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 Good stuff. I knew what the terms meant thanks to being a huge nerd, but I was unaware of the C.S. Lewis connection. Thanks for the writeup.
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Sorry for the lack of updates here. Between a new job, an unending bathroom remodel, and the fact that the next chapter is super long, it's taken me longer than expected. But I do hope to put something out within a day or two. Since Chapter 4 is rather long, and I don't want to put out too short of an update just to get a thread vote in, I'll pose this as a toss-up: What would Mother say if Rose was risking the end of a friendship? A.Friends never stay. B.Who cares about friends, it's family that's important. Vote for one option.
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Chapter 4 The second candle is lit. Its name is Philia. The love for friends.  The yellow candle shone and danced with her breath. Let this candle burn until its wick is spent. Encourage friendship. Bring forth memories. Let me walk in his halls without any suspicion. Let me rummage through his belongings invisibly. His journal. He guards his journal fiercely. I must find it.  SFX: Theatre chatter Rosa adjusted her coat as she sat on one of the reserved seats. The theatre was packed. The air buzzed with excitement. She hadn't realised this many people would come tonight.  Oh, Mother. I wish they would stop staring at me.And why not? This was Mdm. Catherine Perride's first solo concierto. Her name had been slowly gathering recognition the past few years. It was feasible to expect a full house. Whether 'concierto' is a missed translation or just a typo, it's still not clear if this is just Catherine's first 'solo concerto' performance, or the premiere of the first concerto composed by her. Given the development of her career, I'd suspect the latter, since she's been giving public performances since she was a child. For those unfamiliar with music, a concerto is a piece that showcases an instrument, typically with an orchestral accompaniment and multiple movements (sections). Still, the turn-out was more than they had expected. Paris had taken Rosa and Catherine by surprise. The sheer number of people and their liveliness were well above the usual sights of their small town. Catherine was obviously thrilled with the opportunity to play in such an esteemed venue for her debut. Rosa tried her best to keep her anxiety under control. This was for Catherine. Yes, for her. This was her night. Rosa took a deep breath and released it slowly.   I hope the show starts soon.Rosa's eye drifted towards the stage and then to the throng of people gathered on her far left. In the middle of the huddle stood a familiar shape of a man. He had his back to her, but the posture and the build were unmistakable.  T-That is Guilleme.Her heart made a sudden, gleeful jump. She was delighted that he had made it to Catherine's show. He had been travelling extensively recently. What if she walked over and made sure? Guilleme would greet her kindly. She was sure Catherine would be thrilled to know he was here--  ...Rosa pondered for a bit, reminded of a sudden wince of pain.  ...Soon, the Master of Ceremonies obliged people to take their seats. Guilleme turned around and walked towards her. He stopped midway and took a seat without noticing her presence. Rosa seemed deep in thought.  What's wrong, sweetheart? Is something bothering you? N-Nothing, Mother... Don't lie to me. ... ...I just didn't expect to see him here, that's all. Oh, I see. It is the same problem, isn't it? - Does Guilleme's presence upset you? - Are you worried about Catherine now that he's here? That filthy man, again. I'm sure Catherine will be pleased. Whatever will she think now that her lover is back? I bet she would rather spend all her time with him, as usual. My poor darling. Always running after her star. I wonder how long until she is tired of you constantly tagging along? You brag to me that you share everything like sisters. Does that include Guilleme, too? ... Oh, you are making your life so complicated, darling! Why do you even bother yourself with these people? -It is obvious he is never going to look at you. -It is obvious she will abandon you.I had to make some of these choices for us. So far we haven't done much that would suggest Rosa is anything more than slightly intrigued and simultaneously intimidated by Guilleme. She will obviously abandon you when they get together. They make such a lovely pair.Rosa winced at Mother's voice, as if it were nails grating on a wall. It is only a matter of time, isn't it? What will you do then? Aren't you tired of being the third wheel? It's not like that, Mother. We're friends. Friends? Darling, friendship is nothing but a shallow kind of relationship. People change friends as easily as the weather. You don't even remember the friends you make at a certain age. -Friendships do not last. -Family is more important.As decided by the thread: Of all ideals hailed as good, the most sublime is motherhood. I'm the only one who will care for you forever, darling. A mother's love will endure. This bond can never be broken by time or absence. Family lifts you up. It saves. Of course you feel this way. You see them often. But when you lose touch, you're left with nothing but a collection of strangers. And believe me, my dear, they will leave. They always leave. You amuse them now... But soon, they will abandon you, too.Rosa's tongue felt bitter in her mouth. She was filled with annoyance for her Mother. Wasn’t happiness as fleeting as friendship? Yet it was not any less real than sadness. Yes, family was important. These familial bonds kept her from losing herself. It was her rock, her foundation. But were these bonds the only constant value? These friends... These were people who accepted her. They shared laughter and tears, their own regrets and dreams. In her heart, she had found a home with them. What more was needed? Rosa's confused feelings began to arrange themselves neatly in her mind. Guilleme and Catherine's happiness was important to her. That was the main thing. She knew they felt the same way for her. Her insecurities were real, but they were insignificant. If anything, they were bittersweet. She had no regrets. For the first time in her life, she wanted to talk back to Mother. She bit her lip, quelling the nerves as she opened her mouth to speak. I-I know that. I know they might abandon me one day for whatever reason. It might be today or next year. Or even sooner. But that doesn't matter in the long run. I am happy with them. We've had years together that I will treasure. Like I treasure memories of you too, Mother. My memories of you keep me sustained. That is why I love you. The years we spent together, no matter how fleeting, are still worth something. So let me care for them right now.Everything changes, but nothing is lost. Rosa was sure she had read it somewhere. It's from Ovid's Metamorphoses, incidentally (cf. the chapter title). Maybe Rosa learned Latin at some point? Rosa waited for Mother to answer with a vicious voice, to burst out screaming at her cheekiness. But no voice came.  The lights dimmed. A low hush descended on the pews. SFX: Applause Soon, Catherine entered, clad in the loveliest gown and an even lovelier smile. She was beautiful. She belonged on the stage. The lights shone on her, but they paled in comparison to her radiance. Catherine bowed to the audience and took a seat in front of the piano.  Once again, we're given the opportunity to listen to the whole piece in full, so I'm setting the break here.  Etude in A Minor - 'Winter Wind', F. Chopin [Op. 25 No. 11]Here's a version by Anna Fedorova, a young woman roughly Catherine's age. Here's one if you don't want a Youtube link — recorded in 1935 by Josef Lhévinne (Track 3)
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Rosa's standing up for herself!  I mean, I'm sure it'll all go to hell next update but for now things are a bit better.
