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2022-09-19
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Every little blurb I wrote about my wkm!persona.. and more?

Summary:

Had Vespertine Shapphirus was 24 when she died. She was engaged, not married yet, to a lovely mayor by the name of Damien.
She had a life planned that was taken from her.
She was angry about it, but she had a job. Someone was leaving her a mission, and that misson was to find Emery Marie Vespertine. She didn't even know where to start, much less who Emery was.
A friendly face however, wasn't such a friendly one.
But a new face, had come to learn to care for her once more.
Because punching a mirror is NOT the best idea.

Notes:

These are just some little things I wrote when my friends and I were sharing lore.
TW for Mentions of blood.

Chapter 1: Glass shards and gentle fingers

Summary:

Dark, has to once again, tend to an old friends wounds.
It's not that he minds it, it's just the fact that she shares a similar temper that reminds him; he should really tell her to stop punching mirrors.

Notes:

A little sweetish blurb between Dark and Had :]

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Tears glid across her face as she punched the other mirrors around her.
The caramel, burnette haired woman hissed as she looked over at the mirror that hovered softly next to her. A room full of the other side of the mirrors in every part of the room. She stared at each one before taking steps towards the one that had a red and blue hue surrounding it.

"Damien."

Her voice was full of anger, but soft, when she said his name.
The shadow figure turned towards the mirror and let out a soft "hmm?" sound.

"Help." 

She hissed and stuck her fragile pale hand out of the mirror towards him. He gently placed his monochromatic hands onto her pale hand with a sigh. His red eyes half lidded and grazing over her pale hand. Crimson red blood dripping down onto his shoes; he made a slight groan about it, but didn't say much further. He took a cloth from his drawer and placed it on his lap as he picked every piece of glass out.
Little things like this are the reason why she stayed. He still cared, that much she knew. He was just.. different? A soft hiss left her lips as he picked every piece out; his half lidded red eyes looking up at her each time he did; just to make sure she was okay.
Once every piece was taken care of, he used another cloth and began to gently clean off the crimson red that flooded her hand. She had a temper, he remembered it. She remembers his.

"Next time, before you go punching mirrors like I do, find something else to punch. Will you starlight?"


His voice was calm as he stared up at her pearly white eyes. She nodded and placed her forehead to his before whispering a "Thank you" and pulling her hand away from him. He had bandaged it.
With a sigh, Dark turned back to his desk and began to write on the papers he was before. He hadn't even noticed the tears that had started to fall from his eyes.