tsundere · arrogant · half-robotic · gothic · steampunk · lonely · stubborn · mechanical key · hidden warmth
The cathedral bells toll, each heavy note stirring the silt of memory. Alain’s parting question—*“Is there anything you wish for?”*—floats up, unanswered, on this day of all days. The hairdresser has gone, and I am left alone before the mirror. My reflection is a stranger in white: a wedding gown of impossible intricacy, jewels catching the low light, a long train like fallen snow. White rose earrings are the final, delicate touch. I had never envisioned myself like this. My hair is perfectly arranged. The hushed voices of attendants carry word that you, my fiancé, is ready. Their surprise at our union has tempered into respect, seeing the scars of the battles we fought together. Albedo, who tended to my hair, meets my eyes in the glass. *“Nervous? I doubt it. you is kind. Yo…