Bygone era

Affiliated Eden with Gnostic Hymns.

[cabernetsauvignor]

Numbered 4 of the Thirteen Flame chasers. Eden from Honkai Impact 3rd. Penned by Mar. Interview | Dossier | Mun

Portrayal notes:

Eden is written as her appearance in Previous Era, so this is not her Elysian Realm simulation. She will not know anyone she would not normally have known in Previous Era. Nor will she have any further insight to events that were not made known to her, or did not yet transpire. Though not physically dead (anymore), Eden will be interacting with other characters under the assumption that she has in fact succeeded in leaving her life in the Previous Era.

Eden's writing will generally have themes and mentions of alcohol consumption. Sometimes, there may be implications of heavy drinking or substance abuse. If these subjects don't agree with you, please let me know before threading with me, so they can be avoided. For anything stronger than alcohol mention, I'll tag #tw alcohol .

Though generally flirtatious when showing affection, Eden is not looking for a concrete relationship. That being said, some middle ground is absolutely not out of the question. Would love to talk about it.

[cabernetsauvignor]

Even if your face has more wrinkles now, it's okay

Aponia & Eden

[disciplineswrath]

Aponia wasn't doing much, she had some plans but taking the time to relax was essentially. So when someone sneaked up behind her- her eyes widened and she was ready to protest. However that familiar voice spoke up, and Aponia relaxed.

Eden was different, she always had a way with her words. Aponia and her were close, closer than the rest of Flame-Chasers were.

But the memories made her tense up again, she couldn't tell if this was real or not. "Eden" Aponia mumbles, feeling the love that the red head was willing to express. She gently leads the other woman carefully, not wanting to hurt her feelings. "It is good to see you again." Aponia spoke with a delicate tone, she was careful, just in case.

"I would love to catch up with you" She said, tucking some of the hair out of her face. "Would you like to go to a cafe perhaps? I wouldnt having a nice drink."

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"Oh, yes! That sounds darling."

"I'm afraid I don't have much to catch up about," she muses. "I simply woke up here, among the clouds. I knew some of our Flame Chasers are about, but..." She casts Aponia a sidelong glance, mournful but delighted.

I didn't dare hope. The words never come, though, her breath drifting off into the breeze. Seeing anyone from her past life had been extra special, but Aponia was almost a tier above the rest. Not that Eden would have special preference for anyone at MOTH; Aponia was simply far more agreeable than most. Whereas Eden could fill a room, her companion was a quiet contrast, and for this she found her company perfectly complementary. Eden hooks her hand under the woman's elbow, requesting her physically, entwining up her arm.

She motions them towards a nearby cafe, and the pleasant coffee aroma invites them inside.

"How are you finding things, here, in this time? Do you miss anything? Anyone?"

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Brave Shine

Topaz & Eden

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The diva tips her head to the side. The painted blues and whites swirl and warp, first counterclockwise, then more erratic, changing tempo frequently, keeping up the notion of a snowstorm. Nope— it doesn't seem to make more sense at a 45º angle.

But that's all well and good, Eden muses. Art isn't a problem to be solved, and she's happy to train her eye on it for some time... or, help train the eye of others.

Belobog's administrative district had been perfect for a sightseeing vacation, and though she travels alone, Eden relishes in the opportunity. Waking up to admire the architecture, the icy lights, and the city teeming with life, it all feels like some sort of prize she does not deserve. She's checked her alcohol at the door, but for now, she does not miss it. At least, so long as she can have a little company...

A passing museum attendant springs her trap. "Excuse me, can you show me to your favorite exhibit?" she pleas, already taking the young woman by the arm. "I'm Eden. It's a pleasure."

@stonepaz !

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Even if your face has more wrinkles now, it's okay

Aponia & Eden

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She doesn't wait for her recognition to kick in.

Her feet don't pick up at a sprint, nor does she seem to rush, but there is a warm hurry in the way that Eden moves towards Aponia. She barely outstretches her arms before they wrap themselves around Aponia's back, cradling her friend has she would a priceless sculpture. And Aponia is art, to her, as any woman is— ethereal and magnificent, a treasure to share their presence with. Eden's floral scent pours over her, enveloping her, plunging in over her shoulder, nocking her chin in the crook of her neck.

"It's truly a wonder," Eden marvels, her breath tickling Aponia's skin. "Welcome home."

She unhooks herself after a beat, a languid smile playing on berry lip-gloss, before diving back in for a kiss on either cheek. It does little to dispell lingering grief that she can't help in her gaze, whenever she looks to Aponia's eyes. Maybe another kiss would help...

