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Interludes: Duckie -- Written by Trish
Written by Trish
===As I Lay Dying===
“... You silly girl.” Odile brushed her dark bangs behind her ear, her lips pressed into a frown, but her eyes as gentle as she could manage. It was a light reprimand, but not at all harsh. The beautiful young woman reached out with delicate fingers to correct Odette’s braidwork on her current project. “Don’t twist too much or you’ll end up with a mess.”
“Eh? Oh! Hehe, I knew that!” Odette’s tongue darted out from the corner of her mouth in intense concentration. “You’re really good at this!”
“I’ve been doing this for a while,” Odile retorted with a huff, her pride displayed for the world to see, “It would be ridiculous if I hadn’t learned how to perfect it by now.”
Springtime in the gardens of the Temple of Pelor was the prettiest time of the year as far as Odette was concerned. She made Odile promise to teach her to make these flower crowns. With the plants in full bloom, the sun’s rays gracing her skin, and the cool breeze tousling her red hair, every ounce of Pelor’s blessings could be felt. What time could be better for such an activity?
“I guess you’re right.” Odette toyed a little with her small project, adjusting the blooms in what she deemed to be a very pretty arrangement. It was nowhere near as beautiful and breathtaking as Odile’s crowns (everything Odile touched became beautiful and breathtaking; everything Odette touched looked rather lopsided). But it was a step forward! At least she wasn’t crushing any of the petals this time! “Look, look, this one isn’t falling apart!”
Odile gave her a deadpan stare, before sighing. A tiny smile found its way to her lips. “... Well, yes, it’s an improvement, I suppose.”
She then twirled the stem of a white and yellow daisy between graceful and deft fingers, before reaching up and tucking it behind Odette’s ear. “... Promise me you’ll never change.”
“Eh?” Odette blinked, then grinned from ear to ear as she reached up to offer Odile a thornless red rose. “Okay! I dunno what you mean, but I hope you stay just like this, too!”
===Houses of the Holy===
“Duckie … could I talk to you for a moment?”
She was all packed up, and Lysander was likewise eager to get a move on. Since Odile’s disappearance and Lohengrin’s immediate flight, Duckie knew she could no longer remain docile and quiet while her sister-figure and best friend were out there suffering somewhere …
Her heart ached in her chest. She could barely stand it. So much had changed in such little time.
Siegfried would not be able to join her. He was a Paladin of Pelor. His duty and the law itself dictated that he had to leave his allegiances to his friends if they’d ever denied their own selves. Odile and Lohengrin … Siegfried had left them to their fates.
But Duckie was just unable to do the same. She was not bound to the law as Siegfried was. She was strong enough to be out on her own. She had received the High Priests’ blessings to leave (and she had an inkling as to why; she was never a great help to them anyway). She prayed for strength and was ready to set off on her own personal journey.
She already said her goodbyes, so she was surprised when Siegfried suddenly intercepted her upon reaching the bottom of the mountain at the base of the Temple. “Eh? Yeah, what is it?” Sandy sat obediently beside her, licking his nose in curiosity.
Siegfried seemed nervous. For what, she had no idea; he was usually so composed and calm and gentle. And handsome. But everyone knew that. There was something different about him on this day, and she couldn’t place what it was. “... The world is getting smaller and more dangerous every day, isn’t it?”
She tilted her head, but didn’t speak, waiting for him to continue.
“I know … you are on your own now, and you are perfectly capable of defending yourself in an emergency. I merely wish to say this. In the case that I never see you again.” At this point, she grew worried. Especially when he reached out to clutch her hands between his own.
“I … like you.”
Her eyes widened and her lips parted in surprise.
“... Take care. I don’t want to live in a world without you. Maybe … after we sort everything out with Odile, we could … test the waters a bit?” He swallowed thickly, rubbing his thumb against the back of her shaking hand. Then, on a whim and a sudden rush of emotion, he pulled her close, embracing her in his arms.
“... Just stay safe, alright?”
===Paper Hearts===
”Odette … isn’t that the name of a swan? Tch, you’re more like an awkward little duck if you ask me.”
“Yeah, well, no one asked you, you jerk!”
