🎶Campanula — The Campanula Melody — 神威がルネ

Kamui Galune(Megurine Galune /神威がルネ/巡音がルネ ) is MyOC 🏷️ Representative Flower Campanula 📚 Alternative Name Campanula 📖 Floriography Gratitude · Friendship · Humility · Constancy · Enduring Companionship 🎨 Design Concept The campanula’s delicate bell-shaped flowers reflect the final syllable of Galune’s name: Ne＝音（ね）, meaning sound, tone, or musical note. Her outfit can incorporate bell-shaped sleeves, layered petals, flowing ribbons, and ornaments that sway gently with her movements. These details express her lively and adventurous personality, as well as her talents in melody composition, voice imitation, and dance. 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The Campanula’s Gentle Reply Several mornings passed. Every day, Galune returned to the greenhouse before the sunlight had fully warmed the glass. She checked the moisture of the soil, moved aside any leaves blocking the light, and sometimes loosened the earth around the flower bed. At other times, she simply sat beside the bellflower in silence and continued the conversation she had left unfinished the day before. The narrow gap between its petals widened little by little beneath her patient care. On the second day, a hint of blue-violet appeared inside the tightly closed bud. On the third, the outer petals gradually began to loosen. By the fourth morning, it no longer seemed afraid of the sky. That day, Galune carried a small watering can in one hand and a pale violet ribbon in the other. When she pushed open the greenhouse’s white wooden door, the little silver bell hanging beside it rang softly. “Good morning,” she said. Yet after taking only a few steps along the stone path, she suddenly stopped. At the center of the circular flower bed, the bellflower had finally bloomed. Its petals unfolded gracefully downward, forming a perfect bell-shaped blossom. Its color was deeper than that of the flowers surrounding it. Rich violet gathered near the base of each petal, gradually fading into luminous blue along the edges. Morning dew rested inside the flower like tiny fragments of crystal, shimmering gently whenever the stem moved. For a moment, Galune could not say a word. Her blue right eye and violet left eye both reflected the flower before her. Then her entire expression brightened. “You did it.” She hurried toward the flower bed, but slowed down before reaching it, careful not to disturb the surrounding plants. She knelt beside the flower and clasped her hands near her chest. The two long strands of hair growing in front of her ears slipped over her shoulders and fell all the way to her waist. Her violet hair spread across her shoulders and skirt, its pink ends glowing softly in the sunlight. Even the ahoge on top of her head seemed to rise a little higher with excitement. The bellflower swayed gently. This time, there truly was a breeze. It entered the greenhouse through a half-open window near the roof and drifted tenderly through the flowers. One after another, the surrounding bellflowers began to move with it. It was as though hundreds of tiny bells were ringing together. Galune laughed. It was not the careful smile she often wore to convince others that she was fine. Her laughter was light and unguarded, floating freely through the warm morning air. “You really took your time,” she whispered. “But that’s all right.” She extended her hand and held her palm beneath the flower. The blossom hovered above it, though she did not actually touch the petals. “You bloomed when you were ready.” Behind her came the sound of the white wooden door opening. Galune turned around. Galuno stood in the doorway, one hand still resting on the door. His long violet hair fell past his waist, its pink-dyed ends moving gently in the breeze. The two long strands in front of his ears framed his face and reached his waist, while the curved ahoge above his head shifted softly with the air. His violet right eye and blue left eye first settled on Galune, then moved toward the newly opened bellflower. “So this is the one you kept talking about?” Galune stood and brushed a little soil from her skirt. “You remembered?” “You mentioned it every morning.” “I did not.” “You did.” Galune looked away, though the smile remained on her lips. Galuno walked to the flower bed and crouched beside her. He studied the small bellflower with an expression that was almost excessively serious. “It’s beautiful,” he said after a while. Galune blinked. She had expected him to tease her again. Instead, Galuno glanced at her and continued. “It looks much stronger than it did before.” Galune turned back toward the flower. “No,” she said softly. “I think it was always strong.” Galuno raised an eyebrow. “It simply needed more time before anyone could see it.” Her brother fell silent for a moment. Then he smiled. “That sounds like someone else I know.” Warmth rose into Galune’s cheeks. She lifted the watering can as though considering pouring it over his head. Galuno immediately stood up. “I was