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Chapter 4, continued One more version of the music, as a reminder of the piece While looking around, I found that both of the pieces Catherine performed were featured in an anime. It's called "Your Lie in April" (四月は君の嘘) and I don't know much about it. Seems to be your standard teen drama/romance about a piano prodigy who abandoned the instrument until the day he meets his dream girl. Looks like the protagonist may have a domineering (and deceased) mother, but I don't know if it bears any similarity to this story otherwise.  She felt surges of emotion with every note. A kind of energy passed through her, touching her skin and making her break into goosebumps. Oh, Catherine! Rosa hadn’t known of such an effect before this moment. Music that could so strike the heart as if it was fiddling with the soul. It was different from practice, different from when she was performing in front of smaller groups. This was a stage, and here was a woman with strings. She was tugging the rights keys, touching your heart and electrifying your soul. Rosa realised she wasn't alone in this feeling. The whole room was mesmerized. She looked at the lady beside her seat. She had her hand to her open mouth. A teardrop dangled precariously on her eye. The man to her left seemed to have forgotten to blink. Rosa beamed and savoured a rush of kinship with them. They were experiencing the same emotions with her. It made her love them just a little bit. Rosa closed her eyes and savored the night. A bead of sweat fell from Catherine’s chin. She was out of her body now. Her stress from the beginning of the show had thawed and turned into passion. It ran down her fingers to the keys. It did not escape Catherine’s notice that most people in the crowd came to the show to gawk at her. Catherine Perride, the one that the infamous Marquis de Gul had been courting for years? Didn't he pay for this event? Lucky broad. Catherine Perride, I heard she was some pianist. Any good? Who knows? Must be. If even that Marquis is chasing her. Catherine Perride. Some female pianist. Pretty face, nice flesh on her. Let us watch her show. Her fingers caressed the keys, playing them with the force of her heart. Did she play to prove them wrong? Her music saturated the theatre with her fervor. No, not to prove them wrong. To set it right. Catherine Perride is my name. I am more than just a pretty face. And I am playing this piece for you. It is my gift. Let me touch your soul. Rosa felt her eye get moist. This was Catherine's heart transcribed into music. All energy and beauty with the strength of the wind. The mischief of a sudden gale that whips at ladies' skirts and tips gentlemen's hats. The cold breeze that carried the loneliness of the coming winter. Everyone in the audience felt it. Rosa searched for Guilleme's face in the darkness. She couldn't see him clearly. But it didn't matter. She knew what he was feeling. She felt it, too. Rosa's heart began to ache. It was a sting she didn't know how to name. After the show, Rosa greeted Catherine in her backstage dressing room. SFX: Theatre chatter in the background She was smothered in flowers from the audience. Sweat glistened on her forehead. Catherine gave her a tight hug.  I don't go in much for fashion, but I really like the design of Catherine's dress.  You were marvelous onstage. Thank you, Rosie!Catherine covered her cheeks with her hands.  I'm still shaking! The excitement from the stage hasn’t left. Look at my hands! Haha! Oh dear! So I would call this show a success, yes? Pour the champagne, chérie! It is a night to remember!Catherine and Rosa hugged again.  Let me just finish up here, Rosa! Then we'll celebrate properly! Two young, ravishing ladies sampling the best of what Paris has to offer. I like it!Rosa laughed. Just don't let go of my hand. You might get lost being so starry-eyed.  I would never! Anyway, shall I meet you outside in a few minutes? Very well. I'll see you later!Rosa was thankful to leave the backstage area. She had almost forgotten her anxiety during the show, but the backstage was an ill reminder of the crowd. She looked forward to the night ahead, wondering vaguely why she hadn't mentioned Guilleme's presence to Cath. She shrugged it off. It had simply slipped her mind, that was all. Catherine went back to her dressing room, humming as she was about to grab her coat. She wasn't the least bit tired. Visions of city, exploring new sights and gaining experiences made her giddy with excitement. It will end the night on the best note, she was sure. SFX: knock A small knock interrupted her thoughts. Who's there?Catherine turned around and the cheerful smile froze on her face.   Hello, Cath. ...A tingling passed through Catherine's neck. Although she was aware he had returned, this was the first time she'd seen him in two years--After she rebuked his intentions of wooing her. Catherine shook her head at the memory. They grew up together. It was normal to develop feelings for someone you shared most of your life with, was it not? Yet Catherine had promised herself not to dabble with the Marquis. With all the rumors and the past flings-- It felt like she knew too much. Too complicated, she had reasoned. The rumors were still alive in some circles. But hadn't Guilleme come clean with his romantic escapades? Hadn't he vowed to be faithful since he had made his intentions clear? Who to believe--? Perhaps it was possible that-- Catherine pushed away the insinuation of that last thought and rearranged her face into a merry smile. She curtsied. My Lord, Marquis! Thank you for coming!That last bit came out too loud in her ears. It felt like her voice was compensating. She suppressed a groan. I hope you found the show satisfactory? "My lord, Marquis"? What happened to "Gilly Monster"?At once, the memories flooded her mind. That used to be her greeting every time she had visited him back then. She would scream that when she saw him, right before she flung her arms around his neck. Catherine didn't know what to do. Suddenly her hands--the hands that had never betrayed her felt like they belonged to someone else. She cleared her throat and felt the smile harden on her face. Pardon my past slights, Sire. I was a bit of a precocious child. After all, I must give my due respects to the sponsor of this event. Thank you, by the way. It didn't have to be so extravagant. Wasn't it your dream to play in Paris, Cath? I thought your debut would be the perfect opportunity to fulfill that dream.SFX: Door closing softly The Marquis stepped into her quarters and closed the door.  