rosebleed | Charles

[Hello Jan what is Charles doing at the moment? Is he going to the simulation rooms?

Because he is now, welcome to an elegant castle bedroom. Fit for a royal!!

Which might be because there is one sat down on it, fingers tracing the bedsheets. Rosamund's back is to the door, he can sneak if he likes.]

[She's not one for tears. She's always ready for action, and she's been in action ever since they were let loose from the lockdown.

And she's still found nothing.

Her head is one with the wood of the bar, arms coiled around it. She makes no sound or movement.]

[She knocks timidly on his door. It's a dark hour, but she hopes she'll catch him alone. It's not quite time for everyone to tuck in yet.]

Charles? Are you there?

Edited 2024-03-04 02:08 (UTC)

[out in the void]

... Hey, Princess. Glad to see you made it through the night.

[unlike viktor ): ]

Edited 2024-03-09 00:09 (UTC)

[Where oh where has the time gone?

Rosamund sits in the newly cleaned food court. It's nearly time for bed, but she lingers, pushing fries around the paper liner idly. She's not hungry. She doesn't remember why she ordered it.]

[Hey Jan eat my whole ass

Anyway when they get to the med bay she's popping a pod for him at once and helps ease him down.]

There. There, okay. Do you need help with your clothes? I can clean up, it's no trouble at all.

[Head throbbing, she finds Charles in the void.]

Hey. [She presses her lips together.] You seem to be healing well.

[It doesn't matter where Charles was before now. The shift is complete and consuming: he's on a battlefield, except the combatants are all quite strange.

There's the Fairy Godmother, necrotic, mad, glass shard impaling her chest. Her loyal servants, half-formed or less from furniture and with the ravenous minds of beasts, unthinking, unyielding.

Then there's the losing side. A puppet, arm broken off. Dead. An old man with a great book, a little girl with wolfen ears, both dead. The cat cannot be seen. The frog prince makes a last stand against the fairy godmother.

And then there's Rosamund. Less thorny, less scarred, but still ravaged by briars. Dead. Her eyes fixate on nothing. Her bow has fallen from her grasp. A half-barrel man stomps over her corpse, ignoring the dead to chase the last of the living.

Then suddenly it's gone. They're in a tower, and Rosamund is waking in bed. There's no thorns or scars at all. It's exactly like the tower he'd seen before. She looks around, starting at a voice from the door beyond. She opens it to a emptiness. Just a voice.

"Oh! Oh, my apologies. You're awake."

"Yes, good morning. Who do I have the pleasure of talking to?"

"Sorry."

There's a clinking, then a helmet is removed and the invisibility dispelled, revealing a beautiful woman in glass armor. Older than Rosamund by a few years, armed with a glass shield and polearm, looking relieved to see this young woman.

"Are you Cinderella?"

"I am Cinderella. Are you Sleeping Beauty? Rosamund?"

"Yes."

The woman gives a sigh of relief. "It worked."

"What worked?"

"We managed to catch you before you were completely gone. Or, rather, midway to where you are going."

"Catch me?"

"Yes. May I come in, if that's all right?"

And the scene fades...]

[wherever she is, he is hunting her down (gently)]

[makes you watch 12 min of octopath while playing spot the charles (6:52 -18:43)]

[at the lunar rink...]

Hey, Princess. Ever tried this before?

[ice skating, that is.]

[She finds him eventually. By accident, even. Though her gut twists and turns and she's so sick of herself, constantly thrusting her fits onto all her overworked and under-slept betters. They're so busy mopping up messes already and she keeps spilling more on what little clean space remains.

But she can't help it. When she opens the door to the library and finds him already inside, she's not got a mind to give him privacy.]

...Did your experiment work?

[Easier to talk about that than much else.]

[visiting the medbay... are you here, rosamund... are you still violent...]

[somewhere........]

Are you hungry or anything?

[Sneaking up behind him

for a hug.]

Well done milord!

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