complimenting you.” “Then you should learn how to make compliments sound less suspicious.” “I’ll practice.” “You always say that.” The breeze passed through the greenhouse again. The newly opened bellflower swayed together with all the others. Its tightly closed petals no longer separated it from the rest. Yet blooming later had not made it any less beautiful. In fact, Galune thought that because everyone had waited for it, it was now even easier to notice. She took out the pale violet ribbon she had brought and carefully tied it around the small wooden marker beside the flower. Galuno watched her. “What is that for?” “So I’ll remember which one it is.” “You wouldn’t forget it without the ribbon.” “I know.” Galune gently smoothed the ribbon with her fingertips. “But now everyone else can remember it too.” The morning light slowly grew brighter until the entire greenhouse was filled with its soft glow. Every pane of glass reflected the clear sky, while the blue-violet flowers swayed gently in the breeze. Galune did not leave right away. She lifted the layers of her skirt and carefully stepped into the flower bed. Then she sat down among the blooming bellflowers. The pale violet, blue-purple, and soft white fabrics spread across the leaves and blossoms around her, making her look like another flower quietly in bloom. Her violet hair flowed down her back, its pink ends resting upon her skirt. The two long strands in front of her ears also fell to her waist, slipping gently forward as she lowered her head. From a small pouch at her side, she took out a delicate pair of gardening scissors. Galune did not touch the bellflower that had only just bloomed. Instead, she chose a small branch of fully opened flowers from a nearby cluster that was growing thick and healthy. “Let me borrow just one little branch,” she whispered, as though asking the flowers for permission. The scissors made a quiet snipping sound. A small branch of bellflowers fell into her palm. Galune placed the scissors beside her and carefully cupped the flowers in both hands. The blue-violet bell-shaped blossoms hung downward, with clear drops of dew still clinging to their edges and sparkling in the morning light. She gazed at them in silence for a long time. Galuno stood outside the flower bed and did not disturb her. “Are you going to take them back with you?” he asked at last. Galune gently shook her head. “I only wanted to look at them more closely.” She supported one of the bellflowers with the tip of her finger without touching its delicate petals. “So this is what it looks like after it blooms.” Her blue right eye and violet left eye both reflected the small flowers in her hands. The bellflower that had once refused to open still swayed at the center of the flower bed. Blooming later than the others had taken none of its beauty away. The small branch in Galune’s hands did not make any real sound either. Yet when the breeze passed over its petals, she felt as though she could hear a gentle reply. Galune sat among the flowers, looking down at the bellflowers in her hands with a peaceful and genuine smile. Only a few days earlier, that flower had barely managed to open a narrow gap between its petals. Now it faced the morning completely. Not because anyone had hurried it. Not because the other flowers had bloomed first. But because, in its own time, it had finally become ready to let the world see it. Just like Galune, sitting quietly among the flowers. 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 The fourth and fifth children of Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka Twin Markers: Kamui Twins (神威双子)/ Megurine Twins(巡音双子) Age: Kamui Galuno(Megurine Galuno /神威がルノ/巡音がルノ) : 13 Kamui Galune(Megurine Galune /神威がルネ/巡音がルネ ) : 12 神威がルノ/神威がルネ Birthday: Galuno: 12/31 Galune: 1/1 Gender: Galuno (Male) / Galune (Female) Hair Color / Style: Pink-purple long hair, reaching the waist Hair Note: Originally, both had identical hairstyles, but they were slightly modified so fans could distinguish them Eye Color: Galuno (Left purple, Right blue) / Galune (Left blue, Right purple) Personality: Galuno: Sunny, cheerful, outgoing, warm-hearted, occasionally mischievous Galune: Playful and lively, extroverted, adventurous, mischievous and spirited Skills: Guitar as main instrument Galuno: Rhythm and improvisation Galune: Melody composition, voice imitation, dance Likes / Traits: Enjoys interacting and playing small games together; often performs impromptu music shows Full Name / Stage Name: Kamui Galuno / Megurine Galuno ; Kamui Galune / Megurine Galune Name Meaning: Galuno: Father “Ga” + Mother “Lu” + “No”, symbolizes promise and hope Galune: Father “Ga” + Mother “Lu” + “Ne” → “Sound”, symbolizes music, sound, and melody Note: Megurine Luka gave birth to Galuno before New Year’s Eve and Galune after New Year’s Day. Although they are twins, their birth times follow the complete birth schedule determined by the doctor. The whole family of seven spent New Year’s Eve together in the hospital