Just the effect that he wanted, probably. The sly fox.She floundered for a bit, and contended herself in fussing with the flowers on the table. She should chase him out. Why wasn't she chasing him out? Merde, Catherine! I-I didn't think you'd be attending tonight, Sire. Weren't you travelling? Yes, I was. 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Chapter 4, continued Guilleme stepped forward.  He appeared to reached out to her face... but changed direction at the last minute. O-Oh, these flowers are from the Duke. How pretty.He examined the card dangling a hair away from Catherine's ear, trying to look fascinated by the piece of decorative paper. Then he stepped back, grinning like an idiot.  Err... He really has great taste. ... Wherever did you learn that, muckhead?If he thought that kind of ploy would make her swoon, then he was dead wrong. In fact, all it made her want to do was wipe that stupid grin off his face. ...With the backside of the vase. Yes, he does. Doesn't he?She gritted her teeth, unable to take the acidic edge off her voice. It wouldn't be so hard. All she had to do was grab the neck of the expensive vase and fling it at his head. She wasn't sure if the vase would break. Maybe not. Maybe she would need to hit him again for the full effect. ...Catherine, did you hear what I just said? ...Huh? I said, now that I'm back in town, would you consider playing for me again? It was part of our original arrangement, after all.She felt the tendons in her neck tighten. I have a full schedule this week, Sire. But I'll let you know when I'm free. ... Oh... Sire, I must retire for the night. I am exhausted from my performance, after all. Excuse me!Catherine turned around and went for her coat, but she felt Guilleme grab her hand. W-Wait. Uhm. ... ...They stared at each other for a couple of seconds. Guilleme looked like he was about to say something. His mouth opened and closed as if debating the correct words in his head. But he just dropped Catherine's hand a moment later. ... I'm sorry, you're right. You must be tired.His shoulders dropped.  Guilleme let out a sigh. You know I am not good at this, Catherine. Oh, what do I know? You seem to do just fine. You have an amazing track record. Huh...?Catherine folded her arms over her chest with a pout. ... Oh... That? ...That is just because of my face. What? Most people think I am very deep and thoughtful when I stare at them like this. ... ....... I just run with it. ...Catherine bit her lip to prevent the chuckle from escaping. But the laughter burst out from her. He hadn't changed at all!Before she could stop herself, a mischievous smile appeared on her lips. No, no! Actually, it is your inability to make big gestures, Gilly. Huh? Well, look at you! You stand stiff as a board! I guess it fools people into believing you are a graceful, dashing soul.Guilleme made a pout.  ...I am dashing, though. ...Maybe. Au contraire, messire! I did have the misfortune of being victim to your dancing. ... Must you always bring that up? It was a long time ago.He looked so distressed that Catherine couldn't help but tease him further. I mourned the death of my little toe, Sire. I liked that toe. It was a traumatic experience. When did it change? Hadn't it always been like this? Catherine settled back into her own skin, mulling the confusion in her veins. Cath...She looked up at him. Her own emotions stung her. You can't keep running away from me. ...She sighed deeply. Her hands tightened around her resolve, for lack of a solid thing to hold on to. Perhaps not, but I have already given you an answer. ... I am aware. ... I have tried to accept it. Please don't take offense, but I thought it would be easy. I left to clear my head, to fill my mind with other things. Travelling usually does the trick. For a while, at least, I thought I was successful. But even during my trip, I would catch myself thinking such absurd things like, 'I wonder what Cath will say when she sees that--' 'No, I don't think Catherine will like this too much--' 'Hm. Well, Cath used to say--' ... It was funny, but also a little infuriating to know that you have never left my mind. So I wish I knew how to do this. I am... I am too used to people leaving me, that I do not know how to quit on my own. ... It must bother you, the amount of lovers I had in the past. I am sorry for that. I almost wish I really was that adept. But like I have told you, most were simply rumors. ... The rest were people realising I am not as interesting as they had initially thought. Guilleme... They never stay long, Cath. One could say I am amazing with first impressions. There is a nagging feeling that that's all I am ever good for. A sort of exotic trophy people like to collect for its sake, and then put aside when its novelty expires. I can't blame them. By now, I am quite sure that I am what is "wrong". ... I must be better at letting people go. But you... Please don't make me let go.
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Kangra posted:
Also muckhead is a pretty good insult. Is Catherine getting better with age or was that a fluke?
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"Most people think I am very deep and thoughtful when I stare at them like this" is a pretty great line.
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Yeah, I do like that Catherine actually shows some amount of change in her character over time, while maintaining her essential qualities. This is probably her best moments. Guilleme has some interesting stuff going on which I like too, but it relies on spoilers to really say more.
