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[Mid-life]

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mid-life
baccara; a dark rose's meaning is deep passion, commitment and unconscious beauty.
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p e r s o n a l i t y
"Time is not measured by clocks, but by moments."

Snow is like time, cold to those who confront it, fast to drop, fast to melt. Baccara can be seen as cold because of her straight-forward attitude and serious expression. Being straight-forward and honest with others has always been a motto for her- especially because of past relationships that ended because of a lack of honesty. Baccara doesn't sugar-coat, and you shouldn't expect her to. It isn't surprising she is bitter and holds such a strong viewpoint on memories- as she has experienced many bad ones within her lifetime.
Baccara is a very hardworker when it comes to anything she does. She is quite antisocial and often gets sucked into her work and never has time for such social events. Time is precious, any little mistake and you could alter history for generations- she know this well and makes it a point to not waste others' time, as she expects for you not to waste her time in return. She carries a pocket watch everywhere for this very reason. She refers to it to make sure she is on par with her schedules and so that she can time how quickly she completes her tasks. She takes pride in how much work she is able to complete and feels superior to others because of her good work ethics. Baccara, after her death, created a habit of getting angry quickly and questioning authorities above her, thus getting herself into trouble.

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u n i t e d k i n g d o m
September 2nd, 1819
Current age: 24
Current state: mortal

"Look at that girl's hair, how gross", "Heard her father is a criminal", "Did you know she was illegitimate?"
The whispers, I've gotten use to it, don't worry. It isn't new to me, I've been the talk of this town since I was born. I'm not sure whether I should feel proud of that, but I don't let it get to me anymore. My mother taught me to do this and I'm glad she did.
A bell rang from above her head as she entered the post office. "Mrs. Bakula, how may I help you?" The kind, baby-faced postman asked me, with a smile. "Any new mail?" Bakula smiled back in response. The postman shuffled around some files. "No, ma'am.... hmm" He drifted off. "Oh! Actually, your husband... he told me to give this to you, here you are." He handed the envelope over to Bakula. Bakula hadn't seen her husband in many days, he worked in the army under Frederick Philipse Robinson during that time. Bakula worked hard to support herself by volunteering at a bakery near her home (the old woman running the shop would give her all of the tips each day she worked). Bakula was in no way rich, in fact she was just barely getting by. It was frowned upon for women to have proper jobs, so she didn't have much choice.
Bakula opened the envelope gently, sliding two sheets of paper out.

Dear Bakula,
I unfortunately will no longer be coming home to you. I deeply apologize for the suddenness, however I have fallen for a much younger maiden than you and a rich one at that. She is the general's daughter. It will benefit my status in the military. I hope you can understand that being away from you has caused my feelings to change greatly. I sent you the divorce papers with my signature. Please send them back as soon as possible. Sorry I could not treat you better. You deserve someone much better than I.
Signed,
Alexander R. Ridge

Tears blurred her vision, her cheeks burned red in anger. She was tempted to scream aloud and crumple the papers, however that would be unfit for a lady. She smiled up at the postman. "Oh." She cleared her throat as tears streamed down her face. "What a surprise. Thank you, kind sir. I should be going now." Her eyebrows furrowed together, in pain. "Sure, ma'am. Come by if you need anything else." Bakula left the post office swiftly and, once outside, used the papers to hide her saddened face from the world. She walked out into the middle of the street, forgetting to look both ways before crossing. "Hey! Lady!" A voice called out. She didn't hear him. "Ma'am look out! .... Look out!"
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Bakula was thrown sideways, the papers that were in her hand were thrown into the air. She had an awful pain in her head, she lifted her hand to feel the wound as blood dripped down her cheek. Bakula couldn't move. She could faintly hear gasps of witnesses and the neighing of horses. There, 1819, Bakula was pronounced dead, cause: injury to the head being trampled by horses.

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h e a v e n
years later...

