[ she goes easily, pulled into his arms as one might do a doll. immediately she curls herself into him gripping onto his shirt as though it was the only thing keeping her from being swept away by the waves.
distantly she can't help but notice how human he is in this moment. how her own anguish is reflected back at her, as he presses their foreheads together. furina inhales shakily, catching his gaze with her own. ]
Furina. I am Furina. [ free to be and do whatever she wants -- is she still that with the weight on divinity etched into her bones? ]
[Distantly he thinks, did this have anything to do with the gift Kaisou had given him, on his chosen birthday, left on his bedside like a trinket, now tucked into his drawers, under bedclothes he never used: the lightless Hydro Gnosis, which he had personally seen into the Knave's hands.]
Are you? [Neuvillette draws back, but only enough so he could look at her. It made no difference; that divinity shone through, like light dappled through water. He can't not see Her. They were one and the same.] I watched you die by a blade wrought by your own hand. I had already known the cruelty of Celestia's children but you made me watch.
[ she smiles despite herself the memory flashing before her very eyes as he speaks. the blade above her head (her head, focalors' head) as her plan is laid out plain. five hundred years of work to return what was always rightfully his.
how cruel of her to make him watch her execution, how cruel of her to demand that he bear witness to the destruction of the divine. ]
Those memories are like a hazy dream I cannot forget. [ and it hangs heavy around her neck. ] Like a movie playing out again and again in my head. She may have wanted you to bear witness to the final curtain call, but I...
I don't want to be her, Neuvillette. I want to be Furina, I want to live as I have, I don't want to lose everything that I have. [ her grip on his shirt tightens, her head dropping just enough to obscure her face. ]
You will not lose anything. If I have to remind you every minute of every hour of every day of who you are then I will do so.
[Maybe she'll miss the dark, possessive look in his eyes, but she probably won't miss the way he cages an arm around her shoulders, tucking her against him. He'll have to start looking into the circumstances of her restoration; have to go through what other gifts this city has bestowed. She is part of his hoard and dragons are greedy, protective creatures.]
I will not lose you, as you are, Furina. I will not allow it.
You will stay by my side then? You won't leave me?
[ of course he won't, he stood by her side for so many years and did his best to support her even as she fled for him. still the fear sits on the edge of her mind, as if the divinity settling deep within her is some sort of stain or corruption. a silly and stupid fear that is made even worse when she thinks what she is going to tell wriothesley once morning comes.
she may have missed the dark, possessive look in his eyes, but the way he cages her in and tucks her against him is not lost on her. it is welcomed more than she can possibly express, burying herself against him as much as she can. ]
Solitude would be something you will decide on your own terms, not imposed on you.
[Five centuries is a very long time to be with someone - enough for him to know that he would always want a place by her side, human or divinity or anything in between. Unfortunately he isn't exactly sure how to say this in a Nice and Reasonable Manner, because he is very ??????? at the enormity of this realization, having only known when she'd left the Palais.
He lifts a hand, to stoke her hair, tucking her head under his chin.]
You already know what I was like - what I am like. You have me for as long as you want. What you are does not matter. [He makes an amused sound.] You would filch my share of confectionery all the same.
[ it is like water rushing from a burst dam, the relief that washes over her, sudden and all encompassing. briefly she forgets how to breathe and lets out a long, trembling exhale as all the tension bleeds from her limbs.
'you have me as long as you want. what you are does not matter.' it is hard to put into words how much it means to hear that, how quickly to eases the fears running rampant in her head. somewhere in the back of her mind she already knew and chided herself for her doubts. no matter the world or life, neuvillette will always be neuvillette. her closest ally, her dearest iudex, her sweet dragon.
slowly, slowly the trembling leaves her and her breathing begins to even out. ]
Forever, then. [ she does not want a world where he is not by her side. if she is doomed to live out her days in this city, better it be at his side (at wriothesley's side) than alone. ] And you buy too much and it is waste to leave such sweets uneaten.
That much sugar is not good for you. Feed it to Wriothesley.
[There's no heat behind it, though, as he pets around for one of the blankets (He has about five scrunched up on the couch.. One of them has cartoon otters on it.) to drape over her shoulders. This is to distract from the inane urge to ask her to marry him.]
This city gifted me the inert Hydro Gnosis on the day of my birth.
