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Who → Euphemia li Britannia. Considered one-shot but open for tagging! Doesn't matter who! [OPEN]
Where → On the rooftop of the Latimir building.
When → Late night June 17th, after the small conflict in regards to her request for a chip removal.
Rating → Euphy is so fluffy it hurts.
Summary → o-omg a log I HAVEN'T DONE ONE OF THESE IN FOREVER. Okay so in this log she wants some privacy. She lives with FOUR PEOPLE GD IT. So away she goes to the rooftop to reflect on everything without the constant chatter of people in her apartment. lmfao family of liars, but she loves them. god what is her life asdfl;sd. She's just missing home here, folks. Nothing srs. SORRY FOR TL;DR WRITING.
the log:
There really was just too much to think about while living here. Since her arrival a few days ago, not only did she manage to unite with familiar faces, but also acquire some new ones along the way. Looking back, none of it really made any sense. For Euphemia, this was just a massive set-back on what she was hoping to accomplish back at home. Right when everything was about to be set right, here she was in the aftermath of some other destroyed civilization. However, there were some things she was equally grateful for as well. Her situation here would have been far graver had Lelouch never made himself known to her. His presence alone allowed her to accept her fate easier than if she had been here all alone. It was something she was grateful for, even if the reason behind his being here remained fuzzy. Ironically, she got what she wanted - a chance to spend time with Nunnally and Lelouch again. Yet this wasn’t exactly how she pictured it. Still, despite the comfort of family and new acquaintances keeping her happy, it wasn’t enough to completely erase the lingering thoughts and memories of the people she had left back home.
After the day had come to a close, Euphemia had waited for the perfect moment to sneak away from watching eyes. Being in a room with four others was harder than she thought, especially since the lack of privacy was a considerably big issue for all of them. It was likely someone would notice, but it didn’t stop her from at least trying to slip out unnoticed into the main halls of the complex after shutting the door gently behind her. They’d forgive her, she thought. The worst that would happen is that they’d call for her, and the place she had in mind would easily allow for her to hear. Quickly, the Britannian princess made her hustled her way up the several flights of stairs, hoping by some chance that the exit to the roof was unlocked. Since outside was too dangerous for solo travel, the roof sounded like a perfectly reasonable location at acquiring the solitude she had wanted while remaining within safe range of anyone who may have been on lookout for her. As she made her way up the final set of stairs, her eyes widened at the sight of the exit just at the top of the stairs. With luck, the exit to the roof was unlocked, and she wasted not a moment slipping past the doors and out onto the roof.
There was nothing beautiful about this place at night. The sky was grim and the air was unbearable putrid, a mixture of the lingering scent of blood and beastly remains permeated the area with its essence. She didn’t care, because in some odd way she had grown rather used to it. It was still away from the others that made living in the confinement of the apartment so difficult. With fists clenched, the princess huffed and attempted to try and relieve some stress by kicking random debris seen on the ground. But after several successful kicks, one proved to be a match for her. She winced and uttered a soft cry when the object proved to be far too heavy to be kicked, deceived by its size. So much for that. Lately, her attire had become a bit of an inconvenience for her. With no other set of clothes to change into, her lavish gown was the only thing she possessed and the only thing that seemed to drag her down in situations that called for quick movement. She wasn’t getting much done when her dress kept getting snagged by random cracks and debris, nor was it doing any good when it only slowed her down. The dirt and grit from the roads and floor was starting to make the hems of her gown filthy, grungy, and even a bit tattered.
Carefully, she made her way over to the edge of the roof, peering over to stare below, and then cocked her head up slightly so she could gaze toward the horizon overlooking the city. A sigh passed her lips, finally a piece of mind. At home, privacy was a mere trip to her quarters, but here that luxury was simply not rewarded to her when there was barely enough rooms to sleep in. She had promised the pair that she would refrain from removing her chip, but something bothered her about it. While she did her best to apologize, it never truly vanquished her curiosity over the mystery of the elusive chip and its ability to move anywhere within her body. She shuddered, that little fact creeped her out, mostly because it was doing that inside her body. Still, what if Rolo’s explanation was right? This city did die through means of disease and other horrors, maybe the scientist were doing them a favor by installing it. But if they were able to find a means to prevent the disease from afflicting them, why didn’t they do this beforehand? Deep down she knew that removing it wouldn’t really do anything since she had no super abilities like the ones in comic books, but was it wrong to be mildly curious as to the reason of its place there and if a difference would be seen if it was properly removed?
