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Daughter of Evil / The Servant of Evil
Message of Regret
Scene 1; Forest:
Haku: “I’m sorry for being alive.”
A phrase I find myself saying. I wish to be like everyone else, all of them with their green hair. But I am lonely, an outcast. The only one with my white hair.
Haku: “Deep in the forest stands an old tree, I always come here and plead. Anyone who can be a friend to me.” *side-step to stage right and sits on the ground* “Being alone is very sad; I just want someone, anyone, to be my friend. Please, someone come. I just want one person!”
Haku: “I’m sorry for being alive…” *walks out of the forest*
Scene 2; Forest:
Haku: “I’m sorry for being alive.” *Haku walks out of the forest* *Miku walks into the forest*
Miku: A thing she says all the time. She comes to my tree and hopes that one day s
PrussiaxReader"Kesesesese! So, vhat do you say Mädchen?" Prussia asked, nudging you with his elbow. You rolled your eyes and scoffed.
"In your dreams Prussia. I would never let you near me at a party!" You sniffled and turned to walk away.
"Mädchen? Are you alright?" Prussia asked, grabbing your arm. You turned your head to the left and smiled.
"Nah, I sneezed a little while ago," you waved your hand in a dismissive manner. "S'all good Prussia, " you gave a fake smile and walked away. But as you were walking, you bumped into England by accident. He seemed pretty flustered and embarrassed. Then you looked down the hall and saw France walking from the meeting room. That reminded you. You had to go talk to him. You ran up to France and hugged him from behind.
"Quoi?!" France exclaimed, and turned to see you. You giggled and wrapped your fingers in your best friend's hair.
"I gotta talk to you Francey Pants!" You said. France slowly nodded and smiled. "Great. But it has to be alone
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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