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yxstxrdrxxm · 5 months

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SYNOPSIS: Faes and humankind are never meant to be together, but Coviello has plans to prove that wrong.

TW/S: Yandere behavior, non-canon to original Coviello, variant of twst! Coviello (huge inspo to Malleus from twst!), stalking, somno but not the sexual kind??, major character death/s (debatable but if you squint, you can see it), huge reference to the original cover of Once Upon a Dream by Lana Del Rey, delusional mindset, lol they're pulling some sleeping beauty shit here.

NOTE: Coviello is not from me, its from Meirin (@zhongrin/@meimeimeirin)! Also, this was something that hit me so hard after hearing the cover of once upon a dream... And drawing Coviello as Malleus did not help my delusions.

As a dragon fae, Coviello is no stranger to the waking of death.

They have attested this by seeing how humans can only live for so long, be it by decades... Or a few years, if they were unlucky. Some were even unfortunate to have their lives snuffed before they were given the chance to live.

To them, they were birthed from an egg, and although they had the temper worse than of a common fae, their family took care of them. At least... To the best of their abilities.

As they grew up, their eyes have witnessed tragedies. Some fell on their kind, while others fell on themselves.

It was when they achieved their signature spell: one that is so tied to the song that they heard their mother sing. However, there was a catch to that spell.

That is... Coviello must know the person's name, for this spell needs it as a payment of it's own.

If it doesn't... Well, they didn't need to remember. They knew what the payment was in return of the lack of name. Who's to say they didn't experienced it themselves?

And so, they lived on. They've watched as times change, but they remained the same. If anything, they were quite displeased with how things seem to happen so quickly.

There was nothing to catch their eye. Nothing that could make them slow down, to admire, aside from the sweets they get or from admiring the simple scenery... Or even with their animal companion.

That is, until they met you.

Housewarden of Ramshackle and Crowley's little helper.

You were the light of their life, something that made them stop to look twice.

And you two met at a time where they thought it was impossible, which was Night Raven College.

At the time, it was a simple nightly stroll for Coviello. They were out to see the abandoned ruins of Ramshackle, to simply get away from the chaos of Diasomnia. And in such a time, they had simply thought they would get a sliver of peace.

However, they were displeased to see that they weren't... And it was because of you.

Still, they held their tongue and became cordial. In their mind, you were simply there to be like them: to escape from whatever dorm you were stuck in, or to get your bearings over something else before heading back to rest.

However, they were gravely mistaken. They realized that, no, you weren't doing that... And you were an insomniac.

That, and you LIVED in that abandoned, dilapidated of a dorm.

Coviello had to reel in the urge to ask you to repeat yourself. That was a shock they never expected, and they were one to have witnessed the horrors of it all.

And yet, from the look in your eyes, you weren't kidding. And you were even more bold to ask them of their name.

In the folklore and basic knowledge of faes, one mus not tell them your real name. This was so to limit the possibility of them taking some form of ownership, a title of their claim on you.

However, Coviello what they didn't expect was for you to willingly give up your name, and even give them a nickname of your own.

You called them 'Vii'. A playful iteriation of their name, but they had no heart to correct you.

You were a peculiar being, but maybe... It was better you stay oblivious.

For their sake.

That day, Coviello was not the same as others had noticed.

If anything, it would seem as though they changed. The once feared leader of Diasomnia had their heart softened over someone that no one knew, but those who did were left confused.

Who knew that one human could make them feel like this? And yet, they did.

Every time Coviello was with you, you made it clear that it was simply to be with them as a friend. You weren't going to restrict Coviello for what they should or shouldn't do, and you were there to support them.

You made the fae feel human. Someone who was worth hearing out for.

And for them, they got addicted.

However, it wasn't long till they have witnessed your struggles. You were still human, so it was clear that you had your own issues, too.

One was how people took advantage of your kindness.

You have your heart on your sleeve far too many times, and Coviello had to witness that happen. It was almost like you never learned how it feels to be used, and when you did... You were hurt.

They hated it. They hated seeing just how miserable you are sometimes. And they hated how you seem to act like your misery was not a big deal.

Still, you trudged on, just like a soldier is to the sight of a war.

As for Coviello, they stayed... Waiting.

Waiting for your walls to crumble.

What they lacked back then was patience, but oh, Coviello had enough time in the world to remain patient. They knew in themselves that the time will come that you'll admit defeat.

And each time that things happened, the burden was placed on you. Each time you try to justify it wasn't your fault, people never believed you.

You were a magicless human. You don't deserve to have a voice, they told you.

And each time, you swore to yourself that you felt someone was on you. Someone who kept watching you from a distance, far from your untrained eyes.

Coviello truly didn't mean to scare you, but they were curious. They wanted to see if you were able to understand the predicament you were under, and how each one of them would let you take the blame.

