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Cyfrin gives to Marcellina

by vampricone6783


*This story is underneath my folder titled “Ferrin’s Circus”. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*



Though they had all passed on, Cyfrin’s form was still that of a clown, and Marcellina was that of a bleeding, pale ghost girl.

His angel wings were a light pink, to match his form, and Marcellina’s wings were of a gentle white, to match hers.

Cyfrin bent down in the flower field of Heaven and picked a few flowers for Marcellina. They had been through their ups and downs, but finally, they could have some time for themselves.

With the bouquet of wildflowers, Cyfrin walked up to Marcellina.

…………………………………………………..

“Marcellina,” Cyfrin began.

Marcellina looked up from where she sat with the wildflowers, her blank eyes holding a hint of curiosity.

“Marcellina, you’ve been so kind and open-hearted to me. You never wanted to hurt a soul, you lived with a great, stabbing pain in your heart all throughout your life. All you ever did was want to escape and live a better life. I’m sorry that this never happened to you or any of us, but at least we’re here now.” Cyfrin said.

He handed the flowers to Marcellina, who accepted them graciously.

“You can put these flowers on the blood-ridden holes on your skin, to bring beauty to the bruises. If not, then that’s fine. Do whatever makes you happy. I love you, Marcellina. More than a friend would. But don’t feel like you should love me the same way. I can stay, even as a friend.” Cyfrin said.

He did it. He actually did it. He confessed his true feelings to her. He opened his heart to her.

Marcellina grinned, her rotten, half-decaying teeth holding the sweetest of all smiles. She placed the flowers on the grass, her eyes glistening with tears, and then-

She embraced Cyfrin, her bloody lips joining his own, the stench of death combined with the smell of blooming flowers.

She let go, only for a brief second, to say:

“Even in death, I still love you.”

And so nothing could break them apart.


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Oooh, I spy another amazing story!! This one is super short, but awesome! Let's get right into the review :D

Though they had all passed on, Cyfrin’s form was still that of a clown, and Marcellina was that of a bleeding, pale ghost girl.


WOW! That is a really great hook sentence. Starting by saying that they all dies is a great way to get the readers attention, right from the very start.

“Marcellina, you’ve been so kind and open-hearted to me. You never wanted to hurt a soul, you lived with a great, stabbing pain in your heart all throughout your life. All you ever did was want to escape and live a better life. I’m sorry that this never happened to you or any of us, but at least we’re here now.” Cyfrin said.

He handed the flowers to Marcellina, who accepted them graciously.


What an amazing job you do here. The name Marcellina is, once again, a beautiful name that you include in your story. You are very vivid with the stabbing heart words. I love how you use words to describe these physical sensations. You combine these sensory feelings with emotions very well. This allows me to more accurately experience what these characters are feeling. Great work! And also, this part if just so sweet. I love how she accepts the flowers from him.

And what a gorgeous ending!

She let go, only for a brief second, to say:

“Even in death, I still love you.”

And so nothing could break them apart.


Even. in death, I still love you, that is BEAUTIFUL T-T I love this. The love is so wonderful in this one. I like how you take these different horror like aspects and bring alive such a beautiful story. Overall, lovely work!! Keep on writing!!

Your friend,
Ellie

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Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!

First Impression: I think this is a lovely little tale, another one of those rare wholesome moments and I think this is especially wholesome given those extra circumstances that are surrounding it. You've done really well bringing that to life here.

Anyway let's get right to it,

Though they had all passed on, Cyfrin’s form was still that of a clown, and Marcellina was that of a bleeding, pale ghost girl.

His angel wings were a light pink, to match his form, and Marcellina’s wings were of a gentle white, to match hers.

Cyfrin bent down in the flower field of Heaven and picked a few flowers for Marcellina. They had been through their ups and downs, but finally, they could have some time for themselves.

With the bouquet of wildflowers, Cyfrin walked up to Marcellina.


Oooh this is quite the start here. Rather serene and just a very gentle vibe all around. It sets a lovely tone and you really do get the feeling of two people who've been fighting for quite a long time now finally able to get some well deserved rest.

“Marcellina,” Cyfrin began.

Marcellina looked up from where she sat with the wildflowers, her blank eyes holding a hint of curiosity.

“Marcellina, you’ve been so kind and open-hearted to me. You never wanted to hurt a soul, you lived with a great, stabbing pain in your heart all throughout your life. All you ever did was want to escape and live a better life. I’m sorry that this never happened to you or any of us, but at least we’re here now.” Cyfrin said.

He handed the flowers to Marcellina, who accepted them graciously.


Ooooh well that was a beautiful message. I do love how much meaning is hidden in there too. You can really feel just how heartfelt it is and at the same time you get a good idea of exactly what it is that these two have gone through here.

“You can put these flowers on the blood-ridden holes on your skin, to bring beauty to the bruises. If not, then that’s fine. Do whatever makes you happy. I love you, Marcellina. More than a friend would. But don’t feel like you should love me the same way. I can stay, even as a friend.” Cyfrin said.

He did it. He actually did it. He confessed his true feelings to her. He opened his heart to her.

Marcellina grinned, her rotten, half-decaying teeth holding the sweetest of all smiles. She placed the flowers on the grass, her eyes glistening with tears, and then-


Well things have somehow gotten even sweeter even as we start to see just a little bit more of the horror side of things regarding these two here. I think that's really well done, bringing across exactly who they are and the reality of that while still making a very sweet and loving scene.

She embraced Cyfrin, her bloody lips joining his own, the stench of death combined with the smell of blooming flowers.

She let go, only for a brief second, to say:

“Even in death, I still love you.”

And so nothing could break them apart.


Ahhh that's a beautiful end to proceedings there. I think you've done amazing here in terms of bringing it all to life and showcasing this beautiful relationship that these two share despite the circumstances that they find themselves in.

Aaaaand that's it for this one.

Overall: Overall this was a lovely read. I always find myself amazed a the emotions you manage to pack into situations that seem entirely too horrifying for them to exist in and this one is no different.

As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.

Stay Safe
Kate




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Inferno says...



Hello fellow writer!
Awww... *blinks tears out of eyes* They are the cutest dead couple in the history of dead couples! This was such a nice story. Well done! This part really touched me:

Marcellina grinned, her rotten, half-decaying teeth holding the sweetest of all smiles. She placed the flowers on the grass, her eyes glistening with tears, and then-

She embraced Cyfrin, her bloody lips joining his own, the stench of death combined with the smell of blooming flowers.

She let go, only for a brief second, to say:

“Even in death, I still love you.”

And so nothing could break them apart.


All in all, this was a beautiful story! Good job.





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