Current state: heavenly angel
Mortal name: Bakula
Angelic name: Baccara

"Angel Baccara, formerly known as Bakula." A loud, booming voice called out from above her. "Do you confess to sinning in heaven?" She glanced upwards briefly. "I do." She said coldly. "Do you acknowledge that defying and questioning the gods are both sins that cannot be forgiven in heaven?" She nodded. There was a pause. "You will be sent into Purgatory for eternity for defying the Gods." The voice boomed, its voice vibrating through the golden clouds. Baccara's eyes widened. "What-" She caught herself and paused. "Gracious God, please reconsider." She bit her tongue and looked up at the sky. "The gods of the heavenly realm have discussed and have chosen this as a fitting punishment. Therefore, I will not retract this punishment, it is final." Baccara looked up angrily at the sky, an angry fire filled her eyes. "You know what-" She began to angrily curse the Gods, however she was interrupted by a sudden darkness.

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p u r g a t o r y
the same day...

Current state: fallen angel
Angelic name: Baccara

She looked around for anyone. "Um. Hello? Where am I?" She took a few steps forward and fell into nothing. The fall felt endless, in fact it was. Purgatory? She thought. Baccara couldn't even see her hands in the darkness.
Whispers filled her ears. "Baccara." "Baccara." They would repeat. "Why did you do it?" "Dumb little girl." "Why do you do this to yourself?" "Why couldn't you just be quiet for once?" "Why did you have to say anything?" "You knew this would happen." "Why are you crying?" "Are you scared?" "Your skin is so soft." Baccara felt the prickle of claws on her right side. She pressed a hand to it, but felt nothing. The invisible claw drew a long scratch from her side to her stomach. Then, she felt multiple claws. 5? 6? 10? 20? She couldn't count... They all scratched her. The pain was unimaginable- like millions of knives slashing you at once, that's how she would describe it. She screamed out in agony. Tears streamed down her face, snot flew from her nose. The whispers continued to fill her ears without sympathy. Baccara's head throbbed.
"Ugh!" She called out. "Just be quiet!" She shouted. The whispers faded away. The scratches burned her skin. Baccara felt a tug on her wrists, she was suddenly suspended in the air by a rope of darkness. Thus birthed Fallen Angel Baccara, committed to the chains of darkness and pain until judgement day.

───────────────────────────────── but you can spend it

───────────────────────────────── once you've lost it
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Euanthe needed to get out of here. It didn't matter if Queen Primrose (or more commonly known as Euanthe's Aunt/Mother) was encouraging her to stay and chat with Euanthe's countless amounts of relatives and other royals. She needed to escape the awkward feast, and quick.

xxxThe Queen was technically Euanthe's aunt, as Primrose's sister was the mother of Euanthe. When Euanthe was born her mother left without any notice, so the Queen was forced to either take care of Euanthe herself or simply kill her. Queen Primrose decided that it'd be frowned upon to kill Euanthe so she tentatively took in Euanthe as her own.

xxxThat was beside the point, though. Euanthe scanned the area for places she can slip away, unnoticed. But even if she did, everyone was too occupied either eating or having small talk with others to even notice if Euanthe was gone. The only person who'd probably notice was Queen Primrose, as she was aware of Euanthe's tendency to sneak out of feasts like the current one happening. Euanthe knew just how to take care of that problem, though.

xxx"Mom?" Euanthe asked in a quiet whisper, but just enough that her mother, which was sitting right next to her, could hear her. Her mother's head quickly whipped around, and Queen Primrose lifted an eyebrow.

xxx"Talk." The Queen demanded simply.

xxx"I'm... I'll... I'm going to talk to my relatives." Euanthe lied, pleading in her mind that it would work. Queen Primrose almost instantly narrowed her eyes at her daughter, suspicion washing over her piercing blue eyes. It wasn't every feast where Euanthe would told her to go speak with her relatives.