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Chapter 4, continued MUCK, by Yasupochi on this page or listen via the direct link In your eyes, I feel like I am somebody worth loving. Is it any wonder I'd like to continue thinking of you fondly? Old habits die hard, I suppose.Catherine bit her lip. Those are impressive words, Sire, but do you have a point? My point? Err... It's simple, really. I-- I don't think I'll be able to stop my feelings for you. ... You may reject me as many times as you wish. It will not change. I have already come to the conclusion that I don't mind.He shrugged. So, I propose that you either get used to me chasing you, Or you give in to my dashing, toe-mashing charms.Catherine chuckled despite herself. Or I could just kill you with the Duke's fashionable vase. Please do not give my superior the pleasure. I would rather you rip my heart out of my chest and offer it as a dark sacrifice to the gods. Gory! Very poetic. Dashing points for you. You think so? I've been reading a lot of romance novels lately. What kind of romance novels are you even talking about?!Yeah, I'm curious myself to know what story that was. I figured I must learn to be more suave to make the lady of my dreams swoon. Is it working?Catherine laughed. Hardly. I believe this is how they do it in the big finale.Guilleme cleared his throat and knelt down on one knee.  His serious face made Catherine burst out laughing.  Quelle folie++! What in the world are you doing, idiot?! Stop laughing, Madame! I must try this at least once. I'm simply concerned for an older gentleman and his knee. Will you be able to stand up from that position later, given your obvious grace?Guilleme chuckled. Terrible! Dare you call me an old man. I don't look my age, you know? Sure, sure! Oh, stop laughing, will you? I am trying to concentrate.He cleared his throat again. Will Mademoiselle Catherine Perride allow me an audience tonight? As such, perhaps she might allow me to stay by her side for a while longer? It would make me a very happy man.It was sappy and ridiculous, and yet hearing the words did stir Catherine's heart. They were giggling like fools now, like children, her heart heavy with love for him. Love? Did she just think love? Of course she did. She had always loved him. Why was she fighting her feelings again? The reasons seemed unclear all of a sudden.  Alright, Sire, your gallantry has convinced this lady to accept your offer for tonight. Guilleme took her hand theatrically as he stood up. This gentleman is relieved he didn't have to sing. A few rules for tonight! As we are in Paris, you must be on your best behaviour. No embarrassing jokes like making friends with the street mimes. Agreed. As such, I must retire by eight. Ten. Eight. Nine-Thirty. Nine. Take it or leave it.Guilleme grumbled, but Catherine just chuckled at his frustration. Fine. Nine-fifteen it is. Sire, I meant, nine sharp!Guilleme's face brightened like a little boy's. Oh, I know where we can go. There is a quaint little piazza just south of here. They have a breathtaking view of the city. They're on a hill, you see. I know the owner personally, so we're already guaranteed the best seats. And they serve the best pommes de terre gratinées! Gratin again? If you continue eating that every opportunity you get, soon there will be no potatoes left in all of France!Catherine sighed. Why must he be so... ... This better not be a game like all your other flings, Sire. I deserve to be treated like more than a prize.But Catherine watched Guilleme's face beam as he talked about that little house on the hill. How when the weather was perfect, the stars would soak the sky. She giggled to herself with fondness.  A night in Paris and he would rather eat cheesed potatoes. It was just like him to pick the stars instead of the city, wasn't it? It pleased her to know that she adored this side of him that others did not see. But... was this the real him? Did she really see through him like he said? Or was this a face he put on for her sake, like most flirts could? If it was, then she had been watching this face since she was a little girl. From awe to admiration. From friends to lovers. They had seen the best and worst of each other through the years. Surely there was something to that? Surely it couldn't all be a lie? ...Right? I'm sorry. I got carried away. Shall we go? Yes.Catherine grabbed her coat and Guilleme took her purse. Oh, I almost forgot! Rosa is waiting outside! Then let us hurry and meet up with her. I haven't seen her for a long time. I missed her too. It will be a treat to spend the evening with two esteemed ladies. She'll be thrilled to see you. Just like old times, us three? Yes. At the very least, let that smile be real.
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It's about to take a turn while also somehow staying adorable. Update should be coming tomorrow.
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Chapter 4, continued SFX: Glass shattering   Lady Claudette saw you in Nîmes!Tears and snot ran down her face. She was holding a vintage 1610 bottle of wine. We get the best clues about the (likely intentionally vague) setting of the story in this update, but this isn't one of them. 1610 is surely more than a century in the past of this story. She gripped the neck of the bottle and flung it at the wall where Guilleme was standing. SFX: Glass smashing He ducked just in time to avoid the glass.  Chérie! Don't you chérie me, you bastard! Can we not take it out on my wine collection again?Catherine threw another bottle in response. SFX: Glass shattering  Stop, Catherine! You're going to hurt yourself! Hurt myself? Like you care! You tell me you're off to Avignon last weekend, but you're actually in Nîmes?These are both cities in the south of France. Nîmes is probably about a day away from Avignon, and if you can get to either and be back the next week, that suggests we're in the lower Rhône valley. The setting could also be somewhere south of there, closer to the coast, but it feels to me more like it's more in the interior of France.  Why are you making this into a huge deal? So I had a stop over at a neighboring town, it was no-- It's a lie if you omit things! I told you at the very start of this relationship, Guilleme. I want a hundred percent honesty from you! And I've told you as well. I have a reputation. Rumors follow me. Idle mouths can't help but chatter. Did you know that Lady Claudette once indecently proposed to me? And right in her husband's birthday gathering as well. S-So what? That is all beside the point. You know what they say... Where there is smoke there is fire. How about a name to further torch the bush? Lalaine de Monteclaire? Lalaine is the shop girl of the town. A nice girl. Or at least, I surmise from all those three times I made the mistake to enter her shop, it looks like? Is there anything else you would like to insinuate? Oh, nothing at all, Sire. Why? Is there anything I should know?  