[ruse]

DAY 7: say goodbye
a piece featuring ya girl amorette

everyone moves quickly. the love in the air is gone, stolen away by mouths hungry for breath and kisses and their lovers and gasps of those alone with salt on their cheeks and tongues, and hands grabbing for stars in the sky. yesterday is gone, but she isn't. her pink attire is already outdated and her red stilettos move too slowly for those behind and her breaths are deliberate and keeps in time with her heart. the others move forward. she doesn't. she is still here.
the sound of her heels is most present to her. it's click, click click and she can't stop thinking about padam, padam padam. she passes by the tenth store selling kalontine candy at reduced prices, bright red that pull the pinks and purples to a level too close to hell for her taste. the others rush in, fast feet and fast hands, getting, getting, getting. and there she is, at the open window. standing, standing, standing. she hears someone close to her ear and it draws excitement from her; she remembers a lover with lips meeting her ear and saying, adore me, love me; i'm all yours. but it's not like those loving lovely words from a night before, it's just a string of curses telling her to go, go go. but what if she wants to stay, to be back there, with the rose-tined rose-resembling rose-smelling sheets and the arms holding her like a shut love letter and them, them, them. they ask her for her love, but they're always kind and their hands don't border on greedy by the bedside table, it's kindness and i'll love you just as you do me. she is used to others saying, give me love give me give me give me it all. and she gives and gives and she likes to feel needed and to belong and to be with them but they're not there anymore. it's just her stuck in another time, when red was friends with purple and pink and a lover was just a lover and not an other.
she tells herself, they will find you again when they need you.
but when? another voice asks. she is silent. the girl shifts, into romantic decay.

[Alantica]

Art:
Merabella just treats it like any other day.

Writing:
She said goodbye yesterday. With a sadden smile, she bids Amorette farewell. They exchange a hug once more before Amorette actually leave through that door. "See you next year." they say to each other as she walks through the door. "Thank you for everything."
Merabella strolls through the park. It was like any other normal day. Nothing has changed, everything is exactly the same save for the few stray red confetti that they failed to clean up. Merabella takes a sip of her coffee and continues on her way.

[CSMintCat]

Art: Valentine's Day is now over. Say goodbye to Amorette! Draw what your kalon does as they get out of the Kalontine's spirit.
Writing: Valentine's Day is now over. Say goodbye to Amorette! Write about what your kalon does as they get out of the Kalontine's spirit.

Art and writing prompt are both of Sato.

Art is linked here.

Though Valentines' was a hectic (and fun!) time for Sato, it all needed to come to an end at some point. After all the hustle and bustle of the holiday, Sato closes up shop and spends their time taking down all the decorations that they set out over the course of the week. It's a bit of a bittersweet event, but they feel like they're able to give the day a proper send-off by carefully sorting through and packing up the wide abundance of decorations they have. After all, they needed to keep them safe for next year!

[Dogo]

day 7 prompt: art

i don't have a kalon so i hope it's ok i just used the generic one! <3

[Checkinder]

writing: Valentine's Day is now over. Say goodbye to Amorette! Write about what your kalon does as they get out of the Kalontine's spirit.

Valentines Day had come and gone. Daphne felt no regrets that she had spent another year alone. She had spent her day at the soup kitchen, working diligently throughout the day to make sure everyone had gotten something to eat. Now she had a day to herself and Daphne knew just how she'd spend it.
Grabbing her keys she hurried out of the condo she and her sister, Solaris, shared. Locking the door behind her, she hurried to the elevator and out of the building, not quite running but not walking. The leftover Valentine chocolate would be on sale and it would very likely brighten the days of everyone at the soup kitchen next time she could go.
How can you get out of the Valentine spirit when people need love all year round?

[Vanillasaur]

Art prompt!


link

kalon

[kamelgirl]

writing prompt: day seven
writing: Valentine's Day is now over. Say goodbye to Amorette! Write about what your kalon does as they get out of the Kalontine's spirit.


Aisake slams the door open, staggers into his house, and collapses face-down on the nearest horizontal surface, which turns out to be the tile floor. "Oh- oh fudge-" he breathes through the pain.

Clutching his bloodied nose, Aisake stumbles over to the kitchen sink to rinse off the blood. He's been up for about fourty-five hours straight, barring the three hours of sleep he'd managed to grab yesterday morning, so he thinks he can be excused for any clumsiness on his part. Right on cue, his hand slips on the edge of the sink and lands on the serrated blade of a bread knife.