Apparently, it was.
She didn’t mean to cause a stir between everyone, but it opened her eyes a little at just how much her family cared for her. It was a good thing they were simply looking out for her well-being, right? Of course! She could never fault them for simply being concerned. But what bothered her was the fact that the information remained concealed from her. If Lelouch or someone had simply told her in the first place, then all of this could have been avoided. Maybe he was concerned that despite his warning she'd go ahead and remove it anyway. It made her wonder if he had any faith in her. She was still little Euphy.
Between that and the small spat with Kallen, it was beginning to look as though she was more of a nuisance for them. She lacked proper combat skills, was far too unfamiliar with the area to go out unsupervised, and even in a game of Go Fish she couldn’t even help her team gain the upper hand. What use was she here if her power as royalty was meaningless? Cornelia. It was the one name that came to mind when she thought about how one of her rank proves them to be of use. If only she could be like her, especially now. Then people like Lelouch and even Kallen would give her some credibility and maybe even trust her a bit with information that they seemed to be withholding from her. It was a selfish wish right now, but she'd do anything to have her sister here this very moment just to hear her tell her things would be okay. To see her and especially to see-
“...Suzaku.”
That ... didn’t help. The thought of him right now dragged her mood even further downward. What Kallen said back there had hurt, but the fact that Lelouch had neglected to share information to her hurt the most. Well, at least Nunnally seemed equally as lost as she was, but for some reason she had thought they would have looked to her as an maybe somewhat of an adult and not a complete child like Nunnally. In a small way, she was being treated the way she was at home. Not allowed to speak, not allowed to act, and more or less just doing whatever she was told. Why bring her here to this awful place if all she was going to do was hold them back? She bit down on her lower lip while her fingers clenched the stone railing of the building side. This is what she wanted, the small bit of privacy to finally let her emotions come out. Up here, she could finally shed the few tears she was holding back for so long.
Ah, but a good cry is not always a bad thing.
Where → On the rooftop of the Latimir building.
When → Late night June 17th, after the small conflict in regards to her request for a chip removal.
Rating → Euphy is so fluffy it hurts.
Summary → o-omg a log I HAVEN'T DONE ONE OF THESE IN FOREVER. Okay so in this log she wants some privacy. She lives with FOUR PEOPLE GD IT. So away she goes to the rooftop to reflect on everything without the constant chatter of people in her apartment. lmfao family of liars, but she loves them. god what is her life asdfl;sd. She's just missing home here, folks. Nothing srs. SORRY FOR TL;DR WRITING.
the log:
There really was just too much to think about while living here. Since her arrival a few days ago, not only did she manage to unite with familiar faces, but also acquire some new ones along the way. Looking back, none of it really made any sense. For Euphemia, this was just a massive set-back on what she was hoping to accomplish back at home. Right when everything was about to be set right, here she was in the aftermath of some other destroyed civilization. However, there were some things she was equally grateful for as well. Her situation here would have been far graver had Lelouch never made himself known to her. His presence alone allowed her to accept her fate easier than if she had been here all alone. It was something she was grateful for, even if the reason behind his being here remained fuzzy. Ironically, she got what she wanted - a chance to spend time with Nunnally and Lelouch again. Yet this wasn’t exactly how she pictured it. Still, despite the comfort of family and new acquaintances keeping her happy, it wasn’t enough to completely erase the lingering thoughts and memories of the people she had left back home.
After the day had come to a close, Euphemia had waited for the perfect moment to sneak away from watching eyes. Being in a room with four others was harder than she thought, especially since the lack of privacy was a considerably big issue for all of them. It was likely someone would notice, but it didn’t stop her from at least trying to slip out unnoticed into the main halls of the complex after shutting the door gently behind her. They’d forgive her, she thought. The worst that would happen is that they’d call for her, and the place she had in mind would easily allow for her to hear. Quickly, the Britannian princess made her hustled her way up the several flights of stairs, hoping by some chance that the exit to the roof was unlocked. Since outside was too dangerous for solo travel, the roof sounded like a perfectly reasonable location at acquiring the solitude she had wanted while remaining within safe range of anyone who may have been on lookout for her. As she made her way up the final set of stairs, her eyes widened at the sight of the exit just at the top of the stairs. With luck, the exit to the roof was unlocked, and she wasted not a moment slipping past the doors and out onto the roof.
