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Riddle Rosehearts
♥ He couldn't think once he saw you, blood dripping down your neck, as if you were hanged by a noose, rope made of thorns.
♥ His hands shook, his body shook, his whole world shook. Why were you laying there? Why were you here?
♥ Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. He's an idiot. You're an idiot.
♥ He couldn't move, dared not to move. It's as if moving would only worsen the situation even more. Move, dammit! Move!! Help them, help your love. You love them, don't you? So move!!
♥ Sitting by your side in the hospital bed (bc let's face it, life-threatening injuries can't be that miraculous when treated in school clinics), he held your hand. The red-stained bandages and cloth wrapped around your throat mocked him. He's your boyfriend, wasn't he? So why you? Why did his overblot form choose to attack you, of all people?
♥ He knew he wasn't thinking straight, he knew he wasn't himself. But the fact that he, himself, was the one that inflicted such damage to you made him think otherwise. His mind swirled, tears staining his already stained cheeks, he swore he could taste iron from how hard he's peeling his lip's skin right now. He was worthless, he wasn't worthy, why did he even accept to be your partner? Why was he even here? He doesn't have the rights to even sit close to you, much less even see you right now. Useless. Worthless. Utterly, and impeccably—
"Riddle."
♥ He looked up, his thoughts subsiding as he immediately stood up from his seat and held your hands close, "Y/N!" Your voice was dry, not surprising. Given by your predicament right now.
♥ He apologizes, over and over and over. You wanted to stop him, but at the moment, speaking is like swallowing thousands of needles and cacti right now. So you opted to weakly move your hands and place them on top of Riddle's, giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze. A smile is what he sees, but why?
♥ Why do you offer him such a smile, of all things. You could've slapped him away, give him the silent treatment. But you opted to smile at him, your gaze filled with nothing but pure love, understanding, and forgiveness. Your smile is sweeter than the desserts he eats in their Unbirthday Parties.
♥ He couldn't understand you, but it just made him even more emotional as he just started to bawl in front of you, resting his hands on the sheets as you stroked his head. Heavens, even your touches hold no malice nor grudge against him...
♥ After this, he swore he'll make you a party. But oh, your throat... Can you even eat sweets right now? Well, maybe a tea party would suit best to help heal you faster. Yeah, he'll keep that in mind.
Leona Kingscholar
∆ This mofo.
∆ He won't talk, he won't sleep, he won't drink, he can't do anything. Nada. Zero. Jack. Zippo. Zilch. Nix.
∆ Seeing one of your limbs, cut off when he awoke from his overblot, bandaged around and padded with cotton. He had to restrain himself from destroying the bed.
∆ He took a shaky sigh, asking those present at the room right now to leave the two of you. His tone is stern, solemn, and quiet. Not like the usual prideful and confident tone he usually has whenever talking to someone,
"How bad were you hurt?" Leona asked.
"How bad were you hurt?"
∆ He looked at you, now glaring daggers as he scoffed, "Don't joke to me right now." He looked down on his hands. He wants to touch you, to hug you, to enclose you in his arms, to breath in your scent, to smell haven once more, to comb your hair... He can't do that right now. He could still forgive himself if what he inflicted could heal, but he made you lose a limb. A whole-ass limb.
∆ He can't look nor be able to use his signature spell after that. He couldn't. He can't. He never will.
∆ And he wants to be the next in throne? HAH. HOW RIDICULOUS.
∆ He's no "KING". He's nothing but the Destroyer, if he can't restrain himself from hurting one single person, then how could he be hailed as someone who is worthy of the throne?
∆ He suddenly felt a warm hand caressing his cheeks. He looked up, he was confused. He was about to utter a word, but you shushed him.
∆ Right now, it's a heavy topic to talk about, but also, when he looks at you, he couldn't trace any anger nor grudge against him. If anything, he would gladly take a beating right now too. But why?
∆ Feeling you continuously caress and trace circles on his cheeks, tracing the faint mark that spread across his face due to his overblotting, he closed his eyes, lips quivering as a tear fell down his face. Then another, and another.
∆ .... Maybe no words were needed at the moment, just telling him that what he did wasn't entirely on him. That he's forgiven, that he is still the King that you offered and gave your heart to.
∆ And that he truly is someone special, someone who is appreciated and deeply loved by none other than his beloved partner.
Azul Ashengrotto
∞ Hah. Hahahaha. Ahahahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
∞ Oh man, get ready.
∞ This man would be so confused. What happened? Huh?? Why are you bleeding? He then looked at his hands, eyes widening at the crimson red that murked his hands. Haha, no no, this can't be happening. Him? Lost control? Overblotted? And he hurt you???