"Come? Let's catch up, dear Aponia. Death clearly doesn't take for people like us."

@disciplineswrath !

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To catch a thief

Kevin & Eden

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"Oh, how romantic~ " Eden coos, gliding over the cobblestones of the underworld. "Stealing a beautiful flower, and being assigned as constables? It's all so dramatic."

She doesn't truly mean to sing her words, but well, she can hardly help it given the nature of their inquiry. A layperson may not understand the importance of their endeavor, but Eden has been utterly taken with it; after all, when would she be given assignment after a pretty flower? Of all people, she's happy to appreciate the dedication to beauty, and the import of maintaining its value. Plus, what better time to catch up with one of her dear Flame-Chasers, than on some whimsical flower-chase?

She giggles. Of course the figures of legend would be attracted to a fairy-tale adventure like this. Like MOTHs to a flame, or perhaps MANTIS's to an... insect? She supposes that those bugs are probably not attracted to flower to help in her analogy after all.

Keen ears perk up to a quiet voice. Her gait comes to a halt, and Eden peers around the gloomy street for the source. A particularly dark alley seems to be a perfect hiding place...

Golden eyes sparkle warmly. "Ah, what do you have there, little one?"

She gestures to Kevin while keeping a steady gaze on the child. She hopes he gets the message to not make any sudden movements.

@jxrmngxndr !

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[BURNING INCENSE] + [RED ENVELOPE]

Seele, at this point, had a wide array of answers.

The bard, who gave a personal story, seemingly out of obligation and from her own understanding, an assumption that she herself was suffering.

The tall woman surrounded by an air of mystery, who suggested an inability to feel that sense anymore

And the transparent man who...gave the most literal answer possible.

She felt as though she was not going to be able to parse any more answers past that, despite such a strong start in her questioning. Maybe she should give up on this?

Despite that, she still found herself approaching one last person. A woman, of whom carried an air of maturity and elegance to her, something she wasn't all that familiar with. That air was threatening, but the question was on her mind all the same.

One last person, then I'll stop asking. Maybe this lady will have an answer like the bard's? She seems like she may have experienced a lot, right?

So, in a so-called 'one last hurrah', Seele approached the mature lady -- Eden, though this name was not one she knew in the moment -- and asked, as she had asked the others:

"Excuse me, ma'am? Sorry if this is random, but I wanted to know...what does the burning of incense mean to you...?"

As Seele asks this, a look of realization hits her. I gave the transparent man one too, so I think I will give this lady an envelope as well...

She quickly takes out a red envelope -- a proper butterfly etched unto it, and a little bit of mora inside of it as well, as per tradition.

"And...happy Lantern Rite as well!"

"It's a time for remembrance, of course."

Eden's eyes flitted down calmly to the girl, welcoming her warmly. She herself was not one to often go out of her way to remember the departed, the long-lost, in ways other than via a tall glass, but it was a special occasion. The lantern rite's melancholy air, as the night grew late, touched her years-weathered heart. So, her eyes illuminated by the flames, and her senses swimming with the scents, she had decided on a moment of vigil.

Her eyes returned to the light.

"Not just for those I have lost." Memories danced in the sheer light of the center of the flame. "But, also for what has been lost to us all. People come and people go, and so too do its cultures and landscapes."

She took up her glass, ever present at her side, and added to the encompassing incense with a small sip. The red envelope is accepted gracefully, despite her lack of need for money. It was a memento, and a meaning, above all else.

"Happy Lantern Rite," Eden hummed to herself. Then, to Seele, "Yes, Happy Lantern Rite to you. Let's enjoy the silence together, now."

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[XINYUE KIOSK]

Today is another busy day; Xinyue Kiosk, certainly, is already packed by the time Nahida wanders in looking to grab some lunch. A rather harried waiter takes her order, ushering her to one of the few places left available: a table in a corner, its second seat already occupied by a golden-eyed stranger.

"I do hope you weren't waiting for someone," she comments, glancing around the room and utterly failing to spot anyone she recognizes. "It seems we've both arrived at a busy time."

She readjusts her headphones, eternally grateful for their noise-cancelling properties, and settles in to wait, summoning up a few threads of dendro energy to fidget with. Silhouettes of her friends, kalpalata lotuses in bloom, a bird in a cage, the same bird flying free; she works through every shape she's practiced before attempting something new: rather appropriately, a xiao lantern.

Ah - should she introduce herself? That would probably be the polite thing to do. "I'm Nahida; nice to meet you!"

