SR Ace Trappola Gala Couture Personal Story: Part 1

“I’m counting on you guys, alright?”

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Pomefiore Dorm – Ballroom]

Vil: Stop! Both of you, stop there.

Vil: Walking is not done with just your legs, but by holding your pelvis directly right over your thighs. How many times do I have to repeat this?

Jack: …I’m sorry.

Silver: This is really difficult…

Vil: Sigh… Well, I need to step away for a moment to deal with something for my dorm. While I’m gone, make sure to continue with your individual practice!

Vil: If you slack off or otherwise neglect your training, I will not be pleased. Once I return, I will check for any improvements, so keep that in mind.

Ace: At this rate, I wonder if they’re going to be alright…

Ace: In order for me to hook the queen, we’ll need it to be an irresistible show, but things don’t really look too good.

Lilia: You all look to be in a bind, hm. Although it is fun to watch from the side.

Ace: Uwaa!? …Lilia-senpai? Eh, when did you get here?

Lilia: Kufufu, sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.

Lilia: I’ve been busy dealing with all the students freezing to the bone, but I was finally able to find some time to come here.

Lilia: I thought I’d come and cheer on Silver, since he is practicing so hard.

Ace: I see～ You coulda just gone and lounged around, but you came all the way to Pomefiore. So nice of you～

Lilia: I could say the same of you. You’re watching those two practice so intently. Aren’t you riddled with worry?

Ace: Well yeah, of course I’m worried! ‘Cause we’re all in this together.

Ace: I mean, look at how Jack’s moving.

Ace: Maybe it’s 'cause he’s nervous, but you really can’t tell that he’s usually so agile from how horribly he’s carrying himself.

Lilia: Hmm… True. His peculiar movements seem to remind me of something the longer I watch…

Lilia: Ah! I know. He looks like a bird that’s hit his head!

Ace: A bird that hit his head?! I can’t say I’ve ever seen something like that, but it sounds like a totally perfect analogy!

Lilia: His legs are shaking, but he’s got such a serious look on his face… That gap makes me laugh!

Ace: Well, now that you mention it, he looks exactly like a flamingo whose head is spinning from being used for croquet.

Lilia: Ooh, a flamingo. I can kind of see how he looks like one, with how cute he looks, being all pink and flustered.

Ace: Yeah, yeah, that. Jack’s so easily flustered. It’s a shame, isn’t it?

Lilia: No, no. I think it’s nice and refreshing.

Lilia: If I look more closely, I see that Silver’s legs are also shaking from the posture he’s holding. It sure brings back memories of when he was just a lad.

Lilia: I feel like I could watch him forever.

Jack: …Tch… Those two are just yammering away… They’re totally enjoying this.

Silver: Jack, don’t lose focus.

Jack: Ah, yes! I have to ignore it, just ignore it… Don’t worry about them, just calm down…

Jack: Okay, this time for sure… Extend my knees, then gracefully… position my pelvis directly right over my thighs…

Ace: Hey Jack, you good～? If you don’t know how to walk straight, I can hold you up!

Lilia: Your facial expression is too stiff, too～ It’s a show, you need to smile. Come on, smile!

Jack: Ignore them… Ignore them…!

Lilia: Ooh, what unorthodox choreography. His right hand and left leg are swinging out together.

Lilia: Combined with Silver’s stiff movements, it does seem to look like two robots dancing. In a way, it’s quite hip. Is that what they are aiming for?

Ace: You two are too nervous! C'mon, c'mon, you guys gotta relax～

Lilia: Yeah, smile, smile! If you keep frowning like that, we won’t get our ticket’s worth!

Lilia: Gimme my money back～! Even though I didn’t actually spend a single madol.

Ace: Yeaaah, yeaaah, give me back the money I lent you the other day to buy a notebook～!

Jack: JUST SHUUUT UUUP!!!!

Jack: What is wrongwith you guys!? If you’re just going to bother us, go away!!

Jack: And besides, I paid you back for that notebook the same day!!

Ace: Oh, did you?

Jack: Why’d you remember lending me the money, but not that I returned it, huh?!

Silver: Calm down, Jack. I think you’re a tad off topic.

[door opens loudly]

Vil: Your shouting could be heard from outside in the hallway!!!!!

Vil: You two… You were just playing around and not practicing at all, hm…?

Jack: N-No, we weren’t!