∞ He would spiral into self-loathing, lots of it. The moment you were taken to medical care (+magic care), he would visit you nonstop. But, he made sure you were asleep before doing so. He cannot look you in the eyes, not right now. Maybe never. Forever.
∞ He'll shut himself up from the outside world in his office, signing, reading, calculating, analyzing, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, and thinking. He would burn his godforsaken brains out, wanting the chains wrapped around his 3 octo-hearts to go away. The moment he saw you, bleeding out of your stomach, he couldn't take it. He felt like Atlantica's pillars and monuments were suddenly placed on his shoulders to bear; to remind him of the hideous crime he's ever committed.
∞ It won't be after a week you've recovered that you'll see him. The nurses told you that he does visit, but only for a brief amount of time to change the flowers when it withered once, then sat down and kept you company for no more than 30 minutes. They urged him to stay, but he said, "I don't think I can face them right now." Before walking away, with a guilty and ashamed look in his eyes.
"When will you stop being selfish?"
∞ The sudden voice made him flip from his seat, falling back as his legs are now upwards, he groaned when a loud thud came from him. He was thankful the chair was taller than his head, providing support to avoid concussion. He then spun around behind the desk to flip over and stand. He looked like a grandpa doing that. You couldn't help but snicker.
∞ Azul then finally stood up, he was a mess. It instantly made the room's atmosphere so thick you could cut it with a knife. Literally.
∞ You walked over, now taking a good look at him. His hair was a mess, tangled bed hairs all over, dark circles plastered on his face, he looked paler (if it's possible bc this man is as white as Mr. Clean), his lips dry as Scarabia's desert, his usual straight and poised posture now looks like he's a cooked shrimp.
"Why won't you look at me?"
"How could I? After what I've done, I shouldn't even be conversing with you."
"Stop doing things to 'redeem' yourself. That's not how apologies work."
∞ He frowned at that, looking away, but you hurriedly, yet gently stopped him by making him look at you as you cupped him by the cheeks.
∞ You smiled, thumbs gently rubbing circles on his cheeks as you walked closer and hugged him tight, "... I'm sorry." You heard him say as Azul wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, choking out a sob, "I'm sorry for causing you so much pain... And I have the audacity to be mad at you... I'm truly sorry for what I did and what I stood for that day..."
∞ He cried in your arms that day, before you dragged him to one of the couches of his office and had him lay down.
∞ That was the first time in the week he's ever had a shut eye. And he couldn't be happier to have his arms wrapped around you, but made sure to take note of the wound on your midsection.
Jamil Viper
~ Waking up from his little nap after the overblot, Azul was by his side, but he could hear faint panic voices in the background. What?? What's happening???
~ But oh, bOY. HAHA. The moment he saw you passed out, little blood came out of you. He was confused, you weren't injured, but when he stumbled and walked over to you, he saw the cause.
~ Little bites from your limbs, he can count around 2? 4? 6. Six little holes on your limbs. He faintly remembered his strands of hair becoming snakes. He looked at his hair, his disgusting, monstrous hair... He wanted nothing more but to cut and throw his hair right now. But that's not the issue at the moment, he needs to help you, to suck that poison out of you.
~ Thankfully, with the help of the Pomefiore students (coughVilcoughachoo), they made an antidote to remove the poison from your system. He tried his best to support and help, even though no help was needed at the moment. He was glad the snake's venom could be cured.
~ He was about to change the flowers in your room, the cold, hospital atmosphere getting to his skin as he looked at the petals. Varieties of purple and blue hyacinths adorned the bouquet he just bought.
~ The moment he opened the door, he saw you. Sitting so peacefully as one of the nurses attended to you, checking your body, your pulse in the machine. Then, you looked at him.
~ Oh, how he missed those eyes... Those glorious, diamond-like eyes... He walked over, and you immediately opened your arms for a hug, you closed your eyes, waiting for Jamil to hug and crush you with his amazing, warm hugs. Only to be met with nothing.
~ You opened your eyes, arms still open and anticipating for Jamil. But he only looked at you funny. Well, you thought it was a funny look. However, Jamil felt nauseous. Of himself. What was he thinking? How could he ever hug you? How could he ever even touch you? How could he? How could he kiss and smother you with kisses and hugs and praise and—
"Aren't you gonna hug me?"
~ Oh that voice... So hoarse, so dry, yet.... so sweet... So gentle, like a lullaby lulling him to sleep...
~ He clutched the bouquet into his hands, looking over to the vase that holds wilted flowers. He went over, leaving you hanging as you flopped your arms down. Ow. They still feel sore. You watched him change the flowers, then he sat down next to your bed, a robotic-like smile on his face, like he was forcing himself to smile, to act like..... this.
