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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

Shinohara said:
"Would it be bad if rumours spread about us? It's not like we are from separate marriages, trying to hide the fact that we are cheating with each other." Eve said and laughed.
"hmm now that I think about it it's pretty understandable that we are a couple" Vayne said and chuckled "looks like I got worried for nothing".
 
Eve giggled and kissed Vayne. She then looked down at her body which was naked under her labcoat. "Why don't you put my clothes on?" She asked with a little grin on her face.
 
"I should've expected you to say that but anyway" Vayne said as he grabs her clothes and puts it on her "I think queen would be a better one than being a princess".
 
"I don't even think myself as a king more like a servant but If I was a king it would be Matriarchal" Vayne said and kissed Eve.
 
"Sure. Eve looked to where the pile of her clothes had been and noticed that she was missing one part of her outfit. Her stockings had fallen down on the ground. She chuckled and looked at Vayne. "You forgot something." She said.
 
Eve shook her head. "I'm thinking of punishing you first." She said with a smile on her face.
 
"How else would you learn to do things properly?" Eve asked and got off of Vayne and down on her knees infront of him.


(I guess you know what it's going to be. Also probably fade in.. )
 
Revnoir lay in the corner, shaking despite his exhaustion. "Please..." He whispered, too tired to protect his ears from the hurtful words being thrown at him by an unseen individual. Was he the only one seeing these figures around him? They all resembled just one person, snickering at his pitiful state. "Gale..." Revnoir could no longer support his own mind, letting it fall and falling into the black that grasped at every piece of his body. He lay there, unconscious, with not a single soul surrounding him.
 
"Damn... It..." Fatigue came over Yato. He should have rested in the medical area. But instead, he decided to go and be with Leah. Yato fell to the ground. It made a small poof like sound. His sight blacked out. He could not resist. So in the end he was lying on the ground, somewhat near Leah.
 
"Why not?" Eve asked and kissed Vayne again before taking her stockings and putting them on.
 
Lost snowflake.


By one end of the bridge, Leah heard a noise, like a voice, then something falling into snow. Her head whipped to the side, disturbing the few wasted snowflakes that had settled in her hair. A short way away, she noticed a crumpled figure, and quickly stood to approach. When she did, she found that it was Yato. A quick bolt of worry stuck her, even more vibrant than the one before. There was little way she could carry him at all, nevertheless to the medbay, so she simply wrapped him in a dark blanket of her threads and plopped down beside him. Sitting with her trenchcoat between herself and the snow, and maybe even on the ends of her long hair, she lay Yato's head in her lap and leaned back into the snow herself.



Found snowflake?
 
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Yulier sat quietly on the edge of the bridge, watching the landscape just like she had been for most of her time at the base. Aura always seemed more busy now, things were all different. She let out a subtle sigh and looked at the base. Why couldn't things be like before? She wanted the old Aura back. She wanted things to be like they were before, but she didn't know what to do about it. She didn't know if she even could do anything about it.
 
Yato slowly came to. He felt something around him. His head was sideways on someone, lap? He opened his eyes. He spotted dark threads around himself. He jerks around and screamed. He slid out of the blanket of black threads. He stood up and a swarm of bright white threads surrounded Yato. He took a fighting stance. Suddenly he realized who he was lying down on. Leah!
 
With a yelp at Yato's rather sudden commotion, Leah stood to leap back, but tripped herself over her coat and only ended toppling over into the snow. A bright glare burned at her vision, and she shut her eyes to little avail. It was like staring at the sun in summer, an unavoidable and constant nuisance that always left blots of color in her vision.


Summer. Their parents had rented a boat after having driven hours to a remote cabin that bordered a grand lake. The boy and his nine-year-old sister were wrestling just beneath the surface of the water, one having pushed the other in, and then being dragged from the boat themselves. The sun was impossibly bright through the murky waves being sent about by the two, while the smaller girl of seven years was holding a pillow over her face to filter out the glare in an attempt to nap upon one of the bench-like cushioned seats that lined the boat....





No.


No. Hell no, not now..! Not now! The twenty-two year old version of Leah bit down hard on nothing, her jaw letting out a loud snap, bringing her hand to her face to possibly hinder the light that burned her eyes.
 
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Yato didn't know how to use light threads at all. He couldn't control them. He tried to retract them, but they lit up brighter. Luckily it wasn't too lethal but it was bright. Yato sighed lightly. He stepped closer to Leah. He took her trench coat and covered her with it. Blocking out the light from her vision. "i'm sorry, I'm not used to this..."
 
With a bit of a moan as the light brightened, Leah felt her coat tossed over her face and gladly it there. She heard Yato apologizing, mentioning that he couldn't control the new threads. At that, Leah gave a chuckle that was muffled by her coat. 'I know that feeling...' Though the times when she had absolutely no idea if she was even a weaver or not were far from her memory, she could still recall fumbling with burning threads, failing often at doing much other than nothing with them.
 

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