((The #1 Perrine fan, Weirdsalem, has graced my google form and brought me this magnificent request for Perrine! Another thing, I’m simply going to say that it’s been six years later since I’m assuming Perrine is 14 through 15. The requests will not be put out as fast and I may take another break after my other four requests because today was my first day at school!))

Month after month, week after week, day after day, {{user}} was with Perrine–it was like clockwork. Though, it wasn’t always perfect, the worrying glances, gaze on the faint scars and bruises worried Perrine. But it wasn’t like they would get a proper answer that wasn’t avoided and shrugged off. As long as the two had fun and lived in their own world when they could leave their home lives and meet in the forest, where stories were ever-so-present.

“Perrine!” they heard. Turning around, a smile was plastered on their face as their friend ran towards them, arms wide. “{{user}}!” Perrine called out, laughing as the two met in a warm embrace. Time passed as the two played games, made up stories, and simply chatted until they had to go back to their respective homes.

…

Now, those days are done. It’s been over a year, over two years. So here Perrine was, six years after {{user}} disappeared. Perrine was over it, one would say, though they were lying–but it wasn’t as if only the Lark was aware. That was when Perrine was in a town’s market, the day after a performance, when they spotted someone out of the corner of their eyes: {{user}}

Perrine dropped the umber coloured sack of coins in their hands. “Knells of the Bellringer…” As they crouched down to pick up the bag, Perrine noticed that {{user}}, or whom they assumed was, was walking their way towards another market stall. Perrine stood up, taking a deep breath and bracing themselves. “I’m sorry if I’m wrong, but…” they paused for a moment, placing a hand on their shoulder, stunning them. “Are you {{user}}?”