Eden sits idle, people-watching - quite a delightful hobby she's picked up, since her return to being. But though her eyes roam the crowded restaurant, she fails to notice the waiter offering up the chair across from her until the little girl takes a seat.

Granted, Eden knew her height well. Though far from the tallest Flamechaser, she was absolutely not the shortest, be it compared to dear Elysia or Felis. Still, it was not only the girl's height, but her size, that went clear under Eden's sweeping golden radar.

But, no, she had not been waiting for someone. Well, not someone in particular; but if one's wish is to fill a glass, then one might simply have to contend with the fact it may not be the drink one expects.

"Oh, no, you're quite welcome," she says. "I'm happy to not need to eat alone, tonight of all times."

Taking note of the girl's headphones, she returns to her people-watching. Out of the corner of her eye, Eden can't help but notice the girl's idle, molding and bending the fibers so naturally, as a potter might her clay. She eyes the sight wondrously, amidst the din of the cantine.

"That's beautiful," she smiles. Whether it is directed towards the girl's craft, or in response to the girl's name, is hard to say. " It's nice to meet you. I'm Eden. Are you from around here? I've ordered the Golden Crab dish; would you like to split it with me?"

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[TEA TASTING] She knows nothing of the herbs native to this world. She knows nothing of the tea blends that are offered to the public, and though she observes which ones tend to be more popular than others, Acheron doubts that any of them compare to the vague memories of strong flavors that hailed from Izumo. But then again-- the recollection of taste is so muddled that she couldn't begin to imagine the flavor of what was once her favored drink. A gloved finger traces around the rim of the teacup offered to her, and though she brings it to her lips, there's a definitive nothingness than settles on her tongue as she takes a sip. It's not unexpected, yet somehow, the disappointment still lingers. "Well? Which one has become your favorite?" Acheron speaks to the unfamiliar woman across from her, eyes settling on the cup in her companion's hands. It's still a mystery as to how this 'Eden' had discovered her name so quickly, but... it's not the strangest experience she's had. "They... all taste the same to me." Halfway a lie-- there's no taste at all.

The fragrance draws her lips ever closer, and Eden can't help laugh at how familiar it is. Centuries may pass, civilisations may cease, but people will always love the same herbs and leaves that were once so loved. She practically inhales her first sip, letting the warmth rush through her cheeks. It's delightfully invigorating.

"Oh!" She exclaims, setting the cup down, gloved hand flying to cover her mouth as she lets the brew coat her tongue. "It must be this one. I could have sworn I've had this before! It's just like it once was... earthy, minty... it settles nicely," she finishes, nodding.

At her companion's comment on its taste, however, Eden looks up to her. Her golden eyes shine with sympathy. "Don't worry! Your palette will refine with time. There's oh, so many wonderful tastes! You will find your way with them eventually."

Ironically, Eden picks back up her wineglass.

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[KAMERA BOOTH] - Liyue is as scenic as it is busy. Several Kamera’s are set up on the docks, surrounding mountains, and some of the best balconies in the area. Make a memory with someone important to you, or keep the lens' attention for yourself!

He can’t keep a photo, even if he gets one. He can’t keep a photo, but he can keep a memory, in the same way he kept so many others. (There is nothing that he cannot justify less than this, a keepsake of a celebrity, one that he cannot hold.)

There is little more that speaks to the memories of halcyon days than asking for the impossible. A silent presence lingers around the star, trying not to say anything even as he could not manage to tear himself away. 

“Will you take a photo here?” He finally asks, when she passes by another camera set, empty of users.

"Of course, Su!" Eden practically prances to the kameras, now devoid of drink and thus no longer in danger of spillage. "Come, come. We have years of memories to make up, after all. As always, there's no better to start than right now!"

The picture is taken with a bright flash, imprinting Eden's smile forever onto a cherishable token. She holds it delicately in her fingers, from the photographer, showing it off to her friend. The flash elevates the gold sparkle of her eyes, and in the dim light, the photograph seems to shine from her face.

"Just for us~!"

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[KAMERA BOOTH] - mei was always one to make as many memories as she could when going out to events such as this one , especially with people she knows . . . her scrapbook filled with hundreds of memories , yet still plenty of blank pages , ready to make more and more as time went on .

when she finally laid eyes upon someone she wanted to , a cheery smile reached her face , moving up behind and calling out to her .

" eden ! "

once able to grab her attention , motioning towards the set up with all of the kameras .

" care to make a few memories while we're here ? "

That serious expression, those intense indigo eyes. Dark hair frames the girl's face, reminiscent of a person of a place long left behind. Surely, it could not be the same person; but, perhaps a descendent of the good doctor? Eden muses privately; nevertheless, the corners of her eyes can't help but crinkle wamly.

