The wheel chose this.
Angst and fluff, Olive Stanford (KitC), Roulx Rhymer (KitC), probably inaccurate depiction of grief, sometimes the narrator lies.
author's notes
All shits and giggles. Sorry I don't accept criticism except for grammatical errors.
It takes a while.
For Roulx, time flows around itself like syrup. Losing track of it was easy. In kir everyday, events are the obstructions to that delicate flowing syrup, of sweeping minutes. And ki would enjoy everytime the syrup would be slowed down. Feeling the world around kime, like finger tips to the wooden smoke and smog.
Its own mind is only “human” afterall.
Which means it has flaws.
Roulx couldn’t’ve possibly stopped what had happened.
Not with the everything that was going on…
Whispered chatterings and the crackling smoke hung in the air as an ambiance distinct from the deathly news. As Ash, the very murderer sat next door in the guestroom. The twins, one sat above all on the rafters, swung cheerily upside down, as in one their hand wields the sweet smellings of freshly melted smores. Hugo sat beside the campfire, keeping it burning. His silhouette sat dark, but present in the room.
For Roulx, it seemed that the moment that everything came down, was when Luci came in. Not even to be fair, all the hearts candidates seemed to have that aura of intimidation for kime. Or perhaps ki was just too sensitive to that.
But still, it didn’t talk. It did. Nothing.
… The weather bears of soft winds, blue sky. The hill is just far enough away from the castle to not recieve of its commotion, yet not close enough to the town to induce kime of theirs too.
It feels… ‘no, not nice.’ One would describe the feeling, ‘as if stuck in purgatory.’ and ‘lost in the sauce.’???
White, blue glowing stars utter their greetings with their unblinking eyes. Their fixed movements, on their tracks set to the west.
It blinks. Constellations dragged onto their next stations. Lamb ear’s grass caress its senses, beneath its white linen suit. Passing by without ever a wait, as if they’re rushing for a time better than now.
Hidden within its own view, Roulx tries to reason. This is but punishment for… For what? For its lack-luster, actionless, coward-like being to be? Or maybe for just the mere way, that their very presence is taking up more space than they’d ever deserv-
Light…
Stars…
…
They don’t think too hard about the few birds that’d stopped by, twins quickly disappearing from its recall.
Its hands are clean, gliding over the shallow blade of grass beside itself… One could even say that this is a way to relax. This was intended to be a rest afterall. To make sense of the everything that has came up.
…
The darkness of tonight shouldn’t be so suffocating.
Ki watches the horizon, the horizon watches back without tempt. Alike a bubble. Specks of darkness rises in kir sight, lulling kime to rest out in the deep, empty, opening.
Venus hill.
Mornings wears one out. Especially when there’s nothing else to do. Ki has to head back. Sure no one will be waiting for kir return, ‘there has to be a way.’ but that doesn’t mean that its lack of presence will make everything better. Only by doing something, will change happen.
A light blue phonecase. If Roulx held it up to the sky, it would blend like a backdrop into the sky. A long list of contacts that seems all so unfamilar. It hadn’t talked to all of them, though, word by mouth can be a fast enough way of learning than anyone could imagine. But all to the suits groups, it wonders if it can stay in any of the other towers. ‘would they have any spare? last time i’d slept on the grounds of the spades…’ … An empty feeling hollows out its senses for a moment. But quickly, it returns to its senses, when its phone screen automatically turns off from the lack of interaction.
It would be fucking hilarious if Roulx completed the collection of, towers that it has slept in at least once -with the Diamonds tower. But that’s only a stray thought as they’d glance over his contact name. Olive.
Not too familiar, but also not too unfamiliar. They were there when Roulx passed out the first time. Not a strange, but still ‘i don’t know enough.’
Such a sunny day.
Not too close. Within the Diamond tower guestroom, there sat a working candidate. Sketching away upon his pace at an engineering project. Small metal pieces lay scattered on the desk, rough hands work away, drawing in lines and calculation on a notebook smudged partly with lead. The way his dark curly hair shaved on the sides hung in the air as he worked away.
One would question how he stays so calm during a time of crisis! But you see dear reader, this man is just fucking abnormal. He is having a hyperfixation to distract him from the current political affairs. How irresponsible.
… But one is not to be judged. He works away and only one of his reason is due to there being lately nothing else to do.
To the right of their wooden workbench, sat their phone facing downwards.
It’s not exactly been quiet lately, but the tension between the candidates have been obvious. Not that they don’t wish to participate in it, but just… Well, there’s nothing to be gained from taking part. Too much chaos isn’t good for the reputation afterall.
…
Their phone screen lights up a in the dim guestroom, a bright notification banner flickers in front of the dull lockscreen.
Roulx
Calmest greetings dear friend, …
A direct message from Roulx. Roulx from the suits of Clubs, quiet and cautious. But, non-threatening would be the most suitable.
Unusual for sure. But the 14:23 atop its screen tells it could really be for anything.
They put their pencil down, beside the open notebook.
The message itself reads more like a short letter.
Calmest greetings dear friend,
This is not about the Almond Water, but only a request for help from a pal in need.
I do not think staying at the other towers ,would deal me through my current times, and I believe that you’re the only one that can assist me through at this moment.
Provide me with a Diamonds’ Key, and a favor of mine will be owed to you.
I sit atop the tallest hill in the woods today, and until further notice.
From. Roulx.
…
Olive reads it over again, hastely typing up a reply.
⊕…ok. Wait for me there.
He’ll need a spare key, and now apparently a spare bed as well. Well, they already do have a spare one.
Every candidate has their suit tower spare keys. A box within the entrance drawer, tens of the same bronze keys laid side by side. One into his jacket pocket, heading outside.
I am a slow author. ik </3 but that's it for Chapter 1. I'll link chapter two to the right when I do finish.