Awakening Supports/Virion Noire(PC)

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C Support

Noire:
*Sniff* *sniffle*

Virion:
Noire? Good heavens, what is it? Why are you crying?

Noire:
*Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.

Virion:
That is an...oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?

Noire:
It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.

Virion:
Poor dear! Here, take my handkerchief.

Noire:
Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*

Virion:
I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.

Noire:
Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.

Virion:
Oh, dear. That's...rather pathetic.

Noire:
...Yep. *sniff*

Virion:
B-but that was a different me. Just wait—I shall prove my worth to you anew!

Noire:
Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*


B Support

Virion:
*Sniff* Gods, how embarrassing. Especially for a noble like myself... *sniff*

Noire:
It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Virion:
I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.

Noire:
Just like before...

Virion:
Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least I broke your hex. *sniffle*

Noire:
Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.

Virion:
Perhaps some things were simply meant to be...

Noire:
Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...

Virion:
Hmm?

Noire:
My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*

Virion:
*Sniff* Oh, don't cry, my dear.

Noire:
FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Virion:
Er...my dear?

Noire:
Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!

Virion:
Noire?! What are you...

Noire:
*Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...

Virion:
Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*


A Support

Virion:
Do you have a moment, Noire?

Noire:
Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Virion:
Have a look.

Noire:
...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Virion:
Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.

Noire:
You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...

Virion:
Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.

Noire:
Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.

Virion:
I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.

Noire:
Just please don't ever leave me again.

Virion:
Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death!

Noire:
That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.

Virion:
Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Gods! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire:
She must have realized you took all her toys.

Virion:
I had better make my escape before I put that "not even death" promise to the test... Farewell, Noire! Love you!

Noire:
Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!