Rosewater15

IN THE COVER IK THEY LOOK TWELVE THEY ARE 16 HELP
Easter, a prince trapped inside his room, his mother's lapdog, has many faces. He doesn't need to close his eyes when plunging a knife in somebody's chest, or ripping off someone's fingers, one by one. But, as secrets pile up like pebbles in a jar, they are bound to spill at some point. And, those pebbles slowly spill, suffocating him and tearing at his identity and morality. (Easter's not the only mc but eh)

Prequal: The Study Room

Letters of Compunction

Brief A.N. - Sorry I was gone for 6 days but now I'm sick and I have an interview in two days. Yayy. I've going to vent my sickness into my story. Also, next chapter was supposed to be a full chapter but I don't feel like it.

"Oliver?" The Anonymity stared listlessly at the wall in front of him, with the big words written "I don't want to die." He breathed out quietly, not hearing the voice calling out for him. "Oliver! Hey, Anonymity!" The Anonymity flinched, turning around.

Elias Tarnin, the accused murderer, stood at his doorway. His bandages had been undone, only to show his blank eyes and scars. Elias, not knowing the Anonymity had acknowledged his presence, kept calling out his name.

"...What is it, Mr. Elias?" the Anonymity asked. He clutched the brush he was holding, a few moments away from scribbling nonsense on the way. Elias smiled at him faintly.

"Go by yourself." Elias huffed, crossing his arms.

"The queen won't let a murderer walk alone, nor can a blind man do so by himself."

The Anonymity, after some thought, agreed, taking Elias's hand and leading him to the gardens. They walked in silence, Elias occasionally turning his head towards a sound, or brushing his hand on some flower petals. The Anonymity tried to avoid any contact.

"Mr. Elias..." the Anonymity started suddenly. "You seem unfazed by the fact that you tarnished your whole family's reputation and killed an innocent girl." Elias laughed bitterly, but didn't reply. They stopped on their stroll as he bent down, plucking a flower from it's stem and picking the petals off one by one idly.

"I... I didn't kill her, Anonymity," he replied. The Anonymity wasn't convinced.

"Why are you so compliant with the royal family?"

"Because they saved me... from death and exile," Elias replied monotonously. His face didn't show any emotion, but his hands trembled as he plucked the petals off one by one. "Anonymity, let me ask you a question." The Anonymity looked up.

"...What did you feel, back then?"

"When?" The Anonymity asked, but his voice faltered a little.

"When you assaulted Lady Elizabeth." Elias's blank blue eyes darkened a little, dropping the petal-less flower onto the ground. The Anonymity flinched.

"I-I... I didn't assault her," he snapped. Elias simply stared back at him, emotionless.

"...I didn't kill her, either." He sighed. "Father... even though he hated you, at least he covered you up, right?" Elias laughed bitterly, picking up another flower to decapitate.

"He disowned me," the Anonymity replied in anger. "What are you trying to do, Elias?"

"You were never his child in the first place, Oliver." Elias held the flower to his mouth, ripping off the leaves and snapping the thorns.

"S-Shut up," the Anonymity whispered, holding his head. He shouldn't have come with Elias. Nothing good came out of it anyway. He just felt more miserable.

Elias's hand came up to his cheek. "Oliver, you're fourteen, right?" The Anonymity flinched at the touch, but didn't draw back, closing his eyes.

"You're height makes me think that you're twelve."

"...I was malnourished, and it's more expensive to sell a twelve year old slave," the Anonymity said bitterly. Elias said nothing, his hand dropping.

"Ah, right. Oliver, I forgot to tell you. Prince Easter beat up his Highness and went into solitary confinement."

Recounts of an Anonymity - 4