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Guide To The Fauchereve - Ver. 2Personality- Despite what for some reason seems to be popular belief, he is not evil. He doesn't know that he's killing them, and honestly; He just wants some friends. Also, he works really hard for those that he thinks are his friends, he works to make a paradise for them, in a sense, a place where they can be happy all the time with no worries.
To do this, he takes the form of whoever that person cares about the most whether it be a pet, family member, friend or lover. But he is not a demon praying on affection for leverage.
When his friends die, he's said to make a single flower to remember them, by now it's accumilated into a giant field full of graves.
Otherwise, hes very affectionate, if not slightly oblivious to some things(He tried to eat a butterfly once), and is very protective over friends, not wanting them to get hurt. He's able to see everyone's deepest hopes and dreams, and therefore finds it hard to hate anyone.
He's also selfish, but doesn't really know or
WORLD - Dreamtalia Contest Entry"I'm my own person!!" The angry Arcana snapped at his master, eyes narrowed into a glare, "I'm not just your pawn! I have feelings, and needs and wants!!" His fist slams into the wall;
"And so did Chariot and Hermit!! Even Temperance!"
The Fauchereve scowls, "Shut up World."
"No! You can't treat us like trash anymore!!"
"World-" His voice is a deadly warning right now,
"We're not just your pawns, we never were and we deserve our freedom!"
"I told you to shut up!" He glares at the other, "You're nothing other then my pawn." His voice raised a bit, pitch heightening for a moment before he coughed into his hand; "Thinking otherwise was just ridiculous."
A slightly worried look crosses the Arcana's face as he remembers the last time this situation occurred; When he was reassigned to look after Chariot; "That's not true...!" He argues, blue eyes locked with his masters, "I feel! We all feel! We exist now, and we have wills and wishes of our own!!"
The room fills with silence for a moment, a
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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