Title: Little Yulia

Summary: For the Undead Merchant in the 'burg.

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A/N: This might actually be good if I could write


Little Yulia. Oh, little, little Yulia.

So delicate and yet so strong, Yulia was never one to leave my side. Before becoming undead, she was just another silly old object to me - oh, how the fruits of my misfortune brought us together! If it weren't for me becoming Undead, we wouldn't have been nearly as close as we now are.

When my skin decayed and my hair fell out, Yulia never screamed nor scorned.

Yulia was never one to judge.

After I'd made my home here in this place, I had feared that Yulia would not like it - now, she's never been more well-adjusted.

Yulia isn't superficial.

I see how they look at her, eyeing her edges. They can't have her. No, by the Gods, under any conditions what-so-ever. I wouldn't sell Yulia for all the souls in the world... she's worth more than that. What is the price of companionship, and a love without pain, you ask?

Nothing.

Not a damned thing.

My, little Yulia...ever-reliable...never falters... You never did leave my side, now, did you, Yulia?


I'll try harder next time, this game makes me too sad