// Another text post about how school is eating my time and motivation for roleplay.
Things are going very well, but unfortunately you are seeing me very little lately. School is most important and all the work is paying off.
I miss you all though. But soon. soon my little dearies YuY //
Even now, Kim was still wrestling with her emotions, and struggled to hold back her tears; but the moment Victor sat beside her - the moment he kindly put his arm around her - she lost the war. That kind, sympathetic gesture, accompanied by his understanding, compassionate words, opened the floodgate of her emotions. Turning towards him, Kim wrapped both arms around him, buried her face against his shoulder, and sobbed.
She hadn’t cried like this since she was a child - her entire frame shook, and her chest seemed to constrict as she finally released the pain she’d been holding silently for so many months. (She was, however, careful not to stain his suit, as repaying someone with tear stains and ruined clothes was the last thing she wanted to do.) Under any other circumstances, she would have quickly sought to regain control of herself. Under any other circumstances, she would have apologized, and would have been horrified at how vulnerable she had made herself.
But these were not any other circumstances. Victor had only ever been kind and accepting, no matter what. He retained his gentle heart no matter what life put him through. It was something she valued and admired highly, something to which she aspired. She wanted to be more like Victor - whom she regarded as a much-loved older brother, regardless of their bloodlines.
Someone else knew. Someone else knew the entire story, and didn’t think she was a terrible person. And not just any someone, but someone she loved and trusted completely. It was an indescribable relief, and she would never truly be able to express how grateful she was.
Kim stayed where she was even after her cries quieted down, as she was so very comfortable. She listened to Victor’s reassurances quietly, though very gratefully. His last statement, however, roused her. Moving back enough to face him, she looked up at him, her eyes wide and worried.
“I can’t,” she said simply. She gazed at him quietly for a few moments, not entirely certain how she could impress the gravity of the situation upon him. Finally, the words tumbled out of her rather haphazardly. “Victor, I can’t. Everyone…everyone thinks he’s dead. I told them that. I told them that both of them were dead.”
She twisted her hands together as she spoke - a small gesture, but one that betrayed her discomfort all the same. “They were all there, half the neighborhood was right there in his garden. They would have gone into the castle. Once they found him…I don’t know what they would have done. I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t know how to make them stop.”
As terrible as that was, it wasn’t the worst part. She knew a return visit wouldn’t be welcome, even if she could somehow manage one. She had said this, and yet…she didn’t quite think Victor understood her. Taking a deep breath, she said, with finality in her voice, “He doesn’t want to see me, Victor.”
Victor almost shook as she turned to him and cried on his shoulder. He sat there, frozen. No one had ever cried at his shoulder. What do you do when a woman breaks and she is all vulnerable? Victor had no idea. This though, was not just any girl, but Victor’s little sister at heart. Seeing her broken broke him as well, to a point you wouldn’t understand unless you haven’t loved. He quickly softened and put his other arm on her back to comfort her. To at least try to comfort her.
Before he had spoken he had thought well through the things he were to say, though it all was very clear to him inside his mind. For some reason he knew just what to say. Not necessarily what she needed to hear, but just what he felt about it all. His words had stumbled, like always (He was not good with words), but they were clear, and that was what Kim needed right now- a clear voice guiding her, convincing her that it was not her fault
Victor was not calm through this, though he tried so hard to be. Although he was so soft, so needing to be a comfort he could feel his teeth biting together. He wasn’t sure if Kim could tell, but in his eyes was a sort of anger. Not upon her, but upon all the unfairness and whatever had made his little sister feel this way.
“You know you cannot go on like this” He said. “If not you will, then I will” His head was shaking slowly
“Bonejangles?” Olaf snorted incredulously. He directed his gaze to a skeleton with one eye and a derby hat who was standing on the stage with the band. “Was he always called that, or did he only change it when he was a skeleton?”
He turned back to Victor. “You wouldn’t have seen her, would you have?” He paused and mouthed the sentence again, frowning. The words didn’t taste right in that order. Maybe now that he had crossed over he could track down old Josephine and ask her about the correct syntax.
