grandsummon: (i will do it -- without false hope.)
☙ YUNA. ([personal profile] grandsummon) wrote in [community profile] melodiesoflife2014-11-12 02:42 am

"i thought this would be easier somehow..."

Characters: (ou) Yuna, Eco (possibly Baralai!) & open threads welcome!
Where: Initially the hospital, then enroute to the residential district. Later house B-7 (closed thread).
When: Post Thirteen Moogles event
Summary: Finally returning to the house since the incident, Yuna has a lot to think about...
Warning: None.


         HOSPITAL STAY.
The next thing she knew, her face gently turned to hit the softness of a pillow. It was difficult at first, but eventually her eyes pried open, revealing a blurry world of light that she slowly blinked into focus.

"Where... Am I?" there was an ache in her head as Yuna tried her best to push herself up on the soft bed into a sitting position. With the motion, a sharp pain made itself known in her shoulder, causing a wince.

         OUTSIDE THE HOSPITAL + ENROUTE.
It had been Yuna's first time as a patient at the hospital. Momolumi had been at her side the whole time acting, as best he could, the role of nurse to his poor fallen heroine. But having spent nearly a week in recovery, she finally managed to convince him that she was well enough to go home. Not before she checked the schedule of course, knowing that she would be back at work before long.

The large influx of patients after the incident had left her convinced that she needed to get back at it as soon as possible. Shading herself from the brightness of the sun, she took in a deep breath, stepping forward, and feeling the best she had in awhile. Momolumi followed closely behind, spirits high.

With a bright smile, she made her way to the residential district, feeling renewed and nodding towards anyone she might have met along the way. To those she made eye contact with, familiar or not, she greeted with a cheerful, "Hello."

         HOUSE B-07. (closed to eco + baralai)
"Well, here we are," Yuna nodded in her moogle's direction as she approached the door. "Thank you for the escort, Momolumi," she joked, reaching forward and gently poking him in the stomach. "It has sort of become like home here by now hasn't it?" although she smiled as she mused aloud, though there seemed to be a sadness behind it as well.

With a small sigh, she reached forward, turning the knob and poking her head inside first. "Hello! I'm home..."
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[personal profile] travelingbard 2014-12-09 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
The blonde was happy to hear she was enjoying the meal he prepared. By the looks of it, she needed a meal. There was no need for him to hold off eating either, so he took a bite when she did. He was always content with his own cooking.

Her question was a bit surprising, but not uncalled for given the direction of their conversation. He paused for the moment, deciding on whether or not he wanted to tell her all of the truth. She seemed sincere, but out of his own paranoia, he would withhold the details anyway.

"Back on my world, I would travel abroad and share songs of true stories." In other words, he was bard. "There was a cabin in the woods I would rent from a kind elderly gentleman from time to time. It wasn't until several of suns ago that I found a noble whose song I wish to have and began to travel with him." His tone notably less cheerful than before. "Until Crystallis happened. My partnership with him was still new."

Ever since he abandoned his previous life, he typically lived and traveled alone.
Edited 2014-12-09 01:41 (UTC)
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[personal profile] travelingbard 2014-12-23 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Some of the things he was were quite remarkable. Mesmerizing at that. On the other hand, some of the things could warrant death just by being exposed to something the public has no business in knowing. Of course he wouldn't mention that sort of detail there was no need to alarm her, and as far as he was concerned, he wanted her to believe he was an all-around good person. Even if it'd be sugarcoated past reality.

"You traveled too?" He questioned with great interest. "I'm sure you have a great story worth sharing." If the belief of choosing people to become heroes, there had to be some standard, right?