# 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 — black holes aren ' t spectacular , nor are they fierce . they ' re soundless . like a lone , forlorn gaze watching over you & me . . . & then gently , they consume EVERYTHING— bestowing a frigid , silent embrace .
─────────────────── dusk's rain ; it , too , shall 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 .
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your 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 need to BLEED ; through the 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 of your soul !
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im so happy i caught this on recording. a friend wanted to watch me pull, but was afk. cheers to struggling until the VERY END! ( started at 65 pity, that's c4 jean, her best const, over a YEAR later. i was waiting so long for it since it provides anemo res shred )
❛ well, getting there is one thing. getting back's the problem. ❜ -Kiana
it is indeed a rather long traipse. going downhill is simple enough, but the walk uphill is going to be tedious, especially with the rain. nevertheless, the objective is down there and the two girls are still up here, staring at it contemplatively, like it's going to get any easier. so acheron merely shrugs.
❝ well, let's press forward. best to simply get it over with. ❞ she turns her gaze to her white - haired friend, offering her the red bamboo umbrella she carries around from her homeland. ❝ if your legs get tired on the return route, i can carry you on my back. ❞ she says this like it'll be nothing to do so. which it won't. not for her.
❝ remember, it's wet and easy to lose your footing. no running ahead, and be careful not to fall. ❞
❛ i'm so excited for the holidays already! ❜
❛ winter is my favorite season of the year. everything looks just so pretty. ❜
❛ you look like you're freezing. come on, let's warm up inside. ❜
❛ eat this, it's a new cookie recipe i've tried. ❜
❛ you have snowflakes in your hair. ❜
❛ let's just stay in, light a fire and watch some movies. ❜
❛ the holidays aren't so bad with you around. ❜
❛ isn't it a little bit early to start decorating already? ❜
❛ i'll be going home for the holidays ... do you want to come with me? ❜
❛ i've never seen snow before. ❜
❛ i know it's a little early but i figured i'd give you your present already. ❜
❛ here, you can have my scarf. ❜
❛ you've never been ice skating before? ❜
❛ if i'm slipping, i'm totally blaming you. ❜
❛ do you have any plans for the holidays? ❜
❛ i've prepared some hot chocolate / eggnog / mulled wine if you want to come in. ❜
❛ we should give our snowman a name. ❜
❛ are there any traditions you have for the holidays? ❜
❛ i can't wait for it to be summer again ... ❜
❛ want to go gift shopping with me? ❜
[ mistletoe ] sender and receiver standing under a mistletoe together
[ cocoa ] sender bringing receiver a mug of hot chocolate
[ skating ] sender and receiver going ice skating
[ snow angel ] sender and receiver making snow angels and having fun in the snow together
[ fireplace ] sender and receiver cuddling up in front of a fireplace
[ decorations ] sender and receiver decorate for the holidays together
[ cookies ] sender and receiver bake some cookies together
[ presents ] sender giving receiver their holiday present(s)
[ snowball ] sender throws a snowball at receiver
[ lights ] sender and receiver admire the lights together
[ tree ] sender and receiver pick out a christmas tree
[ secret santa ] receiver has to buy a secret santa gift for receiver
[ snowed in ] sender and receiver are snowed in together
[ sledding ] sender and receiver go sledding
[ traditions ] sender and receiver celebrate christmas / hanukkah together
[ snowman ] sender and receiver building a snowman
[ gingerbread ] sender and receiver make and decorate a gingerbread house
[ skiing ] sender and receiver go skiing
[ music ] sender catching receiver singing and dancing to christmas songs
[ caroling ] sender asking receiver to go caroling with them
❛ everything that happens stays inside you ... even if you can't remember it. ❜ There's a thoughtful pause as he contemplates it. For the witnessed obsessions over memory, of what's 'clear' before the eyes, didn't this wayfaring swordsman have a different perspective of undeniable truth?
Somehow, it was relieving to Caelus. It was enough to prompt a hint of a smile.
"You have a helluva heart. Somehow, you might be the one who truly doesn't forget things the most of all."
it's not really that she ' forgets ' things in the conventional sense, per se.
it's really NIHILITY , gnawing away at her mortal brain as she is consumed by the path she walks, which means that moments of true clarity are as fleeting as the dawn's dew, and really only come about when she has her hand on the hilt of her sword and unsheathes it. however, given that with each draw of her blade her shrinking lifespan shortens further, she only does such when absolutely necessary. much remains unfinished.
and perhaps she sometimes doesn't want to remember the things she's seen. the things she's done. but then again, how could she possibly forget what led her down this way in the first place? the ruination of her home planet by the nothingness, and the elimination of all those she cared about and held dear. the lives she's taken, the tears she's shed. surviving it all, just to have her corporeal self give way to petals; the candle of ' life ' burning steadfastly at both ends, destined to be swept into the void like all else.
so, no. she can't forget. she owes them that much. fact is fact, and will remain as such even if not on one's cognition at the present moment.
❝ . . . thank you, caelus. ❞ a brief moment of silence before she responds. the young nameless has enough to worry about— he doesn't need to know the semantics of what truly made her this way any more than he already does. and perhaps he already has gathered more than she thinks; he has proven himself to be astute and quite wise time and time again. plus, he's got the aid of that memokeeper. he's witnessed that side, yet still remains her friend . . .
thusly, acheron accepts the compliment from one forgetful person to another with the tiniest of smiles. ❝ your heart is something special as well. ❞ amethyst hues raise to meet his. ❝ if i may ever be of assistance to you, i trust you will let me know. ❞ from one friend to another.
ah, fun. when was the last time that the swordswoman had even so much as heard that word? and for good reason— it would be UNFAIR to those who've passed on if she spent her days in enjoyment. ' fun ' is not a privilege she affords herself, preferring to be in contemplative solitude on the regular.
. . . however, merlyn is a kind soul. the two haven't known one another long, but acheron has gathered this. they are well - intentioned, and the nyx - haired wanderer figures that she can at least afford her new friend the courtesy of meeting them halfway. thus she surrenders with a barely audible exhale, her lashes fluttering closed as she uncrosses her arms.