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𝓼𝓽π“ͺ𝓻𝓼. ([personal profile] hobbitholmes) wrote in [community profile] synthneon2022-03-12 02:48 pm

Β· CALL ME OUT (SPRING) Β·

🌸 SPRING

That when you look in my eyes
I'm a rabbit in the headlights
And when you touch my skin
I'm a river in the MOONLIGHT

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β™₯ its gonna get super feelsy

[personal profile] heranswers 2022-09-10 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ venat's fond smile grows as rosa once more calls her by her true name. while hydaelyn is also her name--for they are one in the same--the small acknowledgement of the time before such things always brings a warmth to her heart. while rosa is not all that she once was before the final days? it is unmistakable that she is azem and that shines so very bright. beyond the pain and the torment that this particular life has given her.

her hand gently raises to rest on the shorter hair of the younger elezen. who else would she entrust the star to? venat had not picked azem on a whim, and therefore, picking any of the reflections of azem had not been on a whim. rosa's soul remains the same, while not whole, and thus it matters not how many lives she may live. she will always be azem. ]


You have ever been the one to leave impressions wherever you might go. I had thought that a trait for the Seat of Azem, and that opinion has not changed. After all, a champion of my own choosing would need to do the very same.

[ do not doubt yourself so.

her hand remains extended to the warrior of light if she is so inclined to hold it. ]


With the Final Days adverted by you and the hands of the Scions, I had wished to truly see our star. [ one last time, before she rests and is reborn. venat pauses to look at the city behind them. a part of her does wish to see it, but instead, she merely closes her eyes with the smile placed on her face. ] And a feeling so very distinct reached out to me. Who am I to leave my friend, protΓ©gΓ©, and Champion to her hurts after all that I have asked of her?

I believe it best that we do as you would wish, whatever wish that form may take. After all, you have granted the wishes of so many others.
Edited 2022-09-10 21:06 (UTC)
rose_of_fortemps: (rosa-001)

soooo many feels ;o;

[personal profile] rose_of_fortemps 2022-10-08 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 'tis passing strange to hear a variation of any kind on do not doubt yourself so from anyone, though she recognizes she should not be surprised to hear it from venat. the woman before her has ever had faith in her. even at her lowest, she felt hydaelyn's pull, her comfort and belief and a trust so full and strong it filled the void left in rosa's heart.

would that she could offer the same in return.

having been raised by someone so thoroughly invested in the political dance of nobility as her birth mother, rosa had crafted an emotional mask at an early age, behind which she always hides her true thoughts and feelings. if she does not allow them to show on her face, no one can use them against her. with most people, even now, that mask remains in place. not so now, not in front of this kind woman who has ever supported her. rosa's lower lip trembles and though she manages to smile through it, tears prick the edges of her eyes once more, gratitude swimming within their ice blue depths. a verbal response to the support does not come, words failing her in this moment, so rosa simply allows her eyes to speak for her.

as for the rest... ]


I suppose I was mourning a few things, [ she admits softly, her gaze drifting out towards the city as venat's does, taking in the vibrancy of the land and its people. ] You, for one, as I was not able to offer you a proper farewell last we met. But if you have time now, perhaps...

[ venat is, after all, an ancient, immortal by rosa's understanding, and if she is not quite ready to return to the star and her final rest, then rosa will not deny her company. her eyes slide closed for a moment as she considers, her lungs slowly and deeply expanding to breathe in the smell of salt and calm in the air. all is as it should be. ]

The hour is still early, [ she muses, eyes opening as she returns her attention back to venat. deciding what she wants and asking for it is still something she struggles with, but in this moment she takes it for the direction and care that it is, giving the question due consideration before she answers. ] The only thing I've done so far is have a pastry and a cup of tea from the Last Stand. I should at least return the cup. Would you like to try something while there? If not, I could procure some ingredients from the market and make us something myself. [ the only thing her mother had bestowed upon her that rosa appreciates and still uses is her love of cooking. feeding people is one way she shows her affection for others, be it through her own cooking or buying it elsewhere. ] Or we could simply take a stroll. I had thought to be alone with my thoughts until I return to Mor Dhona, but having you here one last time is a blessing I will not lose.