xxx"Just leave. But if you're not in your room by 12, you're dead, got that?" Her mother hissed, catching onto Euanthe's swiftly thought out plan, that worked in a way she didn't expect. Euanthe couldn't argue with her mother, though. That was a good two hours to herself.

xxxEuanthe crept out of the room where the feast was held. She slipped out of the castle, summoned her speed and bolted to the forest, skidding to a halt at her favourite tree. There wasn't an exact reason upon why it was her favourite, it just happened to be the tree Euanthe stopped at the most.

xxxBut today, someone else was at her favourite tree. And it was a Renegade.

xxxEuanthe, herself, was a Royal. Usually very rich, lived with luxury, always invited to feasts and so on. Renegades lived in the west, while Royals resided in the north. They weren't normally at any type of war, and they were barely allowed on each other's land, but Renegades were told to be thieves and ignorant fools and definitely not warmly welcomed. The one that laid in front of Euanthe, though, had a smug grin and a mischievous glister shining in her pale green eyes. Something that Euanthe found both welcoming but deceiving, a mix of different emotions that didn't match with each other. But whoever this strange Renegade was, Euanthe couldn't help but smile at her prideful gaze.

xxx"Who are you?" Euanthe questioned softly, examining the female Renegade. They were about Euanthe's age, with seemingly well-taken cared of long, white hair that faded into a mysterious black. Euanthe had to admit that the Renegade was surprisingly clean, and most definitely not filthy like Renegades were often rumored to be.

xxx"Ivy. Renegade, if you can't tell. I don't even need to know that you're on Royal land to know that you're certainly a Royal. You're practically shimmering like a night sky all over." They laughed, but in a friendly way. Not like a mocking way like she'd expect. Euanthe felt slightly self-conscious at their words, though. Was it really that obvious she was a Royal? Was she really 'shimmering like a night sky' all over? Euanthe shook her head, and raised an eyebrow at Ivy.

xxx"Euanthe, and yes, you're correct. I'm a Royal. But you, a Renegade? You don't seem like one, comparing you to the cruel ones I hear in stories." Euanthe mused, slowing pacing in a semi-circle around Ivy. Euanthe expected Ivy to turn defensive and deny it, like Euanthe would do if she were in her place. Instead, Ivy stifled a laugh.

xxx"In our stories, Royals are snobby idiots who are so supremely rich they eat gold." Ivy replied, shaking her head. "Do Renegades really have that stupid reputation in your kingdom, princess?" Ivy asked with a warm smile.

xxx"I mean, those statements are half-true. Most of us are pretty snobby, yes." Euanthe couldn't help but laugh. She never thought a Renegade, out of all people, would make her laugh. Her Royal relatives only make her laugh if they do something remarkably dumb, but never with what they're purposely saying.

xxxEuanthe opened her mouth to answer Ivy's question, but before she could something else beat her to it. A tall woman loomed over Ivy, giving Ivy an icy cold stare, and Euanthe wondered if they even knew Euanthe was here.

xxx"Ivy, what are you doing out here? It's almost 12, and you're talking to some... Royal? How naive can you be, daughter?" They barked aggressively, tugging on Ivy's arm and ready to pull her away, but the woman got a long look at Euanthe and stopped. Something about the soft glittering in the woman's eyes made her seem familiar.

xxx"Ivy. Do you know who this is?" The woman asked sternly, letting go of her daughter's arm.

xxx"I.. I m... mean we j...just met and-" Ivy's words trembled with uncertainty of what was the right thing to say to please her mother, but the woman cut her off.

xxx"Ivy," The woman started. "This is your sister."

xxx"MY WHAT?" Ivy shouted, her - or officially now their - mother's words seemingly only barely processing in her mind. Euanthe was equally as shocked, but couldn't speak any words. "DOES THAT MEAN I'M PART ROYAL?" Ivy questioned, still shouting.

