Not my home

It was autumn, the leaves were starting to turn towards the colors of a warm fire. But unfortunately for a certain Red haired person, This day was not something they were looking forward to.

They were back to this place again. A mansion surrounded by the prickly thorns of the rose bushes, reminding them of a suffocating past. The bland, almost monochromatic coloring of the Victorian era building, with the Blood-Colored Roses the only thing that adds color to it. The lack of people, because the mansions maidens and butlers are....

An older woman was waiting in front of the entrance to the Hearts Mansion. Beside them, another figure with looks mirroring the Red haired one in all.

"Dearest me, you kept your mother waiting! I thought we agreed to have a feast for this glorious day~!"

Scarlet had stared into the others eye, mirroring it's smile. "Well, you can't rush science dearest Vermillion, and I thought that was the reason why you brought me out there~!!" Because that old hag usually hates having me around. Especially after that incident. Bitter, Bitter, Bitter old woman. 

"Hahah, Dearest me Scarl-- Oh Apologies you go by a different name now, what was it? Red? My how brave of you to even use our family's name for your little entourage" Vermillion chuckles, slowly evolving into a cynical laughter. "You have no shame it seems, what an utter disappointment you are. No wonder mother ended up creating--"

"Enough of this blabbering nonsense!" The older woman finally spoke. "If you're done having a conversation, You are welcomed to join me at dinner, both of you."

"Yes mother." Vermillion speaks.

"Certainly Ms. Red" Scarlet speaks.

As the old woman headed inside, Scarlet stares towards Vermillion's eyes. "Hm though, sometimes I want to marvel how long will you last?" They chuckled. "If it weren't for my existence made more public that day, I would have ended like the rest of us before, HAHAHA...."

Vermillion keeps up their smile and calm gesture. "Hopefully longer than you lasted here. I intend on driving forth mothers ambitions after all"

Scarlet wanted to laugh. Her visions are illogical. She's a fool driven by fathers absence and the madness that infects our families generations. We're born geniuses, but we're all flawed. Why else does our family dwell itself in the color of blood?

"I see" A simple answer. Mainly because Red wasn't intending on furthering their conversation, this entire place reeks of suffocation in their heart after all. "Well, les not keep her waiting now, shall we?"