She pouted, expression scrunched up in distaste as she mopped the floors of the empty dining hall. Odette was put on cleaning duty due to her tardiness that morning. She was never late for prayers, but she could never seem to keep her studies in check. Lohengrin, the current subject of her ire, was not even present in the hall at that moment, but she did have a strange habit of talking to herself when alone.
“Awkward and little … why, he’s just a grumpy … grouch face!” He had a point, though. She was no swan. Odile was more swanlike and beautiful than she ever would be.
The angry fire that burned in her chest was extinguished by a sudden flood of discouragement. She sighed, leaning on the mop with a pouting frown. Odette didn’t realize that the mop began to slide across the moist ground, slipping up until she fell right along with it. “KWAH!!” She plummeted down right onto the wet, soapy ground with a ‘plop.’
… Well, that was just fantastic.
She released a half-moan, half-sob into the ground, not even bothering to try to lift herself up from the floors just yet. Odette hardly cared that her robes were now moist and her hair was dripping wet. The mop rolled uselessly away from her and all was quiet for a long moment as she reveled in her self-pity.
“ … Seriously?”
The scowl returned to her face when she heard that stupidly familiar and sarcastic tone. “Go. Away,” she replied. She winced, however, when she sounded less like a growl and more like a pathetic whimper. Way to be intimidating, Odette.
“Tch.”
She squeaked, feeling strong hands grip onto her shoulders (oddly warm and gentle?) and lift her onto her feet. Blinking upwards, she caught sight of his cool stare and his raised eyebrow. “Stop trying to clean the floor with your face, Duckie.”
Wait, what did he just call her? What kind of a name was that?
She blinked again and merely watched as he picked up the mop. “Get out of here. You’re not getting anything done. I’ll finish it.”
“W-Wha? That’s my job--!”
“I’ll finish it.” She froze when he turned to look at her, a smirk (wait, he knows how to smile?!) on his lips. “Go study and practice. You need that more than this.”
“... Fiiiine.”
“... And go change. Don’t get sick.” His smirk fell as he took in her soaked state. She almost swore she could see a hint of worry in his gaze, but it must’ve been her imagination.
Then, he reached out and offered her what appeared to be a small towel. When she didn't take it right away, he scoffed and tossed it to her, letting it flop right onto her head. He went right back to mopping without another word.
“... O-Oh. Okay ...”
===What Was and What Will Never Be Again===
“... You silly girl.” Odile brushed her dark bangs behind her ear, her lips pressed into a frown, but her eyes as gentle as she could manage. It was a light reprimand, but not at all harsh. The beautiful young woman reached out with delicate fingers to correct Odette’s braidwork on her current project. “Don’t twist too much or you’ll end up with a mess.”
“Eh? Oh! Hehe, I knew that!” Odette’s tongue darted out from the corner of her mouth in intense concentration. “You’re really good at this!”
“I’ve been doing this for a while,” Odile retorted with a huff, her pride displayed for the world to see, “It would be ridiculous if I hadn’t learned how to perfect it by now.”
Springtime in the gardens of the Temple of Pelor was the prettiest time of the year as far as Odette was concerned. She made Odile promise to teach her to make these flower crowns. With the plants in full bloom, the sun’s rays gracing her skin, and the cool breeze tousling her red hair, every ounce of Pelor’s blessings could be felt. What time could be better for such an activity?
“I guess you’re right.” Odette toyed a little with her small project, adjusting the blooms in what she deemed to be a very pretty arrangement. It was nowhere near as beautiful and breathtaking as Odile’s crowns (everything Odile touched became beautiful and breathtaking; everything Odette touched looked rather lopsided). But it was a step forward! At least she wasn’t crushing any of the petals this time! “Look, look, this one isn’t falling apart!”
Odile gave her a deadpan stare, before sighing. A tiny smile found its way to her lips. “... Well, yes, it’s an improvement, I suppose.”
She then twirled the stem of a white and yellow daisy between graceful and deft fingers, before reaching up and tucking it behind Odette’s ear. “... Promise me you’ll never change.”
“Eh?” Odette blinked, then grinned from ear to ear as she reached up to offer Odile a thornless red rose. “Okay! I dunno what you mean, but I hope you stay just like this, too!”
“Duckie … could I talk to you for a moment?”
She was all packed up, and Lysander was likewise eager to get a move on. Since Odile’s disappearance and Lohengrin’s immediate flight, Duckie knew she could no longer remain docile and quiet while her sister-figure and best friend were out there suffering somewhere …
Her heart ached in her chest. She could barely stand it. So much had changed in such little time.
