Seven Shards of Flandre Scarlet | Glowfic Constellation

Shattered

With your fingernails, you scratch another deep furrow into the wall of the basement that has been your only company for so long. This is the third wall you've filled, now. If you still bothered to count, it'd be exactly one hundred and eighty two thousand, five hundred lines. Despite the pitch darkness, you can see every one clearly.

Five hundred years.

"FIVE HUNDRED YEARS!"

The crystalline shards of your wings shake and clatter against each other as you hurl a stone from the floor against the far wall, obliterating hundreds of marks in one blow.

So hungry.

So angry.

So lonely.

"LET US OUT LET US OUT LET US OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!!!!!"

The scream echoes off the dungeon walls.

Remi said be good, be good and we'll be out eventually, just be good and everything will be okay, trust Remi…

Why would we want out? It's so nice down here, with the flowers and the tea parties and the birds and the sunshine and the games…

It's been too long, why would Remi let us out now? We're too crazy. Five hundred years and I'm all that's left.

You're held, paralyzed. The voices in your head war and clash. So hungry. So angry. But Remi will save you! No she won't, she's left you. No, Remi would never give up on you! Then why hasn't she come down here more than a half-dozen times in the past few years? Because she knows we're having fun, silly!

There's a pause. It's rare that there's a stalemate in your head for long. New voices always start up. But for some reason, this time they're slow to speak. Maybe five hundred years was long enough for you to start to heal. Maybe you've just broken so completely you can't break anymore.

You introduce yourself to the new voices you know are coming. You're Flandre Scarlet, a vampire trapped in the body of a twelve-year-old girl, and you went insane a long time ago.

That's why Remi keeps you locked up down here, so that you won't hurt anyone.

So that you can't eat anyone.

So that you can't see anyone.

You don't understand why she doesn't try to help you.

That makes you very, very, angry.

So, little voices in my head, what should we do about it?

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Patchouli Knowledge

The Seven Day Magician

Patchouli nods, and keeps reading her grimorie.

Shattered

Whyyyyyyy is talking to people so haaaaaaaaaaaard?

Timerune

Awwww, it's okay, we'll all- er, most of us will help you as much as we can!

Sadde Baldwin

switch_between

red

I'm good at talking to people. ...I'm pretty sure. If I wasn't literally created a few minutes ago, in which case my memories aren't really reliable.

whatever-you-call-it

Oh good, it's a philosopher. No one cares about whatever asinine existential crisis you're currently experiencing. If you don't have a suggestion, be silent.

Gannayev-of-Dreams

Aestrix

I think that whatever skill may or may not be brought to bear, the bookworm is not going to be very good conversation on her own merits. Perhaps discussing magical theory. It seems foolhardy to take any long silences from her as a failure, regardless.

Sadde Baldwin

switch_between

red

I'll keep my existential crises to myself from now on, then. I'm agreed with the poet, however.

Shattered

Can I ask about eyes? Can I? Can I?

Patchy said to just read over her shoulder. If the other voices want to argue, we can ask how she reads so much and hasn't had her eyes go blind.

Shattered

Not that kind of eyes! The crushy ones.

whatever-you-call-it

Patchy is not an ally. We should avoid revealing the source of our power. Don't ask about the eyes, but see if there's any references to them in the books. And if we kill Patchy first, we can do that step in peace.

Patchy is not an enemy either. Can't you see that?

whatever-you-call-it

I don't see the relevance.

Well, we have people who ARE enemies hanging out, or at least much worse than Patchy. Bigger targets.

whatever-you-call-it

They are not here. Patchy is here.

They're like, maybe one or two rooms over? Time and space are all wibbly wobbly in here. Could always pick a fairy servant up if you HAVE to.

Gannayev-of-Dreams

Aestrix

Not that I don't appreciate the endlessly riveting debate between directionless homicidal tendencies and practicality, but could we please do something more interesting than this?

Shattered

Yeah, listening to you argue is booooring. I'm just gonna ask her.

Shattered

Leaning in over Patchouli's shoulder, you smile brightly.

"Patchy-sama, do you know anything about magic eyes?"

Patchouli Knowledge

The Seven Day Magician

"Mm. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Magic involving them is pretty common. Do you mean like the Satori's third eye, which reads people's minds? Or like the eyes of some moon rabbits, that can drive you crazy if you look into them?"

Shattered