[a/n] We may have skipped over Hermia. Sorry, everyone. Lillie is much more entertaining. She's my personal favorite.
Lillie-
Gift or curse? The sadist says both.
Lillie's smile remained plastered on her face in spite of the dark topic of conversation.
Then again, she was a sadist.
"I loved Femio more than I can possibly say. He was a real artistic guy…you know, a dancer."
"Mytho and Fakir were also dancers." Rue observed.
"Yes, but only Femio was French." Lillie returned. "He was also the only one who'd scatter about rose petals. Classy, I know. He was so sensitive…he'd tell me how he caused so much suffering in this world, by being so beautiful that no one could live without him.
I loved hearing about his suffering. So I made it a point to remain by his side. Eventually we recognized each other as worthy companions.
Or, at least, I did.
He'd go away, each night, in an attempt to 'find himself' as he called it.
Find himself? I thought. How unspeakably cute and adorable!
I didn't hesitate to tell him that he was a lost soul destined for the fiery depths of hell, and that it went without saying that he could never find himself. But I encouraged him to bravely keep on trying so I could cheer him on in the face of insurmountable odds and his certain doom!
And…while he was supposedly looking for himself, he found John, Bob, and Joe instead.
I couldn't have guessed! He was using me as a cover to make everybody think he had a girlfriend and couldn't possibly be attracted to guys!
Yeah, right.
I was suitably amused about this little charade. I'd never heard anything so funny in my life! In fact, I was reduced down to hysterical tears of laughter when I found out. I was so grateful, in fact, to him for giving me this laugh that I decided to pay him back in kind.
He told me was going to find himself, you see?
We had already established that his was a lost soul in hell. When your soul is in hell, and your body is here in this world…well, there's just one way to find yourself then.
I kept what I was planning a surprise. I guess you could say we broke up because of artistic differences. He thought he could find himself by searching here? Of course not! How ridiculous! I, however, saw the truth. He could only find himself by another means. What was I saying? Oh, artistic differences. Well, it was a simple one at that.
He saw himself as alive…and I saw him dead."
[A/N] I like the way the story stands as of now, but I might write a semi-happy or semi-even-more-tragic ending for Ahiru and Fakir.
Just maybe.