Siegfried would not be able to join her. He was a Paladin of Pelor. His duty and the law itself dictated that he had to leave his allegiances to his friends if they’d ever denied their own selves. Odile and Lohengrin … Siegfried had left them to their fates.
But Duckie was just unable to do the same. She was not bound to the law as Siegfried was. She was strong enough to be out on her own. She had received the High Priests’ blessings to leave (and she had an inkling as to why; she was never a great help to them anyway). She prayed for strength and was ready to set off on her own personal journey.
She already said her goodbyes, so she was surprised when Siegfried suddenly intercepted her upon reaching the bottom of the mountain at the base of the Temple. “Eh? Yeah, what is it?” Sandy sat obediently beside her, licking his nose in curiosity.
Siegfried seemed nervous. For what, she had no idea; he was usually so composed and calm and gentle. And handsome. But everyone knew that. There was something different about him on this day, and she couldn’t place what it was. “... The world is getting smaller and more dangerous every day, isn’t it?”
She tilted her head, but didn’t speak, waiting for him to continue.
“I know … you are on your own now, and you are perfectly capable of defending yourself in an emergency. I merely wish to say this. In the case that I never see you again.” At this point, she grew worried. Especially when he reached out to clutch her hands between his own.
“I … like you.”
Her eyes widened and her lips parted in surprise.
“... Take care. I don’t want to live in a world without you. Maybe … after we sort everything out with Odile, we could … test the waters a bit?” He swallowed thickly, rubbing his thumb against the back of her shaking hand. Then, on a whim and a sudden rush of emotion, he pulled her close, embracing her in his arms.
“... Just stay safe, alright?”
”Odette … isn’t that the name of a swan? Tch, you’re more like an awkward little duck if you ask me.”
“Yeah, well, no one asked you, you jerk!”
She pouted, expression scrunched up in distaste as she mopped the floors of the empty dining hall. Odette was put on cleaning duty due to her tardiness that morning. She was never late for prayers, but she could never seem to keep her studies in check. Lohengrin, the current subject of her ire, was not even present in the hall at that moment, but she did have a strange habit of talking to herself when alone.
“Awkward and little … why, he’s just a grumpy … grouch face!” He had a point, though. She was no swan. Odile was more swanlike and beautiful than she ever would be.
The angry fire that burned in her chest was extinguished by a sudden flood of discouragement. She sighed, leaning on the mop with a pouting frown. Odette didn’t realize that the mop began to slide across the moist ground, slipping up until she fell right along with it. “KWAH!!” She plummeted down right onto the wet, soapy ground with a ‘plop.’
… Well, that was just fantastic.
She released a half-moan, half-sob into the ground, not even bothering to try to lift herself up from the floors just yet. Odette hardly cared that her robes were now moist and her hair was dripping wet. The mop rolled uselessly away from her and all was quiet for a long moment as she reveled in her self-pity.
“ … Seriously?”
The scowl returned to her face when she heard that stupidly familiar and sarcastic tone. “Go. Away,” she replied. She winced, however, when she sounded less like a growl and more like a pathetic whimper. Way to be intimidating, Odette.
“Tch.”
She squeaked, feeling strong hands grip onto her shoulders (oddly warm and gentle?) and lift her onto her feet. Blinking upwards, she caught sight of his cool stare and his raised eyebrow. “Stop trying to clean the floor with your face, Duckie.”
Wait, what did he just call her? What kind of a name was that?
She blinked again and merely watched as he picked up the mop. “Get out of here. You’re not getting anything done. I’ll finish it.”
“W-Wha? That’s my job--!”
“I’ll finish it.” She froze when he turned to look at her, a smirk (wait, he knows how to smile?!) on his lips. “Go study and practice. You need that more than this.”
“... Fiiiine.”
“... And go change. Don’t get sick.” His smirk fell as he took in her soaked state. She almost swore she could see a hint of worry in his gaze, but it must’ve been her imagination.
Then, he reached out and offered her what appeared to be a small towel. When she didn't take it right away, he scoffed and tossed it to her, letting it flop right onto her head. He went right back to mopping without another word.
“... O-Oh. Okay ...”