Chérie, I promised you when we got engaged, didn't I? I will be faithful to only you. There is no one else--But Catherine gritted her teeth. Again with this! You are more vague than a monkey's spit!I have to say that's a delightfully vague, and therefore fitting, simile.  Answer me straight right now, yes or no! Are you having an affair?!Guilleme threw his hands up in annoyance.  Merde, Catherine, I am not! I have already answered this! Why does it seem like you only hear what you want to hear? I just want to understand everything and make it crystal clear. Is that so bad? Now explain to me what Lady Claudette-- Lady Claudette? You are taking that bitter, conniving woman's words over mine? Hmph! Well, I try to get information from the source, but the source isn't very reliable.Guilleme’s shoulders slumped in an irritated surrender. She heard him curse under his breath. I am tired of this, Cath. This is a waste of time. What is the point of this if we keep going around in circles?Catherine snuffled, wiping her nose savagely with her hand. You always do this! You go off on a tangent and pick things apart. You don't even listen to my side at all. Could you stop acting like a child for one minute? Maybe then we can have a real conversation! A conversation with a liar is always one-sided!Catherine grabbed two bottles this time. What would happen if she brought the two bottles crashing in front of her? Would the pieces of glass stab her face? Her eyes, maybe? What a random thought. The morbid picture gave her an out of body experience. It was a nasty fight. Depressingly familiar. But they were dancing to the same tune once again. Sardana, Kevin MacLeodHere be the lovers. SFX: spotlight switching on Note: Because of the poetry in the following lines, I'm leaving in the words in the screenshots, so that the lines stay together. I'm just happy we're getting something that values meter over rhyme.  Watch her dance with anger blazing. Tears are sparkling bitter rage. The fight goes on until she's spent, The reasons hazy in her head. SFX: spotlight off, spotlight on  Both the victim and accused, Words are poison or an unlit fuse. Migraines taunt his pride and temper, He grudgingly takes on logic's mantle. The words they throw reach fever pitch. The dance will crest, he'll choose to leave. "Enough of this," he says in rage. Temper rising, he exits frame.  Her unspent fervor burning hot. She cries it off, "That cowardly sod!" "What did you expect?" she asks herself. He'll take abuse with a bowed head? The least he could do! her anger shouts. A hint of guilt, a hint of doubt.  The migraine throbs as he is pacing, Annoyed and angered, his face aflush. Capricious woman, irrational! He shakes his head with a tired breath. Yet he basks in torture and savors the taste. "This is love," he nods, "This is love," he says. Love and pain go hand and hand, It is painful, yes, but never bland. He nips a morsel and takes a bite. "Exquisite." he trembles. A rush. A charge. He feels his heart is struck by love. Decides that it is worth the gripe. A dainty flower he must protect, To watch it bloom until it's ripe. "But not right now", he says, still sore. His pride's too hard to swallow whole. Hours pass, he wouldn't call. She forms the words she knows will hurt. She plans to cut, and make him bleed, Yet when he arrives, she all but weeps. "Why'd you leave?" "I shouldn't have." "Are you angry still?" "I'm here now, love." Her arms are snug upon his neck, He'll promise to change, to do what's best. For both their sakes, he admits he's wrong, A little lie to complete the song. Ladies and gentlemen. I present to you... 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So, Art Film the visual novel?
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See, they're just acting out a film/play. Everything is fine. 
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Chapter 4, continued Just tell me when you're tired of me or when you find some other pretty thing, you bastard. If you are going to leave me, then just leave. Stop playing me for a fool.This was a new tempo. She dropped the bottles to her side but did not let go. He noticed the change of song and timed his step accordingly. I never once thought or treated you like a fool. I love you. I'm never going to leave you.New tears churn and bubble from her eyes.  Liar.It was her turn to leave this time. And she did. He was left to perform a solo. Contemplation. Regret. Penance. A vow of new beginnings forming in his head.  SFX: Person falling over.  Rosie-wosie!!Catherine stumbled into Rosa's room that evening, drunk to high heaven. Her half-lidded eyes surveyed Rosa's meager space. She let herself fall on the bed, regretting it instantly. The ceiling spun in a waltz of throbbing headaches and acid-laced throats. Bad idea.Catherine stood up and her woobly legs tripped her. Rosa caught her and sat Cath on her small bed.  My goodness. You stink of alcohol!She propped some pillows behind her back and fixed the stray hairs that had littered her face. Thanks, hun. You're a dear. How much have you had, Cath?Catherine counted on her fingers.  Nevermind. Would you like some water? Nope! ... Interesting. Huh? I can almost hear liquid sloshing around in my brain when I shake my head.Rosa pursed her lips. Catherine was in no shape to make decisions right now.  But Catherine grabbed Rosa's hand and tugged at it gently.  No, no. You. You sit. Uhm. Please?Rosa complied. Catherine revealed a bottle about three quarters full. Snuck another one from the Gilly Monster's closet. Serves him right for calling me a child.Rosa began to protest. Catherine paid her no mind. Come on, Rosa! When have we ever drunk ourselves to the point of insanity? And I call you my best friend.Catherine took a huge swig of the bittersweet liquid and offered it to Rosa. Rosa examined it carefully and took a mouthful. She gargled it in her mouth, admiring the sweet and sour flavor of the wine. I've never had anything this rich before. Good, right? It had to be. It's the last bottle. ...So... Had another fight with Gui-- Shush. Bad wind follows that name. I am not talking about that egocentric pompadour tonight. We are going to drink. We are going to reminisce. And tomorrow, we'll hate ourselves together. Agreed?Rosa giggled.  If you say so. SaSaSa by Nagami YukitakaThis track strikes a really good balance of being mellow while also slightly weird, and almost ominous. Rosa puffed her cheeks in mock disgust. Fine! How do you make Holy Water? How? Boil the hell out of it.Rosa and Catherine were assaulted by fits of hysteric laughter. Catherine felt the muscles of her cheeks ache.  That is so bad. I don't even have the words.Catherine wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes. I heard that from one of your suitors, Sire Adrien.Rosa rolled her eyes.  