Well if you won't savour them with me, I might just have too.
[ it goes without saying that she would regardless, with how close they have gotten since their arrival here. she is relieved for the blanket he drapes over her shoulders, relieved that he isn't trying to shuffle her back to her own bed. there is no way she'd be able to sleep if she went back now, anyway.
she'd much rather be here, enclosed in neuvillette's warmth where it is safe and the world makes just a little bit of sense. ]
Oh, it did? [ leaning back she tries to get a good look at his face, her eyes a little red and puffy from tears. ] I wonder why, it is of little use now.
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distantly she can't help but notice how human he is in this moment. how her own anguish is reflected back at her, as he presses their foreheads together. furina inhales shakily, catching his gaze with her own. ]
Furina. I am Furina. [ free to be and do whatever she wants -- is she still that with the weight on divinity etched into her bones? ]
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Are you? [Neuvillette draws back, but only enough so he could look at her. It made no difference; that divinity shone through, like light dappled through water. He can't not see Her. They were one and the same.] I watched you die by a blade wrought by your own hand. I had already known the cruelty of Celestia's children but you made me watch.
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how cruel of her to make him watch her execution, how cruel of her to demand that he bear witness to the destruction of the divine. ]
Those memories are like a hazy dream I cannot forget. [ and it hangs heavy around her neck. ] Like a movie playing out again and again in my head. She may have wanted you to bear witness to the final curtain call, but I...
I don't want to be her, Neuvillette. I want to be Furina, I want to live as I have, I don't want to lose everything that I have. [ her grip on his shirt tightens, her head dropping just enough to obscure her face. ]
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[Maybe she'll miss the dark, possessive look in his eyes, but she probably won't miss the way he cages an arm around her shoulders, tucking her against him. He'll have to start looking into the circumstances of her restoration; have to go through what other gifts this city has bestowed. She is part of his hoard and dragons are greedy, protective creatures.]
I will not lose you, as you are, Furina. I will not allow it.
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[ of course he won't, he stood by her side for so many years and did his best to support her even as she fled for him. still the fear sits on the edge of her mind, as if the divinity settling deep within her is some sort of stain or corruption. a silly and stupid fear that is made even worse when she thinks what she is going to tell wriothesley once morning comes.
she may have missed the dark, possessive look in his eyes, but the way he cages her in and tucks her against him is not lost on her. it is welcomed more than she can possibly express, burying herself against him as much as she can. ]
I don't want to be alone again.
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[Five centuries is a very long time to be with someone - enough for him to know that he would always want a place by her side, human or divinity or anything in between. Unfortunately he isn't exactly sure how to say this in a Nice and Reasonable Manner, because he is very ??????? at the enormity of this realization, having only known when she'd left the Palais.
He lifts a hand, to stoke her hair, tucking her head under his chin.]
You already know what I was like - what I am like. You have me for as long as you want. What you are does not matter. [He makes an amused sound.] You would filch my share of confectionery all the same.
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'you have me as long as you want. what you are does not matter.' it is hard to put into words how much it means to hear that, how quickly to eases the fears running rampant in her head. somewhere in the back of her mind she already knew and chided herself for her doubts. no matter the world or life, neuvillette will always be neuvillette. her closest ally, her dearest iudex, her sweet dragon.
slowly, slowly the trembling leaves her and her breathing begins to even out. ]
Forever, then. [ she does not want a world where he is not by her side. if she is doomed to live out her days in this city, better it be at his side (at wriothesley's side) than alone. ] And you buy too much and it is waste to leave such sweets uneaten.
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[There's no heat behind it, though, as he pets around for one of the blankets (He has about five scrunched up on the couch.. One of them has cartoon otters on it.) to drape over her shoulders. This is to distract from the inane urge to ask her to marry him.]
This city gifted me the inert Hydro Gnosis on the day of my birth.
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[ it goes without saying that she would regardless, with how close they have gotten since their arrival here. she is relieved for the blanket he drapes over her shoulders, relieved that he isn't trying to shuffle her back to her own bed. there is no way she'd be able to sleep if she went back now, anyway.
she'd much rather be here, enclosed in neuvillette's warmth where it is safe and the world makes just a little bit of sense. ]
Oh, it did? [ leaning back she tries to get a good look at his face, her eyes a little red and puffy from tears. ] I wonder why, it is of little use now.