There was nothing beautiful about this place at night. The sky was grim and the air was unbearable putrid, a mixture of the lingering scent of blood and beastly remains permeated the area with its essence. She didn’t care, because in some odd way she had grown rather used to it. It was still away from the others that made living in the confinement of the apartment so difficult. With fists clenched, the princess huffed and attempted to try and relieve some stress by kicking random debris seen on the ground. But after several successful kicks, one proved to be a match for her. She winced and uttered a soft cry when the object proved to be far too heavy to be kicked, deceived by its size. So much for that. Lately, her attire had become a bit of an inconvenience for her. With no other set of clothes to change into, her lavish gown was the only thing she possessed and the only thing that seemed to drag her down in situations that called for quick movement. She wasn’t getting much done when her dress kept getting snagged by random cracks and debris, nor was it doing any good when it only slowed her down. The dirt and grit from the roads and floor was starting to make the hems of her gown filthy, grungy, and even a bit tattered.
Carefully, she made her way over to the edge of the roof, peering over to stare below, and then cocked her head up slightly so she could gaze toward the horizon overlooking the city. A sigh passed her lips, finally a piece of mind. At home, privacy was a mere trip to her quarters, but here that luxury was simply not rewarded to her when there was barely enough rooms to sleep in. She had promised the pair that she would refrain from removing her chip, but something bothered her about it. While she did her best to apologize, it never truly vanquished her curiosity over the mystery of the elusive chip and its ability to move anywhere within her body. She shuddered, that little fact creeped her out, mostly because it was doing that inside her body. Still, what if Rolo’s explanation was right? This city did die through means of disease and other horrors, maybe the scientist were doing them a favor by installing it. But if they were able to find a means to prevent the disease from afflicting them, why didn’t they do this beforehand? Deep down she knew that removing it wouldn’t really do anything since she had no super abilities like the ones in comic books, but was it wrong to be mildly curious as to the reason of its place there and if a difference would be seen if it was properly removed?
Apparently, it was.
She didn’t mean to cause a stir between everyone, but it opened her eyes a little at just how much her family cared for her. It was a good thing they were simply looking out for her well-being, right? Of course! She could never fault them for simply being concerned. But what bothered her was the fact that the information remained concealed from her. If Lelouch or someone had simply told her in the first place, then all of this could have been avoided. Maybe he was concerned that despite his warning she'd go ahead and remove it anyway. It made her wonder if he had any faith in her. She was still little Euphy.
Between that and the small spat with Kallen, it was beginning to look as though she was more of a nuisance for them. She lacked proper combat skills, was far too unfamiliar with the area to go out unsupervised, and even in a game of Go Fish she couldn’t even help her team gain the upper hand. What use was she here if her power as royalty was meaningless? Cornelia. It was the one name that came to mind when she thought about how one of her rank proves them to be of use. If only she could be like her, especially now. Then people like Lelouch and even Kallen would give her some credibility and maybe even trust her a bit with information that they seemed to be withholding from her. It was a selfish wish right now, but she'd do anything to have her sister here this very moment just to hear her tell her things would be okay. To see her and especially to see-
“...Suzaku.”
That ... didn’t help. The thought of him right now dragged her mood even further downward. What Kallen said back there had hurt, but the fact that Lelouch had neglected to share information to her hurt the most. Well, at least Nunnally seemed equally as lost as she was, but for some reason she had thought they would have looked to her as an maybe somewhat of an adult and not a complete child like Nunnally. In a small way, she was being treated the way she was at home. Not allowed to speak, not allowed to act, and more or less just doing whatever she was told. Why bring her here to this awful place if all she was going to do was hold them back? She bit down on her lower lip while her fingers clenched the stone railing of the building side. This is what she wanted, the small bit of privacy to finally let her emotions come out. Up here, she could finally shed the few tears she was holding back for so long.
Ah, but a good cry is not always a bad thing.