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    dimitri marcus auguste

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    count of elixias, the auguste heir, dee-dee

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    twenty-four

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    the male lead

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

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    in writing, dimitri was a figure of gentle cruelty; known by the public to be elegant, honorable and kind, yet all the while harboring a seething darkness within him — a darkness which seeps from his being like molten tar, for the fool who dares to cross his lines. a naive, soft-spoken boy once, but no longer, dimitri's upbringing in his father's ruthless grip has morphed him into a gemstone sword, beautiful, sharp, ready to cut down those that come too close, lured by its deceptive light. and yet, he searches for a hand to hold him, for a sheath that fits him, for they who he may belong to. luckily for him, this is a story about that person, about the woman who will love dimitri auguste, truly, and deliver him from his own sin.
    
    or, at least, it was. but the current dimitri seems to need little saving, from himself or otherwise. he is dignified, still, but not so uptight. cunning, still, but not so heartless. he has humor, even at his own expense, and a suspicious amount of knowledge about the happenings around the world. he has a taste for the more artistic flavors in life, for music and poetry, even if they are not so useful. he has not just subordinates, but true friends, whose concern, trust and loyalty he returns in equal measure. though he seems outwardly to be a man of even fewer words and frostier demeanor than he was meant to be, those close to him understand now that there is warmth hidden beneath the surface.
    
    in fact, there is only one, absolute command he would give: lay not an evil finger on what is mine. yes, you, who knows exactly what he's talking about.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    classical instruments, lilies, the smell of books, dogs, sweet teas, sitting alone in the garden, tristan rynesridge
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    dislikes

    
    

    politics, small talk, dancing, rainy weathers, seafood, people crowding around him, eudora rozante
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    skills

    
    

    also politics, playing the piano, playing the violin, sword fighting, archery, horse riding, ignoring people he doesn't like
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

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    his life began in the same manner it would end — beautifully, as it should for fate's favourite son. he was happy and warm in the arms of his mother, protected from the harshest sides of the rest of the world, including those of his own father, by her embrace. but it isn't long before that comes to a stop, as all good things must, when one soul is taken away to make way for another, as the family mourns the passing of their matriarch on the same day they celebrate the birth of their youngest daughter.
    
    the loss of such a dazzling woman hurt everyone who loved her, but most of all dimitri, who finds himself abruptly alone in a giant, hollow castle. the auguste path is a path of power, wealth and adoration, a certain path that has been established for centuries since the founding of the avellan kingdom itself. a difficult path for a child to walk, without a guiding light. yes, he had his father, but the man was much less a light and much more a force. dimitri is dragged through the dark with not a speck of kindness, growing resilient but cold, to the destination that the duke auguste desired.
    
    until he meets her, who dared to stand in his path, who saw right through him with those amber eyes. her, a pale figure under the moonlight, a splash of white in the black night. her, the woman called celestia. even in that magical moment, he would have never believed how the divine threads weave such a mysterious pattern, how she would be his revival, his eternity, his happy ever after. his beautiful ending.
    
    or so the future was planned... but whether it will maintain its course is doubtful at best. somewhere along the line, a mistake has been made, the balance of the tale has tipped, and the young marquess has changed. the fates face an unexpected conundrum; how can the hero be healed by his heroine's love, when he has taken no damage?
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    yoshioka takao

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    tako, the sales dept.'s idol, mr. flawless [sarcastic]

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    twenty-seven

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    status

    
    

    dead (?)

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    about

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    a person who stands out wherever they go, who attracts attention as flowers do bees, a person like both glitter and gold. ask anyone at the company; that person is definitely yoshioka from the sales team. with the impressive skills to match his qualifications and a penchant for getting people on his side, nobody has been more suited to be a businessman or for the term "elite" than this man. even office rumors that he's secretly married with children, or that he's actually a terrible womanizer, couldn't stop him from being the most eligible bachelor on the block. takao simply glows when he walks into the office — much to the chagrin of a certain colleague, he's sure — and he is basically invincible.
    
    right?
    
    except yoshioka takao has a secret: that he is one giant, elaborate, flawless... fraud. because the moment he gets home, all alone, the contacts come out, the hair gel is washed away, the suit is quickly taken off. he settles into the wonderful arms of his soft bed, flips the pages of his newly bought books, and drifts away into fictional worlds. yes, takao is, indeed, a complete otaku. a nerd of epic proportions. a loner of the loner-iest sort. the saying goes that when things seem too perfect to be true, that's because they are, and here is one great example.
    