~ You tried reaching for his cheeks, ignoring the soreness of your arms right now, before he only took your hands and put it back to you. You were confused, what's going on?
~ His hands lingered on yours, the nurse leaving the room, but you both didn't notice. His brows furrowing, his lips quivering, a tear sliding down his cheeks as he muttered the words,
"Why is it that when I throw stones at you, you throw bread at me?"
~ Oh, you couldn't think of a reply. His hands rub circles on the back of your hand, you look at him so softly... He didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve you.
~ You brought his hands closer to your lips, giving his knuckles butterfly kisses as he sighed. He was about to pull away, but your hands squeezed his. Telling him to stay, to let you kiss him,
"... Because you deserve nice things too."
Vil Schoenheit
♦ What's this? Oh, what is this?
♦ You're sleeping, yeah. That's it. You were just sleeping, ahahaha!! You were just tired from all the running about and around the school campus, helping with the decorations, the foods, their practice. Yeah, that's it.
♦ So, pray do tell, why weren't you waking up?
♦ Vil shook you, trying so hard to wake you up from your slumber. He loves the way you sleep, the way you snore, the way you mumble sweet little things, but that's because he knew you'll wake up. That he'll see your eyes fluttering open, like curtains unfolding so he can see your gorgeous orbs that he loves waking up to.
♦ The moment you subtly, oh, so subtly, took a breath, he was overjoyed. Picking you up almost immediately despite the strain and soreness of his body, with Rook by his side, aiding him to get you to a safer place, where the smokes and fogs of his poison lingered no more.
♦ You woke up with a headache, you felt like someone used a hammer and pounded your brain with it over and over. Still, you looked around slowly, taking in the bright white room, like you were in heaven.
♦ That is, until, you see Vil, confirming that you are indeed, not in heaven. Which relieved you so.
♦ He saw your eyes finally fluttering open, just like you always do when waking up beside him. He was overjoyed that he jumped from his seat, and cupped your cheeks gently, so careful that you felt you're made of glass. One wrong move and you'll shatter. Well, that's what Vil felt at the moment.
"Darling, you're awake!"
♦ He held you close, giving your head a kiss, combing your hair while doing so. You felt yourself relax at that, you snuggled closer towards his warmth, you inhaled his sweet, sweet floral scent, feeling your muscles release the stress they've been holding.
♦ He continued petting your head, before he pulled away slightly, enough so he could look at you. He caressed your cheeks, giving you another kiss on the forehead, the nose, your cheeks. But he didn't kiss you on the lips, no. It's like a barrier was stopping him from kissing your delicate lips, and he didn't like that.
"How do you feel?"
♦ He asked, his volume only a whisper, but it's loud enough for you to hear. His eyes looked so.... remorseful, so full of regret. He rubbed gentle circles on your hands, then he leaned in your shoulders, resting his head against them as you leaned yours against his head.
♦ It took a few moments before he finally spoke up, hands still intertwined with one another,
"I feel great."
"Please, no, tell me the truth."
♦ His head moved upwards slowly against your shoulders, his orbs looking at yours as you looked at his. So tired, so exhausted... You sighed at that, pressing your lips between his brows, your hand giving his a firm squeeze.
♦ It relieved his stress for a brief moment. You're here, you're alive, you're warm... It eased his mind, but there's still that thought. That thought that lingered and pestered the back of his mind that whatever he does, he will never be good enough. After all, all he is is a villain. He's no hero. What type of hero hurts the one person that sees him as... Vil? Not the Housewarden of Pomefiore, not the suppermodel and actor/actress that everyone in Twisted Wonderland adores and loves.
"In all my life, all the people that adored and gave me praise, yours are the only ones that truly enchanted me."
"Then why indulge in the thoughts that you know are not true?"
♦ Vil was silent for a moment, before he sighed and squeezed your hands tighter, his head nuzzling further, but of course, he reminded himself to be gentle, since you're still recovering.
♦ He let out a chuckle, sighing, "... I don't know." Was all he could reply. And, he knows you're right. He knows the truth, he knows what he should focus on, what his mind should address at the moment: You.
♦ You then gently pulled away, but supported Vil's head as you caressed his cheeks. The both of you smiled at one another, eyes full of love. Vil has a more relaxed and... reassured gaze towards your shimmering orbs. He now felt confident once more, as the two of you leaned in and kissed. It wasn't too sensual, nor was it too romantic. It's more of a wholesome, quick kiss, but the emotions Vil poured into that brief moment could be felt. His concern, his apology, his happiness, his passion... all of those emotions, solely for you and you only.