They were all cowards. You and Coviello knew that. But did you believe them?

No. No, you didn't.

And to see them resort to it after all the warning they gave you was... Disappointing. But maybe it was worth for the beauty that they've seen.

That in some way, you were stubborn to prove their words wrong.

However, Coviello has seen it. Each time that you went through it, they could see how difficult it is to remain the same perception.

Which leads them to now, with cradling your body in their arms after they had the entirety of Night Raven College under their control. Under their power, slumbering as peacefully as they can.

"... But if I know you, I know what you'll do," they whispered by your ear, pulling your body closer to them. "You'll love me at once, the way you did..."

"Once Upon a Dream."

And just like that, your body went limp, your rushed breaths becoming quiet. Coviello could only imagine what pleasant dreams you have under their spell as flowers bloomed, traversing to cover your eyes to keep them 'closed'.

Once Upon a Dream— a signature spell only they can wield, which renders whoever hears those words in a deep slumber. And the worst part?

All they need is a name of the recipient for it to work.

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yxstxrdrxxm · 6 months

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SYNOPSIS: They lost you years ago in Border Springs, but now, they have their second chance to get you back to them.

TW/S: Yandere behavior, major character death/s, delusional thinking/mindset, non-canon to original Coviello, train conductor! Coviello is insane here actually, gore, forced cannibalism of certain parts, drugs (heavily implied to be used), Sweet Dreams AU (plot is basically nonexistent because I thought of writing this as an imagines... At 1 AM lol. God help me), unreliable narrator (that's me)

NOTE: Please keep in mind that Coviello is not my oc, but my good friend, Mei (@zhongrin/@meimeimeirin)! I teased to her and a few others about this so I hope this is enough lol.

████████ didn't understood the concept of love.

Ever since they were a kid, they have never grasped the matter of love. They've red books about it, and even asked others their own views on the matter, but nothing stuck.

████████ didn't understand why... And it frustrated them.

Just what was it that made them lost? What is it about love that made people so pathetic over it?

Despite their grievances, things did change when they encountered you. Little 9 year old ████████, frustrated by the events that made them struggle to grasp emotions, had met someone that evoked and expressed them so seamlessly.

Their blue eyes caught sight of you.

You were a bit younger than them— maybe 2 years younger?— but ████████ couldn't help to think on approaching you first. You were folding a few papers while sitting under the shade, and they couldn't help but be curious.

"... Hey."

Your head moved over to look at them.

They look... A little dirty. But they're happy.

Why is that?

"Hm? What is it?"

...

"What are you doing?" ████████ couldn't help but ask, their eyes fixated on you folding the paper a few times.

They tilted their head when you laughed at their question, this time grabbing their sleeve to pull them down to sit beside you.

"I'm folding a paper crane! Mama taught me how!"

...

████████'s eyes softened. Your speech needed a bit of work, but they can let it slide. Not everyone can learn how to speak, let alone make cranes.

"Do you want me to teach you?"

"Huh?

It was their turn to be caught by surprise, just like how ████████ did to you.

"To make paper cranes, duh!" you said, giggling. "Do you wanna learn how?"

... It's not worth it.

".. alright. I guess that's fine."

There were certain days that Coviello cherished.

Despite having such a rough life, the conductor can still remember the sweet memories they had. That was the first time they remembered meeting you— the one that opened their stubborn mind to the world.

They couldn't help but wonder... Was it because they're drawn to you? Like a moth to a flame?

Or was it because, at the time, you were lonely?

Like me?

...

Tsk. They wouldn't be.

Still, Coviello reached over to brush at the worn paper, the crane still standing tall. They could even see the pencil written on it's wings. It was your chicken handwriting— they knew that well, since they've seen it so often when you were both kids— but it made them feel nostalgic.

Despite the words being smudged and faded, their eyes can still make out what was written from the dirtied, yellow paper:

[ H█p██ ██r██day ████████! — January 22, 20XX ]

The name of the recipient was smudged, but it was fine. They did the best they could to preserve it, but sometimes, there may be things that is inevitable.

And one such thing is how they were separated, torn from the one they cherished as their friend.

Recalling how it went, Coviello scoffed. They hated remembering it, for it felt like they didn't knew the truth behind the incident. So what if they hurt you? They reasoned that it was an accident— a fluke!

You even reasoned with them, so how—

The train's whistle cut off their thoughts.

Ah. We reached our stop.

Putting on their hat and uniform, they adjusted the vest and gloves, just so they'd look... Decent. Even if that won't change, they felt as though they needed to do it out of habit.

It's the only 'normal' they had.

"Ah, excuse me."