xxx"Calm down," their mother shushed. "I'm sorry Euanthe for leaving you, and leaving you thinking you were an only child. I'm sorry for abandoning you." Euanthe inspected the woman, forcing herself to believe that this was definitely not her biological mother. She can't be. A Royal into a Renegade? Impossible.

xxxHer mother's eyes suddenly looked frightened, and grabbed Ivy's arm again, fear making her hands tremble greatly. "Come on, it looks like we have company." Her mother urged softly. Euanthe whipped herself around, only to be greeted by a small cluster of guards and Queen Primrose staring at her sister, rage filling her.

xxx"Traitor!" Her adoptive mother shrieked, giving her sister an infuriated point of her finger. "Guards, lock them both up. Euanthe, come with me." Primrose spat, clearing trying to keep her temper at a minimum. It wasn't exactly working.

xxx"You can't do that!" Euanthe cried, trying to grab onto both her biological mother's arm and Ivy's. "They're family, Royal or not! You can't throw them in the dungeon, you never pay attention to any prisoners and they'll starve to death!"

xxx"Euanthe, these are traitors." Queen Primrose explained, slowly losing her patience. "Now come over here before you get thrown in the dungeon too." The Queen sourly demanded.

xxxImpossibly loud wails came from Ivy, and Euanthe couldn't dare to look at the guards dragging her and her mother away from her view. Tears started to slither down her face, silently praying that they'd be saved.

xxx"At least let me visit them while they're down there!" Euanthe shouted frantically, soaking the dirt underneath her. Her mother sighed, but gave a reluctant nod.

xxx"Visit them all you want for now, but the next time the sun sets your time with them is over." Primrose warned in a gruff voice, shooing her away. Without any hesitation, Euanthe dashed after Ivy and her mother, not bothering to stop and breathe or take a glance back at her mother. In a matter of weeks, the two would be gone for sure.

xxxEuanthe almost tripped when she ran down the flight of stairs to the dungeon. She didn't care though. She immediately spotted the cell Ivy and her mother were being held in, and sprinted to it. The cage bars were old and rusty, and the cell itself had dust piling up in the back two corners, finished off with plenty of spiderwebs. A light bulb dangled on top of the dungeon, shining a dim light into their cell.

xxx"Euanthe!" Ivy exclaimed, furiously trying to reach for Euanthe's shaky hands through the metal bars. "Thank goodness you're here." Ivy mumbled. Their mother seemed to be knocked out in the back corner, making Euanthe feel concerned.

xxx"Mother?" Euanthe whispered softly. "Is she dead already?"

xxxIvy shook her head. "She got knocked out since she kicked one of the guards in the head while trying to break free." Ivy quietly explained, her hands tightly squeezing Euanthe's.

xxx"Don't worry, Ivy. I'll become Queen and save you and my mother. Our mother." Euanthe whined, wanting nothing more but to wrap her arms around her sister and never let go.

xxx"I'm afraid I'll be dead by then, and you'll probably forget about me." Ivy murmured through the tears that started to trickle down her face.

xxx"Ridiculous! I'll never forget you, Ivy." Euanthe claimed. Ivy gave Euanthe a gentle laugh, shaking her head slightly.

xxx"Maybe you should just go already. The earlier you leave, the less pain you'll feel." Ivy suggested, already loosening her grip on Euanthe's trembling hands. "Just completely forget I was even alive in the first place.

xxx"Never." Euanthe replied simply. "Never in five million years."

xxxIvy rested her hands on the rough prison floor, sighing. "Then I guess all we can do is cry together."

xxxEuanthe nodded without saying a word. She let tears fall to the ground, making a small puddle beneath her.

xxx"Ivy, j... just know," Euanthe started. The words she were about to say she never expected to say to a Renegade. But this was different. Ivy was her sister, and soon her sister was going to leave her world. "I'll miss you. Miss you so, so much." She choked out.

xxx"Oh, Euanthe. You want to know something too?" Ivy asked, smiling the slightest bit. Euanthe nodded. "Pain is just a feeling."

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