How come I always end up talking to your suitors more than you? I must start charging you a fee. I'll pay it with my gratitude. What is wrong with Sire Adrien, anyway? He seems like a nice man. Nice hair. Nice teeth. Nicely groomed mutton chops.The women laughed. How about Sire Ferrand? He sent you that lovely bouquet of flowers. Ah... I am not interested in a relationship at the moment. At the moment? You don't seem interested ever. I am! ...Sometimes. It is just hard to connect to people for me beyond physical. Relationships seem out of the question. You don't have any difficulty with me or that idiot in the upper room. It means you are not incapable. ... ...That is only because you are my closest friends. Well, there must be someone! ... Oh, you are so picky. If you go on like that, you might end up an old maid! So be it. I'd rather take care of your children anyway. I shall be the amazing godmother.Catherine smiled wistfully.  I'm not sure I want any. What? Children. I love children, but... It's a little scary...Catherine bit her lip. What if she becomes her own mother? It was such a terrifying possibility, wasn't it? She barely remembered her mother. Her malady had struck as soon as Catherine was born. She had never called Catherine by her name, not even on the day she had died. All she knew was that their family struggled with that crisis. Her father, exhausted and depressed, and her sister forced to grow up too fast. To be a blight to the people you love, how horrible would it be? Catherine...Rosa smiled at her, interrupting her thoughts. You will be a good mother. Your past does not matter.Catherine stared at Rosa, almost enchanted at her ability to know what she was thinking. She really was her best friend, wasn't she? The thought warmed her heart. You really think so? Yes. The fact that you are so concerned about them, before they are even born, speaks much of your kindness. Whatever happens, those children will grow up loved.Catherine blushed and changed the subject. Let's try not to think about how sad this all is given we know Catherine's fate.  Ohh, we're out of booze. We finished it. I'm quite buzzed. Hey, remember the first time we drank? Do you mean the party or the potato incident? Of course I meant the potato incident. Oh! How can I forget?Rosa burst out laughing. That was hilarious! Wench, stop laughing! I almost went to jail! Goodness, I was so stupid! Amen! Hey! You're supposed to say 'No, Catherine, we do dumb things when we're young!' Catherine, we do dumb things when we're young. It's about time you learn your lesson. I can't wait to tell your children endless tales of your shenanigans. Wench! Tut-tut.Catherine grabbed Rosa's waist and attempted to tickle her, but Rosa slipped away laughing. Catherine's stomach lurched and she stopped, her hands still hugging Rosa's waist. The room spun, but it wasn't unpleasant. She felt like being gently rocked in a cradle. She closed her eyes and smiled. She took in Rosa's scent, always smelling slightly like apples. Rosa scratched her head and smoothed her hair.  This is nice. ...Yes.
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Chapter 4, continued Rosa. Hm? Thank you for being with me. Of course. No, I mean-- You've been with me all my life. You are my oldest friend. When we first met... I didn't have many friends. I just studied my piano lessons night and day, because that's all I ever knew to do. It was all I had... Maybe that was why I begged Papa to let you stay with us. I was so happy...  You were there for me, always. Ugh. That sounds disgustingly melodramatic. You're drunk. I understand.They laughed again. Would you like to hear something worse? What? You changed my life. Ugh, that is worse!Rosa smiled fondly as she played with Catherine's hair. I'm the lucky one, Catherine. You took me home and treated me like I was family. I wouldn't have known what a real family was like without you, Papa Francois and Émilie. Even if Papa Francois always did avoid me, I knew he cared for me like his own. Hm, yes, why is that? ... ...That was why I liked him. He was a good man. And you know, Guilleme was almost family, too.Catherine made a face at the mention of the man. But her eyes softened.  ...I miss my father. Me, too. ... C-Can I tell you a secret? Of course. ... Guilleme and I... W-We haven't had intercourse. Recently...? No, I mean... At all. Oh...Rosa cleared her throat. I see... After all these years? W-Well... After the first time, never again.Rosa blushed. Her head knitted together images of the two people she considered her friends. Rosa tried to push them away, but all she was able to do was paint the warped fantasies in gossammer and fuzz.  Is that why you have separate rooms even when we moved here to the château? No, that was his idea. He's very peculiar with his sleep. I imagine we'll be keeping the separate bedrooms even when we get married. I don't really mind. Well, your wedding is soon, isn't it? Perhaps you are just nervous. No, I don't think it's like that. Recently, we'd get intimate, but I always stopped when things got too sultry. O-Oh... He gets upset sometimes, but he says it's alright.Catherine looked down ruefully on her toes. He doesn't push me into it. I should be glad. ...But... ...Don't you think it's strange? What if I... stay like this even after we get married? I don't understand why... Sometimes I get these doubts, and I wonder why they are there. Isn't that unfair for him? ... I just feel like there is something wrong with me... There is nothing wrong with you. ...But it makes me really insecure. This... lack of, you know... What if he's getting it somewhere else? It drives me crazy. And believe me, I want to! I just... can't. For some reason. I get this horrible feeling I can't explain. ...Rosa examined Catherine's face and came to a conclusion. It took me a while to understand sex.The sudden no-nonsense comment surprised Catherine. Rosa went on. I was the same as you. I had always had an adverse feeling for it. Like it's dirty and that I should be ashamed for enjoying it. I had always thought love would make sex clean. But... That's not how it works. They are two separate things. ... So just because you don't like sex, It doesn't mean you don't love him, Cath.Catherine looked up at her. Why do you even care so much to hurt him? What do you think love is? ...The warm feeling returned to Catherine's heart. ...How do you do that? Huh? You always know the right thing to say. Always.Rosa blushed at this, suddenly aware that they were still in a loose tangle of an embrace. I've read a lot of smart books lately.She tried to diffuse the situation with a laugh, but Catherine didn't drop her look.  It illuminated the glint in her eyes. The moist on her lips. Rosa felt the warmth of the alcohol rise up to her face. Her heartbeat increased steadily. A-Anyway. Maybe you will feel better about it when you are married. You are probably just nervous about the whole thing.She made attempts to curl away from Catherine's arms. Slowly, subtly run away. Disperse the proximity.  Catherine's hand caressed Rosa's face. She touched her scars daintily, tracing them with her fingers. You're really pretty, Rosa. Especially when you smile. ...
