Entry tags:
princess maker - pep!pep!
[ When you insert the key and open the door, you'll find inside the room looks small, cramped, just one living space without any doors—you can hear noises of the bustling life outside, as well as other people beyond the thin walls. the space bends on the walls, and a basket sits on the table in the center of this studio room with a blanket folded into it.
Inside, a baby stirs restlessly - you hope she goes back to sleep soon, and you play your flute in hopes of lulling her back to sleep. Unfortunately, a sharp knock sounds from the ceiling - the tenants upstairs don't like what you're doing. You take a more drastic measure, singing softly to your baby as you rock the basket back and forth and hope the tenants don't complain again. ]
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[ Slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby cries, and in turn, the upstairs tenants knock at your ceiling again; she finds her way to your flute, tooting happily though no noise comes out; a little toddler, she becomes attached to a stray cat; you decline her request, and she storms out to run away for a little while as you regret; she returns, covered in cat hair and ignores everything you say; then the wall becomes opaque. ]
[ In the corner of the room, a young girl the age of 10 crouches, looking away from you. she holds a cat in her arms, petting the creature constantly.
You wish you could have done better for your baby girl. But, this is what you love to do and maybe you'll get a gig that pays well enough that you two can move out of this shithole - hopefully. You tried your best to rear her, but with how infrequent you're in the house, working odd jobs in the day and performing at the pub at night, you're not sure anymore. You know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess - but you also know it's not easy to become a princess, and she's horribly equipped for any of that. Then again, if anything your little tyke is tough, and if anyone could be a rags-to-riches princess, it would be her. Thankfully, you've emergency savings - for her schooling, of course. You have a lot of regrets, but maybe it's not too late. ]
Inside, a baby stirs restlessly - you hope she goes back to sleep soon, and you play your flute in hopes of lulling her back to sleep. Unfortunately, a sharp knock sounds from the ceiling - the tenants upstairs don't like what you're doing. You take a more drastic measure, singing softly to your baby as you rock the basket back and forth and hope the tenants don't complain again. ]
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[ Slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby cries, and in turn, the upstairs tenants knock at your ceiling again; she finds her way to your flute, tooting happily though no noise comes out; a little toddler, she becomes attached to a stray cat; you decline her request, and she storms out to run away for a little while as you regret; she returns, covered in cat hair and ignores everything you say; then the wall becomes opaque. ]
[ In the corner of the room, a young girl the age of 10 crouches, looking away from you. she holds a cat in her arms, petting the creature constantly.
You wish you could have done better for your baby girl. But, this is what you love to do and maybe you'll get a gig that pays well enough that you two can move out of this shithole - hopefully. You tried your best to rear her, but with how infrequent you're in the house, working odd jobs in the day and performing at the pub at night, you're not sure anymore. You know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess - but you also know it's not easy to become a princess, and she's horribly equipped for any of that. Then again, if anything your little tyke is tough, and if anyone could be a rags-to-riches princess, it would be her. Thankfully, you've emergency savings - for her schooling, of course. You have a lot of regrets, but maybe it's not too late. ]
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laying
facedown
flat.
This is her girlfriend now.
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"Hey Shira-chan... I guess that really blew up in our faces..."
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Groaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.
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The little hiccups? She's just learning new ways to breathe through solid mattress.
Nothing is happening here. She won't acknowledge this if you won't.
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She does put her wet face on his shoulder though. You asked for this.
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"...That was unfair, huh."
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There's a long, long period of silence.
"Heh."
Shira gives a wry laugh, humorless.
"What they don't know is that I've already got my Plague cooties on Emi."
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Yeah, I know, adults can suck sometimes.
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What would you tell them, if you could?
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Then:
"I already kissed Emi and she's got Plague cooties now so they can suck it."
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Not bad. I don't think Emi minds having Plague cooties either.
What would you say to her right now?
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She takes a long moment.
". . . . Sorry."
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Oh, honey, you don't need to apologize. You did nothing wrong. There's nothing wrong in liking who you like. Even if some people don't understand.
Your eyes are just open wider than most people. They need help learning to see.
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We try to lay low with Emi's parents for a bit, but eventually approach them once more. Using Cloud Nine, we try to discuss things with them to make them realize that Shira obviously does not have the Plague (or else she'd be a monster by now) and that it's okay and harmless for them to be friends.
If this works, the girls can hopefully be friends again. If not, our backup plan is to build a small secret base of sorts (close to where Emi lives) where they can meet in secret and/or leave letters for each other and safely stay in touch.
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Emi's parents are unrelenting - they won't grant an audience with you, no matter how much you try. They hear about it, you know - about how your daughter is a Plague Bearer, about how she has the entire town bewitched. That's not going to work on them. If you come back, they'll certainly call the military on you.
So you build a base - Emi is pretty fine with that, though she's always fretful about how long she can stay. She's impressed, though - you guys always travel such distances just to meet her! She wants to . . .
She wants to stay friends with Shira forever. She doesn't want to let this ruin their friendship, and she believes in Shira, even if everyone else doesn't.
Your daughter's heart is broken for the second time this week, for an entirely different reason.
Emi is a fucking dumbass.
Your daughter's temperament is rebellious.
Your daughter's morality is neutral.