A/N: Ok, this may be semi-long and sappy. It seems that I'm taking requests now. Oh, and some of the characters are mine. They help the stories run.
E.Gadd looked at their picture.
"They weren't always clockwork."
***
The mansion was passed down from buyer to buyer. It now ended up in the hands of a very wealthy man. But the story isn't about him; it's about his three daughters: Isabelle, Rose, and Sylvie. They're triplets that had a very loving father. The three girls were 19 around the event time. But what does this have to do with the clockwork soldiers? Almost everything.
One of the servants brought in a couple of letters to the sisters one morning. They were from the soldiers.
"Daddy daddy!" Isabelle quickly sped down the stairs while Rose was jumping three by three. Sylvie was already telling they father about the news.
"Look! Look! Father! They're coming back! It says so here!" three letters were shoved in his face. He chuckled a bit.
"My dears, those letter are a week late," he said. The girls checked the letters and looked down.
"That would mean that they're suppose to be here…" Isabelle pouted her lips.
"Does that mean they're coming?" Rose excitedly shouted. He shook his head.
"Incorrect. They are already here." He bought the ladies to the foyer and opened the door. And there they were. The human form of the clockwork soldiers, uniforms and all. Sylvie held back her tears of joy. Rose looked even more cheerful and hugged what she called "her soldier boy." Isabelle took small steps toward her lover.
"You're back…" she whispered. He brushed his lips on her cheek to give her a taste of reality.
"And it feels wonderful to be back…with you," he smiled and took her into his arms. Rose was already jabbering about social events that her boyfriend missed. Sylvie decided to have a private walk to the courtyard with hers. They're father was long gone, seeing that he wasn't need anymore. Rose's ponytail shook so much while talking. The poor guy didn't get to talk. He didn't care though. The chatterbox dragged him upstairs to her room to gossip some more. Isabelle seemed to be happily trapped in her lover's embrace.
Sylvie sat on the swing with her tanned legs dangling. Her companion sat on the stone bench, looking a tad nervous.
"Something wrong, Philippe?" Her soft voice ended the silence. He could've sworn she could read minds.
"It's nothing. I just need to talk to your father about something…" he trailed off with his eyes that seemed to be interested in the grass. She smirked.
"Do you want to marry me?" Philippe looked surprised.
"W-well…it's a yes and a no," was his feeble cover up. She hopped off the swing and took a seat next to Philippe.
"Am I not too pretty for you?" she flipped her brown hair over her shoulder in a sarcastic manner. He nudged her with his shoulder.
"Not at all, I've just found someone else," he played along. She pushed him back with her shoulder to his. Soon, a childish shoving war started. It quickly ended by Sylvie bumping him off the bench. He smiled at her.
"Fine fine. Will you marry me?" of course, he wasn't in a great position to propose, but she didn't care.
"I'd be glad too."
***
"What about Rose and Isabelle?" Mario asked.
"I'm getting to them."
***
The rejoiced couple from the door way walked room to room for no reason. They were just happy to be with each other. They finally rested in the guest room. Isabelle had her head against his shoulder while mildly chatting. He held her creamy peach colored hand tightly and thought of his plans after the war. He just had to do one more thing.
"Izzy, we've been together for a while huh?"
"Mm hmm. Does silly Willy have a bad memory?" she cooed.
"It's not that. It's just…" he sighed. "Well…after this stupid civil war is over maybe we could…maybe…"
"Maybe what?" she was very interested. He was never this hesitant. The solider gulped and knelt near her feet. He kissed her hand and spoke.
"Will you…I-I mean can I have the honor to become your…husband?" she blinked.
"Is my bun on too tight or did you ask me to marry you?"
"I, William, have asked you to marry me. Please say yes."
After that, a long pause poisoned the air. He grasped her hand and looked up at her. She nibbled on her bottom lip.
"So, where's the ring?" William knew what Isabelle meant and kissed her fully on the lips. She said yes, in her own little way.
***
"Awww, that's cute," Luigi commented. Mario pondered about marriage, but Luigi decided for him.
"You gotta save Peach a couple more times before you two settled down."
***
The hyper teen yakked on and on about other countries, boys, girls, her family, clothes, the sun, Earth, moon, stars, and so on. Luckily, she had a good listener near by. He barely made any comments. Or had any chance to talk. After her babbling, she finally gave him time to speak.
"Ok, so, uh what did you want to say?" she smiled and waited. Oddly, his lips remained sealed. He dug through his suit to find a small box. With his thumb, he flicked it open and presented to her. And he didn't say a thing.
"I'm going to be a wife!? Me?! Moi?! I'm going to be the Mrs. Jason Steele? Such good news!" She clapped her hands together with her green eyes smiling. "I can't wait to tell Isabelle and Sylvie! They'll be so jealous!" she hugged the young man.
"Love ya, Rose." He whispered. Then his ears were drowned with her squealing and other plans. Nonetheless, they both had smiles on their faces.
***
"Can you cut to the part were they somehow become wooden toys?" Mario wasn't very patient. The storyteller heaved a sigh.
"Alright. A week after, the boys had to return back to the battlegrounds. A month later, they were reported dead. All three of them. The toys represented them and their souls were kept inside. They protected the little house because the girls would sneak upstairs to the attic and nap there. They loved them beyond their death. The mansion was given to them, but they let anyone have it. As long at the room stayed. Out of heartache and sorrow, the girls died unmarried. They felt that it kept them loyal."
TBC
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