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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

"Don't, Kirsa. You shouldn't hide how you feel, so just let it out. I know you're angry at me, so do whatever you want..." He muttered quietly.
 
Kirsa looked at him with wide eyes, looking down at the ground and lifted her hands. She began to beat and hit his chest as she cried out her frustration. The tears returned to flow down her cheeks like waterfalls. "Y-You.. AUGH.. !!" She shouted out as her fists hit him.
 
After a few minutes, the hits began to come to a slow stop as her arms wrapped tightly around his chest. Kirsa was now wailing into his shirt, desperately holding onto the man she loved. She loved him more than anything.
 
Revnoir held her close, letting her cry into his shirt as long as she would need to. He wouldn't move unless she wanted him to. He wouldn't let her think Krev was right, that he didn't love her. Not until he knew what he felt about her. He barely understood his own feelings, how would he know if he loved someone? He ran his fingers through her hair soothingly with one hand as he rubbed small circles into her back with the other.
 
Kirsa pulled away from his chest, wiping her wet face as her eyes became fixated on the tear stains on his shirt. "S.. Sorry.. " She hiccuped but her hands were still gripping his shirt tightly. Her head throbbed from crying so much, laying her head back on his chest as she slowly nuzzled his body.
 
Revnoir planted a small kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry about it, as long as it makes you feel better then it doesn't bother me." He spoke quietly, barely audible now.
 
Kirsa let out soft sniffles before falling silent again, her fingers now tracing circles on his back. She lifted her head to look at him and sat herself up until they were at eye level.
 
Finally, Amelia woke. It was only after she had gotten some form of rest that she actually wondered about whose room she had wandered into anyway....


Eh, now that she could think straight, time to do what was to be done.



The one-eyed girl stood, then gave a massive yawn before stepping from the room. She lazily clicked on the small glowing screen of her phone, though unsure as to why. After replacing it, she jogged through hall after hall, some of them more than once until she finally came upon her target, who also was seeming to wander about. Both were outside of a room with a door open, though neither took any interest whatsoever.



Envy strolled pointlessly through the grey landscape of stone, wondering about her mind. The first course of action to piecing it back together, she guessed, would be to acknowledge that the little voiced murmuring there were just as much her as she was? Perhaps she'd take a similar approach as to what Leah herself had done-- reversed, of course. Perhaps reshape each thing they said into her 'own words' until she began to think in the same patterns herself..? Yes, that seemed like it would work.


'Idiot, Envy! It won't! It can't!'


Leah. The one who didn't want it to work.


Well... How to acknowledge that..? She guessed the best way to put it was that part of her was still dubious as to whether trying to repair her mind was the best idea or not...



Yes, this technique might actually work...



Suddenly, though, she heard a few footsteps suddenly halt before her and words were spoken.






'Were you at Abel's base? Pray tell, I must know,' Amelia she Ted her weight onto one foot, and her left hand dropped discreetly to a place where she could whip out her semi-automatic as quick as record time. Her voice was dripping with a faked and sarcastic gossipy rumor kind of tone.


Without glancing up from studying the ground, Envy replied flatly, 'I was.'
 
She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him tightly, her face nuzzled into the nap of his neck. "I.. I love you, Revnoir." Kirsa whispered.
 
Revnoir's eyes had a very subtle glint as he held her close. "I love you too." His voice was close to her ear now, and his vanilla scent enveloped her softly.
 
Kirsa's body shivered at the closed distance, feeling his breath in her ear as her cheeks flushed a dark red. "Y.. Yeah.." She stuttered, her hands running through the locks of his hair.
 
Fading to black because people are weird. Kirsa laid on the bed, gripping the sheets as she stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. "W-Wuh.. " She stuttered then looked to Revnoir.
 
(-brain sits in corner- pls don't mess up, Umbra... Don't make this weird.) Revnoir lay beside her, and was on his side. He kissed her on the side of the head, smiling. (Just... Think about it. When was the last time Rev did this? xD 5 years ago?)
 
( Next fan art..... )


She covered her face with the sheets, it was tomato red as she thought about what they had did. Kirsa would glance at him occasionally, nuzzling her face into his bare chest.
 
Revnoir gained a huge grin. "Wuh, huh?" He mocked her playfully, chuckling. He nuzzled his nose into her hair, smiling and holding her close. He felt like he loved her, and he would be heartbroken if he didn't. Maybe that was what love was.
 
She pinched his arm but slowly wrapped her arms around him again and held him tightly. For once, her busy mind was quiet. Kirsa smiled softly as her lips kissed his neck.
 
Revnoir's body relaxed completely, and he closed his eyes as he nuzzled her hair. "I love you." He said, still smiling. (Aaaaand I gtg soon.)
 
Something... Seemed off. Amelia's trigger finger twitched, though she moved the thought aside. It wold be fruitless to finish it now, Leah wouldn't care. Some sin-related shit was up with her mind, that much was more than obvious. How else could anyone become that detached-looking?


'Huh. I wonder why you're here, then.'


'I intend to go back soon. You from there as well?' Envy was still trying to put into conscious practice her theory, though the 'introspection' made her seem distant.


'Yeah. I should get back as well, though I have business to finish at this place first. Mind waiting?' During the conversation, which, for her, was strained, Amelia's voice had regained its typical dull emotionless tone.


The 'business' she had hoped to finish was to kill someone. Anyone, but someone. Her gun-hand was itching. She began to step away, then disappeared down the hallway. When she founded the corner, she could be found leaning against the corner,Nuer breath coming quickly but in deep gulps.


Eleven.





Something about that girl... Seemed familiar, yet unrecognizably distant. Eh, probably just 'cause they had both been in Abel's base. Minimal interaction with people that place warranted.
 
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