Jack: We were practicing properly, but these two wouldn’t stop heckling us.

Lilia: We were only trying to help soothe your nerves… I’m in shock that you’d say that sort of thing…

Ace: Uwaa, you made him cry～! And after all we were doing to encourage you guys… Jack, you’re the worst～

Jack: He’s totally fake crying!

Jack: Ugh… We’re already dealing with so much trying to get it right. Don’t make it worse on us.

Jack: Vil-senpai, Silver-senpai, I’m sorry. I’ll throw them both out right away.

Vil: Right. It would be annoying for them to continue interrupting your training, yes.

Lilia: Hmm… What a shame. I would have wanted to watch a little longer.

Ace: Eh, that helped kill some time, so I’ll just go somewhere else if I’m gonna be kicked out. Mmkay then, good luck…

Lilia: Oh, I have an idea! Ace, why don’t you show them an example of how to walk properly?

Ace: Eh? Me, an example?

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Requested by @girl-in-the-tower.

an unlikely duo

Valentwst Day 3:

Day 3 Prompt: Past | “It would be so much easier to kill you if you weren’t so cute.”

Summary: Lilia had one duty to fulfill and one doubt he has to erase from his heart.

Note: I woke up at 1am after having a revelation about writing Lilia kind of like Saint G. From C:R and I passed out in the middle of writing it Anyways! Enjoy this AU

It was never this cold before in the mansion. Despite everything being the same as you remember, you can’t help but feel fear and confusion take over you when the only thing different from your memories was the behaviour of the man in front of you. It was as if he erased all remaining emotions that could ever exist within him.

You can’t help but shiver when your eye caught a glint of steel underneath his sleeves — but most of all, you were confused. The other day, you were smiling and laughing at him as if all was right in the world yet the next day, you’re locked up inside a room with a man you used to think you knew well.

“Come now,” his voice made your head snap up towards him. His smile was the same as ever but the eyes were the windows to the soul — you saw emptiness. “That’s no way to look at me. I’m doing you a favour after all.”

“A favour? Which part of this situation looks like a good thing, Lilia?” You couldn’t help but sigh, wanting to brush this all off as one huge prank from him, knowing that he likes to fool around often.

He brandished his blade and it glittered under the moonlight shining down from the window. Solemnly, “this blade is coated with a poison that will numb your senses. You wouldn’t even know you’re being attacked while you’re asleep. Quite merciful, don’t you think so?”

“Lilia what is the meaning of this?” You raised your voice, verging closer and closer to snapping. Was he really serious about this? You were too afraid to know the truth.

In a blink of an eye, Lilia pressed the cold steel to your neck — enough to scare you but not enough to leave a scratch. In a low voice, he whispered, “your life belongs to me. I won’t allow anyone else to have you. I shall bear the guilt of killing you myself.”

You stood silent and unmoving, staring at his wine red eyes for what seemed like eternity before gulping and opening your mouth to speak. “… Is this what you truly want?”

His grip on his blade faltered for a split second before hardening himself once more. But the tone of his voice when he delivered his response betrayed the front he was trying to show you. You felt an underlying hint of bitterness in his words. “What I want doesn’t matter.”

“That’s not true.” You refuted. Lilia only responded by grazing your skin ever so slightly. But you continued, daring to cup his cheeks with your hands, you looked him straight in the eye and said: “You’re… My precious person. I can’t let you do something you don’t want to do.”

Lilia’s eyes widened, and his body was trembling slightly. You could hear the sound of his blade dropping to the floor — a troubled expression gracing his face. You could tell that he let his facade crack just once more, yet you don’t know how long it would take for him to put it back on. “My, my… Whatever shall I do? It would be much easier for me to kill you if you weren’t so cute.”

Cute? That was a word you didn’t expect to be in the same sentence as kill. Though you were past the point of getting surprised at little things ever since Lilia held you hostage and nearly took your life.

He raised his index finger and pressed it against your lips as if he was shushing a small child. His eyes were unreadable in the dark of the room, he pleaded, “then, by all means, please try your best to escape. For me. If you fail to escape after tomorrow… I won’t hesitate a second time.”

Like a puppet being controlled by the puppeteer, his every move was being watched by someone you didn’t know. All you knew was that you had to run away from the stage and cut the strings that bind him to a fate he never wanted. But, the question is: Can you?

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