Imunity did wipe the smile to frown, and tilted her head again. “B-but I don’t feel sorry for you?” She asked “Feeling sorry f-for someone is like y-you’re crying over them. I w-was just going to ask you to say sorry.” Imunity shrugged “I a-actually think even i-if you’re mean, y-you were just as alone as I w-was! Isn’t t-that like being equal..?”
“Why would I ever apologize to you? I don’t have a reason to! How I feel hasn’t changed!” She narrowed her eyes. “I am not equal to you, how dare you make that comparison. I’m nothing like you! I’m not alone! And even if I was, I told you, I don’t need anyone!”
Mn, I’m sure if she were still alive she’d regret it plenty. To an extent I regret not attempting to learn how cruel the world was, but I was safe in my mother’s little bubble and I liked it that way.
*She heaves a sigh, twirling a lock of her hair around in her fingers.*
And I know. If there’s a loophole that little demon can find, he’ll use it. For me, he proved a fool of me by asking soon after my mother died why I didn’t wish for eternal life for her. But I knew she wouldn’t like it that way. She wouldn’t want to watch everyone else waste away while she stayed forever.
She shrugged. “My parents wouldn’t regret it, they didn’t even notice anything in the first place. And he didn’t even have to say anything. I noticed nothing had changed and, well, here we are.” She thought the last bit over. “Yeah, I don’t think I’d want that it either, but I doubt a witch can die of natural causes. I’m hoping a Magi gets to me eventually. Of course, that doesn’t mean I’ll just keel over, and I’m definitely not hoping for that to happen anytime soon.”
I was a sheltered child, so I didn’t realize that. It was a shock when it shouldn’t have been. And I’m guessing by your attitude that your wish wasn’t granted as you wanted it?
“That’s still pretty pitiful, mostly on your mother’s fault. You can’t raise your kid, hiding them away from the bad and expect it to turn out well. And it obviously didn’t with you.” She huffed and nodded. “Yes, I wasn’t specific enough. But how was I supposed to know that would matter? I was a kid! I mean, I still am, but I’ve learned.”
Imunity watched her reaction in silence. “Y-you’re the one who’s lying.” Imunity said, getting a bit closer to the witch. “It’s okay t-to want friends. I w-was really lonely when I lost m-my sisters.” Imunity offered a small smile. “Everyone n-needs someone.”
Albertine took a step back, dropping her hand from her face, “Don’t you dare feel sorry for me! I’ll kill you! I don’t want your disgusting pity, I’m supposed to be like this, I have to be, it’s the whole reason I exist any more! And I’m never going to change so shut up and get that awful smile off your face right now!”
Then your minion seems to be extremely dimwitted.
*At the smaller witch’s proclamations, Gertrud simply blinks and tosses her hair over one shoulder.*
My mother was all I had. She protected me from the hatred and resentment that the world held for me, and after she died I was vulnerable to it all. And that is the reason I became a witch. I found the world’s corruption and held the same distaste for it that it did for me. It seems your parents held no regard for you at all and you desired their attention. I’m going to guess that your wish was for more attention?
“Oh, you poor thing. That’s how the world is! It sucks! It’s pretty pathetic that of all things that got to you so badly.” She narrowed her eyes and looked away. “Yep. Basically.”
”..” Imunity was quiet. Smile had assured her many times, and Dolly had been truthful with her sister. Even if Aoshiru didn’t love her, he was still a very good friend. Imunity tilted her head, her voice lowered. “..A-are you saying that no one has e-ever liked you then?” She asked “Y-you’re yelling at me for having real people to care about m-me, because you don’t?”
“N-No! Shut up! That’s stupid, it was just…an example! I was lying! I don’t care if no one likes me, I don’t need anyone!” Her shoulders had started shaking and she put a hand over her face as tears began to brim along her eyes, “I-I don’t need anyone!”
sliceofknife replied to your post: ((hey!!! if you don’t know the source of some art…
ooc: If you mean me, then I got that art from a place that was a Haruhi wiki a long time ago. Actually, it was sometime in 2009. I’ve had the pic in my computer for a bit and just thought I’d share it. The sit I got it from is actually erased. Sorry.
((well i just meant it in general really, as i do see that often.
ahh well thats understandable!
i was able to find the source but it says the work has been deleted.
it’d still be good idea to source back to the artist at least.))
((hey!!! if you don’t know the source of some art you would like to post, here’s an idea!
- dont post it because not crediting art isnt really a great thing to do
- get the saucenao extension for google chrome and firefox
I value my minions. They do their job and are very loyal to me, wanting only to protect me. Which is what I like. And my mother loved roses, and her roses were the reason I was a magical girl in the first place. Despite the fact that it led to my turning into a witch, I adore my roses just like I adored my mother.
“Anja doesn’t do anything! She just gets lost and ruins my towers and just gets in the way of everything! Oh, your mother.” Her black eyes seemed to roll as she crossed her arms. “That’s just stupid. Why don’t you hate her? Especially since its technically her fault you’re like this! It was all my mother and father’s fault I ended up a witch, and not a bone in my body had any love towards them or anything that involved them!”