Coviello's eyes shifted when they noticed you dozing off. Although they were shocked to see you at first, they were pleased. Finally, you were here on the train, leaving Midport, too.

Although, you were tired... How strange. That's not good, mused the conductor.

"You seem tired," Coviello commented, putting on their familiar smile as they pulled out their pen and notepad. "Do you want me to get you anything?"

They watched you eye them carefully, seeing the cogs in your brain work as it tries to think if they were familiar to your memories before.

...

Alas, they could tell that you gave up on it, considering you gave them a sorry excuse of a smile and nodded.

"I'd like a cup of coffee, please," you told them, making them write down what you requested.

"Alright—"

"Huh? Is the conductor takin' drinks now?" hollered one voice. A man, Coviello presumed.

"Heyyy conductor! Can we get free drinks, too?"

Coviello's smile twitched for a second, but they turned to the man— ah, of course. They should've known that it would be a tourist... And a couple.

Hmph. They're married, judging by those rings.

"Of course. What would you like?" they asked, remaining that professional smile amidst the icy tone and stare.

Unperturbed by their subtle shift of attitude, the man laughed, amused at the thought. He turned to his newly married wife, a grin on his face.

"What do you want, babe?"

"Oh, I just want a sweet drink with lots of love, hehe!"

"Aww, you always say that. You're so cute, darling!"

"Noooo, you're cuter than me!"

...

Disgusting.

Coviello had tuned out of most of their... 'conversation', only nodding and taking notes when its necessary. They've dealt with annoyances like them in the past, but it was never to this degree.

Still, they wished it'd be done now. They have your drink to brew.

One that they would take their sweet time with, of course.

They knew that, morally speaking, they were in the wrong to have messed with your head like that. But what were they supposed to do?

The train conductor was a simple person. They only wanted one thing that'd make them happy, and they weren't one to ask for anything else. Hell, they never asked for anything to change— so as long they'd get to have it, of course.

They wanted their friend.

... Or, rather, the one who opened their eyes to the world.

Their friend had been the one that stuck by them, but even they couldn't help and think that they were too good for everyone else. Maybe even for them, too.

The irony of wanting something... And also pushing it away out of spite.

Such is the fault of humanity.

Though, during both of your separation, you've grown stronger. Wiser, even. You were naive back when they were your only friend as a child, but now in the train, you were cautious.

Coviello didn't knew if that is something they should praise you for, or to loathe, considering how difficult it has been just to get you to settle in place. Alas, they have to digress.

Walking past the empty halls of the train, they couldn't help but spare a glance to the windows. They were still the same as they saw it, but if one looked closely, they'd see some odd patches on the window panes and fabric, like it wasn't cleaned and got stuck.

They knew what that was.

Whoever can see it would understand that very well.

"... Hm? What's wrong?"

Coviello crouched down in front of the married woman, their eyes remaining dead as they were as they watched her quiver and shake. Gasping, they pushed themselves away from the conductor, the sight of the cup scaring them.

"Didn't you say you wanted a drink that is filled with love?"

Snatching the cup, they grabbed her chin and firmly kept it in place, stained gloves gripping on her head to turn her as they raised it.

Oh, they knew what they made. The contents inside it can scare someone, but not them.

"Drink it," they ordered, placing the thumb of their hand to part her lips. Placing the rim of the cup in her mouth, they could hear her choke out sobs.

"Drink it. You asked for it, didn't you?"

She couldn't shake her head when she could feel the crimson liquid stain her mouth, some spilling out at the sides and below, letting it stain her attire. It was even worse when Coviello tilted it higher, letting the eye slip in her mouth.

How unhygienic, mused Coviello. But that's alright.

They're quite used to cleaning things up themselves.

Shoving every last drop of the unholiest drinks known to man, they could hear the soft shuffling from outside. Pausing, they lowered the cup, their eyes darting from the doorway.

It was left ajar.

Coviello knew what that meant.

If there is something they're quite proud of, it'd be that they can always find you.

Wherever you are, whatever place you ended up in, Coviello always knows where to look first. In fact, it had been something they held their pride on, in a sick and twisted way.

It simply shows that even if you were separated from them, you'll always find yourself back in their arms, one way or another.

Still... Coviello couldn't deny that your escape was futile. It had been fueled by survival instincts, and they remembered just how fearful you got when they caught you.

They may enjoy your company, but they don't enjoy being abandoned without an explanation.

Stepping to the second cart, they checked one of the rooms inside to see if you were there. Their lips seem to stretch to a smile upon seeing that yes, you were.

Maybe they were harsh to have your legs be bound like a mermaid's tail, or to have you consume such a lethal drink from misbehaving the last time. Though, they ignored that now.

To them, they got what they wanted.

It's such a shame that no one will find out where they went, though. Especially to the ones who had received the kiss of death.

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