with a twinkling curiosity. Ryuutaros twirls his lilac braid around a single white finger, peering up from the sketch that he had been working on just a few minutes ago. Aside from him, the dining car was mostly empty for the moment: everyone else had gone off to their own evening activities. 

He sets the pencil down: “Oh, and before I forget! I’m Ryuutaros, you’re here aboard the DenLiner, a train that travels across the plains of time itself. Pretty neat, just try not to ask how it works.” In all honesty, he didn’t know either, chances are Owner wouldn’t explain it too. 

“I like this one! Its so flowy!” Lucette twirled around in the light blue dress she was trying on, giggling. Artorias watched from his seat, content to let his daughter enjoy herself with all the silks, chiffon, lace and satin to her heart’s delight.

“Yes, it does indeed move beautifully, starlight. Perhaps you can wear this whenever you wish to run about the palace. However, you will need something far finer to wear for the painting.” He gently reminded, smiling lovingly as she flapped the skirt of her dress like bird wings.

“Like what?” She asked, tilting her head curiously at him like a little bird. Chuckling at the similarity, he rose from his spot and picked up another dress from the pile, looking it over before showing it to his daughter.

“What about this?

It was a deep blue gown made of smooth silk with a sheer overskirt and clusters of seed pearls stitched around the neckline and hem of the sleeves. Simple enough for a child to wear with minimal complaint and fine enough for an occasion like this. He held it out to Lucette, patiently allowing her to look it over herself.

“Hmmm…..I like it!” Lucette announced gleefully after a few minutes of inspection, taking the dress and running off to change.

The Duality of Lucette

On one hand she’d make everyone she cares about a flowers crown with specially picked flowers and personally put it on their heads.

 And on the other hand, she’s “Don’t think that just because I’m wearing these flowers, that I won’t use your throat as a vase for them”

Lucette can love you to the ends of the universe and back with a passion that could rival a wildfire

And despise you with endless disgust just as quickly.

She can rain endless gifts on someone, feeding them from her own hand

And strangle them with that same hand if taken for granted.

Her eyes can shine with delight in sunlight

and shine in the light of the flames she burns you with.

Lucette is a woman of many faces and masks. And depending on who stands before her, you might be greeted with the mask of the enchanting woman

or the mask of the ruthless Empress.

Idmaer: Good morning. Leofred: Good morning. Teodora: Good morning. Aiyla: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit. Feray: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

*Idmaer and Leofred are doing something absurdly dangerous* Idmaer: I think Grandpapa did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the medical wing in no time! Leofred, deadpan: Well that's encouraging.