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Kangra posted:
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Chapter 4, continued ... You don't believe me. ... I... I don't think I am. ... I... I look in the mirror and I see a freak. Rosa! That's not true-- It is fine! I... liked being a freak. I wanted to be ugly. I used to bind my breasts and hide in the shabbiest clothes I could find.Rosa touched her eye.  For being a sinner and a freak. For attracting attention and spite. For dressing nicely. For letting her hair grow long. But really... I did this to myself... To hide. ...To hide?Rosa's mouth quivered. I thought people... ...Don't touch ugly things. ... But the truth is, they do. So what I'd rather be is invisible.Catherine wrapped her arms around Rosa's neck. She heard Catherine sniff and wipe tears behind her embrace. She pushed Rosa's hair away and kissed her defective eye. You're not a freak. And you're not ugly. I love every part of you. They're all beautiful. Here was somebody who accepted her, with all her faults and ugliness. You... You always made me feel I am worth something. Because you are... You are beautiful, Rosa, inside and out.Rosa saw her face reflected in Catherine's eyes. In them, she did indeed look beautiful. A lump formed in Rosa's throat. Catherine's face hovered above her cheek. She planted a little seed of a kiss on it, just barely away from her lips. Rosa kissed her nose in return. It made Catherine giggle. At first, the kisses were sweet. Innocent. The kind of punch drunk kisses that sent them both into bouts of giggling. But Catherine's hand carressed her neck. The kisses lingered. Lips melded. Hands explored. And Rosa sucked on Catherine's tongue inside her mouth. Wine. Candle wax. Spit. That was what it tasted like. Rosa's head began to swoon. Catherine's hand squeezed her right breast. Spooky Music Box by SpeedenzaTripe. Grapes. Plush.  SFX: heartbeat Longing. Regrets. Tears. A sensational flavour she had never tasted before hovered at the edge of her tongue. Suddenly she was hungry for it.  Take it all.SFX: hearbeat Rosa savored the taste. She breathed deeply. All mine.SFX: heartbeat Child! I want it. Her heart. I want her heart. Her love is sweet.SFX: hearbeat Listen to my voice. M-Mother? B-But I'm so hungry. So... hungry...SFX: hearbeat Stop!Rosa flung her eyes open.   No!Rosa pulled away. She pushed Catherine away from her face. Catherine's eyes snapped open, startled by Rosa's outburst. Why did you stop?! Greedy, selfish bitch! A look of horror creeped on her face. ... I... I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean-- N-No, Cath--Rosa couldn't stand the hurt in her eyes. She was probably blaming herself. Rosa wanted to shout how wrong she was, but the lump in her throat became a rapacious mouth. A tumor had grown inside of her, a parasite. She could feel it pulse and slither inside her neck.  Catherine wobbled off the bed. SFX: Person falling to the floor She wiped her mouth and cheeks which were covered with a thin layer of drool. I-I'm so sorry, Rosa. I'm going to leave now. Cath... Good night.SFX: Door closing, softly. Rosa should've followed her. But when she tried to stand, the floor twirled. She choked at the flavor left in her throat. Sick and cloying. Sticky sweet like honey. The taste both repulsed and enticed her. Thick spit leaked out of her mouth. She felt the urge to vomit. T-This is nothing, Mother. Just a bad after-effect of alcohol. No. Please, don't call me that! It was an accident! ... Everything is fine!She would talk to Catherine tomorrow, assure her that this was not her fault. Everything was fine. Kangra fucked around with this message at 19:35 on Oct 5, 2016 |
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So..is the red square like Rosa's own feelings coming to bare? Because that is as gently caress if so, but it also makes me wonder about the last comment in my quote there. Is that Mother being called a greedy bitch? Or is that supposed to be a black square and it's Mother calling red-square a greedy bitch?
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We'll get a bit of explanation as to the nature of the red voice as the story unfolds. All I'd say for now is that it's definitely distinct from Mother. If you want my idea about that particular line, I'll put it behind spoiler bars: My take is that the red voice is growing angry and insulting the 'pure' side of Rosa. But it could also be speaking to Mother; I hadn't really thought of that. (e: I'm not revealing anything in there, but it is informed by my knowledge of the game.) Just to clarify the mechanics of how I'm doing this, because there is some ambiguity in the game, and I think it's intentional: Normally, dialog only has a label indicating who is speaking, but sometimes it is not there. Mother's dialog never has a label, but shows up in the center of the screen with a translucent black background. These lines show up in the center with a red translucent background, and it is the first time that's happened. There are also sometimes lines shown in the center of the screen that can be interpreted as internal dialog or from unseen and unimportant characters (the first thing is used a lot in the very next update). Kangra fucked around with this message at 06:22 on Oct 10, 2016 |
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Chapter 4, continued SFX: Urgent knocking, just like the narration is about to mention. There was an urgent knock at Guilleme's door. Alfonsina by Yasupochi ( direct mp3 link)The clock read a quarter past two in the morning. SFX: Urgent knocking  SFX: Urgent knocking  Yes, coming!He opened his door. Catherine stood in front of him, her cheeks stained with hastily-wiped tears.  Cath? ... Guilleme, can we talk? Oh. Isn't it quite late? Please. It's urgent. A-Alright...Guilleme led her inside.  Lady, you smell like my vintage bottle of Bourgogne. Did you get so drunk you actually thought of apologizing first? I didn't think I'd see the day! ... Chérie? What's wrong?Catherine's thumb went to her mouth without thinking. How could she even begin to tell Guilleme what she had done? Honey, I was really upset with you today. So despite any good sense, I went and got myself drunk. This time, I dragged Rosa along with me. Things have a tendency to go out of hand when alcohol is involved, as you know.  You know Rosa? The girl who is almost like my sister? Yes, I may have forced myself on her. And I did that right after she told me she has been abused before.   Cath.She looked at her fingers in horror. Her habit had surfaced again. She thought she had gotten rid of this as she grew up. Replacing the nail-biting with a meticulous, almost obsessive care for her fingers. My fingers are my livelihood. I must take care of them.Now the nails were chewed down to jagged stumps, and a couple of them had tiny blistering cuts. Cath? Can you talk?Catherine's eyes snapped back to Guilleme, as if he had just materialized in the room beside her. So yes, like I was saying, darling. Which is the worst thing, what do you think? This implied incest, my abuse of my best friend, or my infidelity to you? Hmm...Or if that doesn't cut it, dear, may I divulge to you one last point--I felt something worrying when I kissed her. Excitement. If she hadn't stopped me, something else would've-- It felt so real. It didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like it had always been there, buried deeply. So much so that it felt like cheating. It was like a craving. I wanted it. It was something I haven't felt with you, when we...  I don't know -- I don't even know who I am anymore!  Cath, you are scaring me. Tell me what's wrong?Would you still want to marry me? Would you still love me if you knew? I wouldn't. I can't even look at myself in the mirror. But I think I know who I am now. I am a selfish, depraved bitch. I have always been the controlling, jealous lover to you. And just one night of drunken frenzy--I went and took advantage of the two people I care for the most. Not enough wine to justify this.  I-- ... I want to call off the engagement.
