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melodiesoflife2017-02-26 10:18 am
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Entry tags:
"it would be so easy..."
Characters Yuna & OPEN.
Where Various (see prompts!)
When Loosely dated catch-all for February, backdate as needed!
Summary Calamity encounter, Doing the rounds and A Fiery Date Night
Warnings n/a
Note: Action or prose, anything goes! I'll match you. c:
LAST ROUNDS.
A SUMMONER'S CALAMITY.
CRÈME DE LA CHROM. (locked to chrom)
Where Various (see prompts!)
When Loosely dated catch-all for February, backdate as needed!
Summary Calamity encounter, Doing the rounds and A Fiery Date Night
Warnings n/a
Note: Action or prose, anything goes! I'll match you. c:
LAST ROUNDS.
Today, she'd brought flowers. As the months and years had gone by, the crystallization wing of the hospital felt more and more like a memorial. It was carnations that she laid at the feet of both Vaan and Tidus, stepping back and sliently speaking to one and then the other, feeling as though this time she really was saying goodbye.
But instead, the words she sounded were, "I miss you..."
A SUMMONER'S CALAMITY.
It was time. She had put this off for too long, fearing what the shadow of herself might reveal, the things it might say to those that she cared about... which is why she told no one about the encounter. She had wanted to do this alone, wanted to keep those few terrible secrets to herself so that no one would look at her differently if they knew...
When the calamity Yuna appeared as she stepped inside the room, it took a few moments of silence before the other finally opened her eyes, and although they were both purple, the one on the right seemed to have a distinct red hue to it.
The summoner's grip on her father's staff tightened, as her mirror did the same with a rod she had never seen before... the legendary Nirvana.
"W͕̩̠̺͚͚̹h̹̣a͙̥̺̼̝t̳̣̰̠͟ ̧I͔͔͈̜͞ ̙̩̼͖̻͕d̜͖o͖̙̰͓,̳̥͙̹ I̘͇̦̹̥͙͖ ̡̟̺̞̦̪̼̫d̢o̹̭͇ ̘̥͉͉͟w͇̝i̸̻th̴̼̜͙̩ ̸̘no̕ ̝̠̘̤̹͈͡r̴̯ȩ̖g̳̟̟̬̺̣͘r̠̰͙̳ͅe͙̩͉̳̜̺͔t̘̤͇̲͚͇s͇͘.̱̠̙̙͖͙̱.̴̺̥͍͕.͙ T͏͚̤͈̟͔h̖̤͙́a͓̩ͅt̯̣̰͇̝͇͚͡'̘̟ͅs̜͇ ̣̠͈̭̲a̮̲͈̙̯̜̩l̘͍̜̪͓͘ͅw̛̥̩̖a̱̙̺̰͓̫y͔̞͉͈̖̠͈͡s̲̥͈̮ ̪̠̳̺̠́b̹͓͟ḙe̬̫͈̪̠̻n̪͔̮͉͜ ͈͔̝͓ẁ̰̟̪̙̟̣h̝̙a͙̝t̟̹̙̖͓ ̷̰y̲͚͙̯̹̞̭o̮̫̘̱u̻̲ ͍̖͇͉̼̤̤ẃ͍̞̯̹̬a̶̖̩̩͉ǹ͓͓͕̞͔t҉̫ ̣͚t̼̬̥̩̭ͅh̗̥̤̹͟e͚m͇̠ ͇̬͔̜to̶̞̯̱͉͕̬̼ ̪b̘͈̞͜è̗͉̱̗l̵i̫̘̺̪̰͖̳e̬v҉͓̪e͈̼͔̬̣,͓̝̪͎͘ ̯̝̠̣͚̗ͅi̠̰̜͎̥s̱̀n̫̪̠'͕̮͞t̠̹̪̭͖̪̠ ̨̫̗͇̣̳͉̬i̶͉̫̫̗͍t̢̞̜̼͇͕͖͚?̫̹"
CRÈME DE LA CHROM. (locked to chrom)
At first, it had been a little awkward. What was she to say? Was she talking too much? Too little? What should she do with her hands? But as the meal went on it became increasingly obvious that... this was just Chrom, a friend, a confidante... and always someone she had felt she could be herself with. As the time passed between them, along with the delicious food, Yuna had relaxed significantly, even braving to crack a small joke here and there about the going-ons in Crystallis.
It felt... really good, actually.
"Um," she started after a brief silence, "I wanted to thank you. This is... the first time in awhile I've been able to relax. It's... nice." And there was a genuine smile to go with the statement, as a moogle server came to collect some of the dishes.