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Neuvillette wouldn’t call it running away. Running away would mean that it was dramatic, loud. An obvious sign of something being wrong. He couldn’t tell anyone his reasoning. He couldn’t yell at the top of the lungs that it was all a trap. That doom will soon follow. The most damning thing though, was Furina’s smile. He hasn’t seen a smile like that in years. The very first year of her marriage was all bubbles and sunshine. The Knave and Furina stayed in Fontaine for a year, mainly because the Knave wanted to “learn more about the country that her beloved wife loved and cherished.”. How stupid of them both. The stupidity of it all.
He stupidly let himself be blindsided by that joy that by the time the announcement rang throughout the halls it was too late. He felt the walls cave around him, a suffocating feeling starting to build up. Most of all though, he could feel a gaze watching him. There was a sinking feeling as to who could be staring at him but he didn’t turn around as he slipped away. Neuvillette didn’t want to. It would make him only be consumed by fear even more.
Thankfully, with all the clamor in the hall, it wasn’t that hard to go unnoticed. Yes, he was in a high position but he could easily wave it off as being tired of the festivities if asked. Blissful silence enveloped him as he entered the -his- bedroom. It felt weird calling this place his again. Once he moved into the heartless bastard’s land he ceased to think of this place as his again. He let himself develop a delusion of falling in love like in fairytales. Maybe he still clung onto this hope.
The hope of fairytales . Afterall he failed. He couldn’t stop it. His heart hurt and ached with anguish. It will happen again. How could Neuvillette stop the doomed path from happening again? His heart mourned as he silently removed his clothing, his hairpieces, the outfit of the put-together descendant of the Hydro dragon. Neuvillette felt powerless as he did during his attempts at getting revenge. At the same time he knew he couldn’t give up so soon.
Where was the endurance he had during his rage? The rage that consumed him till the very end? That sustained him? Did he really have to rely on rage again to break free? That couldn’t be the answer he thought as he laid down. There had to be another way. The poor dragon pondered on what he could do through his guilt that he fell into a deep sleep. His dreams were not peaceful though.
Fire, chaos.
It was all around him.
Nothing made sense. It was all blurs.
Until that gaze appeared
That deceitful gaze of the betrayer.
The coward.
That person was unflinching,
Cold.
Nothing would deter it from it’s goal.
The dragon could feel all the everlasting flames from his rage appear.
And for a second it seemed to have worked.
Maybe he burned it all down to a crisp.
Until he looked down at his chest.
A sword was jabbed into him as ice started to surround his body.
Parts of his body started to shatter slowly as the ice enveloped him.
He looked into that gaze one more time.
A stupid piece of him clung to some stupid hope
Just to see love reflected back at him.
He only saw himself as he slowly shattered into pieces.