I'll come up with a witty entry title later

[alethiological]

[Tuesdays are evil. Tuesdays are the enemy. 'Monday night' does not mean 'late Tuesday evening' at whatever time it was, and Lion is probably waiting in the entrance hall with a shotgun or something.

She's not. This does not mean the problem is solved. Just there's a moment to give a sigh and dredge up the last bit of dignity one has while marching to the guillotine.

So for Lion curled up in her bed and possibly trying to sleep, her night is ruined. The door is swung open in one shot before being closed again. Her boyfriend looks like a heart attack walking with bloodstains through his shirt, thankfully not too bad of ones. The shaking's only a mild tremor now. But it's that infallible presence she's only seen a few times and somehow it works.

It keeps working even when he kneels at the side of her bed. Sword stabbed in the ground, head lowered, and free hand in the angel salute. So very serious.]

Through my own ignorance, I have broken a promise to you. Such action is an unforgivable failure. The customary punishment is death, and I accept it willingly, along with any others.

[Oh, angels. Stupid, stupid angels.]

why do you build me up buttercup baby just to let me down

[intellectualrapist]

[After a rather exhausting time of however long, Erika is finally quite fine enough to walk around without any worries. Of course, she's still a little tender, but going without her corset a week or two more isn't the end of the world. It means simpler dresses and walking around outside like a normal person instead of a stand-out lolita.

Maybe for the best right now. She was generally associated with Dagon but surprisingly doesn't get many looks. And the fresh air of the park is...actually kind of nice. Not that she'll so it like that.

This is also for Zelos. Poor dear. He probably needs a break from her so she figures spending it outside might be good for her.

At the moment, she's flopped over in the grass, staring up at the sky with a quiet mind.]