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The whole supernatural element of things has kind of been quiet this chapter. Here's hoping it comes screaming back.
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Chapter 4, continued  What? I said, I'm calling off the engagement.  Well, I refuse. You don't have a choice. I'm leaving tomorrow. No. Not until you tell me what's wrong. Guilleme's eyes didn't flinch. These were the looks he gave her that melted her heart. They were so sure and steadfast in their care. They were just fighting this morning, a fight she had started, as usual. Yet, there was no doubt in his eyes at all. If she were to see that certainty fade away from his eyes, she knew it would break her. ... Is it about the fight earlier? Because, Cath, I swear to you, I haven't done any of th-- No, stop. Hearing him reinstate his devotion to her just made it more painful. Tears pooled in her eyes and fell in huge, ugly globs. She had been doing so well, too. She had thought she could hold it in until she left. She wiped the tears as best she could, but more kept pouring out. It--It isn't about that.  Then what is it? What do you want me to do? Whatever it is, I shall do it. This was so hard. Why did this have to be so hard? Why did she even go here? ...I-- Because she wanted to see his face. She wondered what it would be like for a cheater to go back to the arms of her lover. Would it change somehow? Did she still love him? How could she even tell? All her emotions were wrapped in a thick layer of guilt. It was hard to distinguish every painful thought. She'd started to sob now, yes indeed. Ugly, unflattering snorts came out of her nose. It felt comforting to hold on to guilt. Its existence made the hatred towards herself bite less. Cath, please tell me what's bothering you! ... Idont d-deserve y-you! I'm... ahorribleperson! Y-You ought to f-findsomeoneelset-tomarry! Catherine let the words tumble out of her mouth, slightly relieved to be rid of them. She looked tearfully up at Guilleme to gauge his reaction, but he just stared back at her blankly. ... ... Why wouldn't he say anything? Catherine sobbed, fearing the worst. Guilleme cleared his throat and spoke hesitantly.  Err... uh... Could you, uhm... repeat that? He cupped his hand to his ear and angled it closer to her face. He apparently hadn’t caught any of her heartfelt words. Catherine snarled angrily at him. You idiot!! I'm having a breakdown here! B-But I didn't understand what you said... I said you ought to find someone else because I am a horrible person--  Oh, that's it?  Whatever made you think that I'll accept that reason? Catherine's tears soaked his shirt. You don't know what I've done. Then tell me. You'll hate me. I guarantee it. Did you punch a baby? No. The inside joke made her laugh out of the blue.  Suddenly, her doubts were cleared. Suddenly, she didn't want to marry anyone else. Catherine's arms tightened around Guilleme's waist. I've been taking you for granted, haven't I? I've been arrogant, expecting you to always adjust to me and my whims. A new fervor sprung out of her love for him. I don't deserve you right now. But I'll work on that, if you give me another chance. First, she would tell him what she had done. Then it would be up to him if he still wanted her. He deserved that decision. What I did-- But Guilleme stopped her with a kiss on her forehead.  Tomorrow. After a hearty breakfast and a good night's rest. I'll listen to what you have to say. Though I'm quite sure my answer will be the same. Catherine's face melted into a smile and he beamed at her.  My star finally smiles. Catherine wiped her eyes. I love you so much. She sighed with content, part of her anxiety put to rest. I do. I really do. She whispered that last one under her breath, as if trying to console herself. Guilleme... Yes, dear? Will you make love to me?  Guilleme's brow shot up in surprise. Right... now? Yes... No... Well, if you're not ready, later is also fine. Or tomorrow. But since it's already morning, then technically it's today , right? Guilleme's head tilted slightly, an amused smirk plastered on his face. Please, take me seriously, Guilleme. This is important to me! I have to know. I have to make sure. Make sure of what? ... Catherine. Guilleme held her hand. I think you are tired. And just a little bit barmy... More that usual, I mean. But this is what we will do. Guilleme guided the woman to the bed and sat her down. We are going to lay on the bed. I am going to pat your hair until you fall asleep. I shall skip work today, have that trifling little talk you want. And as such, if you're still in the lovemaking type of mood-- Then mademoiselle , I will take you up on your offer. Catherine's eyes moistened, but this time they were happy tears. I love you. Guilleme shrugged and lifted Catherine's legs up onto the bed. I love you too, and aren't you lucky. Save it! He climbed on the bed beside her.  Catherine draped her arm over him. He searched for her hand, brought it up to his lips and patted it.
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Glazius posted:The whole supernatural element of things has kind of been quiet this chapter. Here's hoping it comes screaming back. That stuff hasn't gone away just yet. This is a long chapter, though, and there is little to no interaction. Although at this point for those who are unspoiled, it might be worth considering the mysteries we still haven't answered about Guilleme, because we're close to getting some more details.
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See, they made up. This is fine. Everything is fine.
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