Aisake says some words he really shouldn't (though he finds that a bit of profanity does wonders to calm his nerves) and grabs a nearby towel to wrap around the wound. His hand slips as he tries to staunch the blood, sparking off another round of cursing, and he's about ready to give up when someone reaches around from behind him.

"That's not how you wrap a cut," says the absolute last person he wants to see him right now. Amorette grabs his hand in her own (oh, the irony) and gently wraps the towel around it, slowing the flow of blood. "So what happened to you?" she asks.

Aisake, whose brain has apparently stopped functioning entirely within the past hour or so, says, "You should go."

Amorette looks disappointed, but not surprised. "Why?"

Aisake bites his lip. "I'm kind of a wreck." And it's true; he feels like trash and can only imagine what he looks like to her. There's blood trickling from his nose and hand, dark circles under his eyes, his fur is mussed and a little sticky from the party, and he probably still smells like processed watermelon from when Griff knocked the drink table over. "Can you come back later, after I've cleaned up?"

"Aisake, this is the last time I'll be able to see you again this year," Amorette says.

That's why I want you to leave, Aisake doesn't say. I don't want your last memory to be of me looking like this. Instead, he shrugs and glances away, trying to kick his deadened brain into finding something non offensive to say. "Alright. Bye, Amor," he says lamely, cursing himself even as he speaks.

Amorette sighs heavily and suddenly looks many years older. He is reminded, not for the first time, of her status as an immortal goddess. Even after a thousand years, she will still look young and beautiful, while he'll be dust in the ground. "'Sake, I know what's bothering you," she says, sounding resigned.

Aisake hates the way it sounds in her voice, and hates even more that he had put it there. "Amor-" he begins, desperate to cut off the imminent rejection.

Apparently being an immortal love goddess teaches one how to deal with uncomfortable conversations. Amorette ignores him and soldiers on. "I've had many friends who've had crushes on me in the past," she continues. "And I've given each of them the same answer." Every word feels like another blow to his already fragile emotional state.

Amorette takes in a deep breath and says, "I'm sorry, but I'm just not interested in having a romantic relationship right now. I don't feel about you that way, and it wouldn't be fair to you or anyone else if I led you on." She stares up at him with sad eyes, willing him to understand. (He already does, of course; he's understood from the beghinning. Still, it was nice to pretend.)

"I know," he whispers hoarsely, angry and ashamed and broken all at once.

"Come here," Amorette says, holding her arms open for a hug. He doesn't hug her back as much as he falls into her arms, and it's really a good thing that she's about as tall as he is because otherwise she'd be on the floor right now. Her arm rubs his back in comforting circles, and he's sure he'll look back on this tomorrow and feel pure shame, but for now he leans into her, buries his nose in her candy-scented hair, and cries.


happy Single's Awareness Day yo

[seawoof]

muireall and amorette go out to get tea together

[DecafBunny]

day seven wrote:
art: Valentine's Day is now over. Say goodbye to Amorette! Draw what your kalon does as they get out of the Kalontine's spirit.
writing: Valentine's Day is now over. Say goodbye to Amorette! Write about what your kalon does as they get out of the Kalontine's spirit.

Art day 7 prompt entry:
Felicity usually sleeps in all day after partying.


Writing Day 7 prompt entry:
Featuring Jordan.

Jordan was glad that his least favorite holiday was finally over. He could finally stop seeing all the lovey-dovey posts and pictures that were on social media. He grumbled and began to work on his videos. He would do so for the rest of that day.

[gone----]

Valentine's Day is now over. Say goodbye to Amorette! Write about what your kalon does as they get out of the Kalontine's spirit.
Yujin x Joanna

Kalontine's Day is over; the single day out of the 365 days of the year officially for celebrating your love for someone else is over. And yet, for Yujin, it never feels over. It's never over because he doesn't have his kalontine's "date" (if one were to call it that) just once a year, but rather for as long she will love him for (hopefully that's forever). Every day feels like a Kalontine's Day, it doesn't take one designated day for one to shower another in affection.

Aside from Amorette and the balloons, the confetti and all the decorating and sweets (never again), for Yujin, nothing would be changing in the next however long Joanna and his love lasted. Kalontine's spirit? What is that?