He shook his head and decided it wasn’t important.“I’m looking for a woman.” He explained. “Blonde. Probably crusty and salty like me, with poisonous mushrooms growing through her skin and blood down the front of her dress. We were together when we died. I need to ask her about something.” He paused. “Her name is Kit Snicket, if that helps.”
Victor shrugged. He had no idea was Bonejangle’s real name was. If he ever did have one, which he must have had however.
Victor shook his head slowly, while his eyes still fixed at the very, very strange man. Victor had an unsatisfied look upon his face. “I’m sorry, sir.” He said politely. “I have not seen her, I am afraid. I don’t know too many people around here.”
“The only thing I can suggest is that you ask someone who does”
Emily giggled at Victor and nodded her head. “No no, you had it right! That’s how I like to get around back and forth nowadays. I promise, I wouldn’t do anything to have you faint again.” Ah yes, she remembered as well. Now that he was perfectly fine and the event was far behind them, it was rather chuckle-worthy to look back at.
“Hopskotch!” Her voice rang out into the night and they were gone, not yet in the Land of the Dead yet not in the Land Above. All they could see for several brief moments was the surrounding cloud of substance around them. Then, they arrived. In the same part of the jazzy pub as last time.
“Heh..” He stroke his lips and drew his fingers down his neck, while looking away- still with that sheepish smile. She did remember. How embarrassing. He pulled his tie and looked back up at her. “Believe me. That will not happen again” It was an embarrassing memory- not only because his manliness had weakened even more, but because the last thing a woman wants to know is that she’ll scare you to sleep. Now however, Victor knew what a lovely lady Emily was. Her shell wasn’t just a corpse, and her insides weren’t only worms and bloodless organs. She was a human being, and even one of the wittiest, kindest and most creative humans he was ever lucky enough to call a friend.
Instantly a whisper sent them back to a familiar place. When the fog which had brought them there rose he could hear the also familiar tunes, chattery and the sounds of glasses clinging together. They were back.
He dusted his suit carefully, while looking around. He sensed the cheery atmosphere through smell, sound and sight. He then turned his head to Emily and smiled warmly. “I know this place” He said and revealed another awkward grin.
By Doming
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Victor VD showing his drawings of butterflies to little Victor F. ;)
I know, some of you guys going to think that Victor F looks like Victor VD’s upcoming son. XD But just to remind you, Victor F was wearing Victor VD’s old clothing from his childhood.
Victor VD curiously looking at one of Victor F’s invention in the lab. The invention, Tesla Strainer, was from the online game from official Frankenweenie Site.
Safe? From what ever was she in danger from? unless her parents had changed their mind with allowing her to marry Victor and were putting her in harm’s way. Oh dear, what a dreadful though. While Emily did not know Victoria too well, she would hate to have another woman’s happy ending snatched away. No one ever deserved that.
Emily turned to Victor again and tried to give a convincing enough expression that she was not worried in the least. She gave him the slightest, small smile.”Y-yes, of course. After all, I suppose some say if something is not alright, it can’t possibly be the end.” She muttered loud enough for him to hear. The bride was not sure if she believed that, but it gave some hop.e Was this the end though? Everything seemed to be okay at the moment,
She cleared her throat for no real reason and attempted to brighten her smile. “Yes, well, should we get going back under to celebrate? I know everyone will be pleased to see you, if not quite surprised at least.” Emily chuckled breathily. Enough of such mysterious and grim topics, Victor did not need any gloom.
“Certainly!” He uttered and reflected her smile. “Nnnoooow… How do we?” He came to realise that he was not sure how they did get there as when Emily had brought him there he had… well.. passed out. He had woken up to he very land of the dead. Almost like to another universe where the corpses spoke, danced and jazzed. It had been awfully frightening at first, but it all had escalated to the result of him surrendering to it, by agreeing to die himself. The place was happier than home. He had a friend there. Not to mention, friends. They all seemed to cheer for Victor, something they never had at home. His missed buddy Scraps was there and it all was overall happier and brighter than the town had ever been.
“Hop…scotch? No.. That’s the Ukrainian spell” He then looked back to Emily and with a sheepish smile gave up. “Emily.. May you?”