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    faint night

    
    

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[neon reverie]

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  eudora

  
  

  rozante

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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    eudora clarice rozante

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    marchioness of wicia, temptress, adora,

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    twenty-three

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    role

    
    

    villainess

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

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    in the original, eudora was a woman with too little humility and too much greed. loved but spoiled, a rose of entitlement blossomed, thorns and all. living in a bejeweled world, rich with compliments and adoration, an ego could only expand, just like the wants in the heart. elegant like a black swan demanding you to have only eyes for her shades of dark lest you want to catch her bite; how could you grasp for someone else's light? loves like a stormy sea threatening to drown you, wanting to consume you as much as it does her. intelligent but oh so obsessed; eudora was the villainess who went crazy for what she couldn't have.
    
    she seems different now, though; less conniving and more free. adventurous and perhaps a bit too bold, the marchioness has earned quite the reputation for herself. temptress, some call her, for being so openly flirting with others. unruly, people criticize, as she seems to do what she wants without regard for decorum. eudora can be seen as a wild woman, playing with time like tomorrow does not exist, and maybe that's true, life being riddled with ending ― but one thing is for sure; she isn't done with living yet. the woman still has a few schemes up her sleeve and one heart to steal..
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    scent of roses, library days, dancing in empty ballrooms, eating pastries during tea time, meandering through town incognito, purchasing gifts for others, dressing pretty, celestia starwell
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    society's misogyny, fake compliments, rumour mongering, being dismissed, endless etiquette, long social events, dimitri auguste
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    ballroom dancing, hosting social gatherings, singing, horse riding, embroidering, medicine, archery, vexing a certain marquess
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

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    it is once upon a time tale, harboring an ending tragic but fated. as the original illustrates, the villainess is born into a family powerful and rich. showered with love and gifts, the world is colored rose and nothing is out of reach. a soft-spoken boy stays at her side as a friendship blossoms from young age, his polite smiles and kind words sparking something in the heart. a crush evolves into a love pure but thunderous, consuming her days and nights. the one who has always been by his side, how could one not see what was right there in front of him? that man has always been hers and yet he slips through her fingers like he never was.
    
    denial and obsession is what corrupts the soul, whispering schemes in her ears as if they were sweet promises. humiliate her and he will see she is unworthy. frame her and he will return to your side. get rid of her and he will love you. so bent on crafting a road leading back to her, the villainess had become blind to the ending materializing behind her. the more desperate she got, the crazier her actions. it was only a matter of time till everything surfaced, and even then, sentenced and at the end of life, she smiled, eyes glimmering with the wrong shades love.
    
    you will love me, even if i'm gone.
    
    you will see what you could've had.
    
    it was an ending befitting a villainess, but the beginning is slowly changing.
    
    the friendship that had blossomed so sweetly,,
    
    how come it seems so bitter now?
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    flyers

    
    

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    takagi haruna

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    haru, miss plan B

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    twenty-six

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    hit by truck

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

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    as memento mori says, death is inevitable, so live life to the fullest, aka, life does not pauze and neither should you. at least, that's what haruna has interpreted. busy, busy busy, always hurrying about and never slowing down. ambition fuels while uncertainty frightens, assembling a woman brimming of determination and stress. structure and schedules form the bones in her body, management her blood.
    
    haruna weaves her future out of a detailed life plan, not once straying from the path her mind has paved for herself. sure, fits of stress and panic are prone when trying to control the uncontrollable, but anything is possible if you work hard enough; her parents have taught her so. hard-working and responsible, it is no wonder she has been able to snatch her current position within the company. but she wants more, needs more, and she will be damned if she'd let some other guy ruin her plans.
    
    her creativity might spark, but her ambition definitely burns.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    praises, being the best in everything, color-coded planning, design, romance manhwa, baking, expanding her knowledge
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    chaos, uncertainty, losing, lazy people, dishonesty, aimless activities, sudden noises, coffee, humid weather,
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

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