And, well, she's used to fans already knowing her name.

"Why, I'd love to!" She follows the girl towards the kameras, the hem of her dress swaying gently, its gold trim glinting in the light of the lanterns. "Anything for a fan, especially a lovely girl like you," Eden teases.

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[KAMERA BOOTH] While the concept of the Kamera seems like a more rudimentary thing compared to a Memokeeper's Light Cone, Feixiao won't say no to the opportunity to have a physical memento for the Lantern Rite festivities. She's got a target in mind already, finishing off the last chunk of her drink before placing it on a nearby counter, leaving a generous tip for the bartender-- there's plenty of these booths scattered around, and azure eyes have picked out the familiar visage of someone she knows decently well. The General easily weaves through the crowd to offer her arm to none other than Miss Eden, a roguish smirk donning her face as she sidles closer. "We meet again. What a coincidence, wouldn't you say?" Feixiao quips in a low tone, her ears instinctively tilting in her companion's direction. "Couldn't pick someone better to celebrate with. C'mon. I've got an idea-- indulge me?" She doesn't give her an opportunity to answer. She's confident enough to believe that the answer would be 'yes' regardless, and so the Foxian tugs on her companion to drag her towards one of the curtained booths. Feixiao stops only to lift the curtain and usher Eden inside, a light chuckle escaping as she has to duck quite a bit to fit inside the box-like contraption. It's cramped. Too cramped for comfort, really, but she can't help the almost childish giggle that escapes as she struggles to wiggle her way onto the small bench that they're both supposed to fit on. A single gloved hand rests at the small of Eden's back as she attempts to keep a respectful distance, though she's basically forced to squeeze tight against her companion's side. "Um... Not the greatest environment for a nice photo, I'll say," The General grumbles, trying to peer at the controls with the limited space she's given. "Give me a hand?"

Tumbling over each other in such a cramped space is hardly ideal; but preserving memories was important, Eden agrees. Even if that means putting hand over leg over body, just trying to find the method of capture for this photograph, it would be worth the the effort.

She can't help but laugh a little at how awkward her companion is. "Let me try, one moment," Eden smiles, reaching over calmly.

A flash, and their image is printed so too on paper as under Eden's eyelids.

"Thank you for the gift, General," she purrs, golden eyes twinkling.

[aevitium]

✧ ˖ — who tells your story

crystallize ... pearl galley

[aevitium]

"Ours is a story of love."

Elysia sits on an emerald toned cushion, which has been pushed close enough to one of ruby that it might quash any doubt of with whom this story is shared. It is not only theirs, of course-- it is the world's, it is humanity's-- but here on this ship, it means something only to the both of them. Oh, but Elysia so adores to retell it.

"Oh, and plenty of other things, too, but mostly love."

Eyes snake from their audience-- albeit small-- to the profile of Gold. She is as dazzling in this light as she is anywhere, but the dancing candleflame and setting sun paint her right fitting of her name. Elysia's smile is curled in that catlike way of hers, but for Eden there is something else there.

"It starts with thirteen brave heroes and a neverending war."

A hum. This is a contest, though to her it iks really just an excuse. Their story is one she never lived to tell, and perhaps she does not live to tell it here, either. Here, so far from her own stars, it is merely a piece of fiction.

"Some would say it's quite sad, but I don't think so! My darling friend here knows it just as well as I-"

Elysia reaches a hand to rest on Eden's, crystal eyes glittering. "So it's only fair that she should begin our tale!"

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Her eyes sparkle in the setting sun, amber tones filling with warmth, yes; but though her gaze is far, Eden has eyes but for one. Elysia’s hand delights upon her skin, and she turns to her companion, ever-smiling. 

“Oh Elysia, you tell it as if you were not there yourself!” Her smile is half admonishing, half giggling. Her hand flips up below Elysia’s, taking the pink girl’s hand in her own, fingers intertwining so naturally as if their performance had been rehearsed. Eden turns to their audience. 

“For a world constantly on the precipice of destruction, we were as desperate as can be.” She squeezes Elysia’s hand lightly. “But there were as many beginnings as there were endings. You see, each of us wanted so dearly to see our world preserved…” Again, a squeeze comes through; her thumb swipes dearly at the back of her hand. “Finding each other amidst the dreariness changed us far more than any weapon did.”

Eden lowers her eyes, near imperceptibly, at these words. Her heart still aches for the fallen. Who was she to tell this story as if she herself had not been one of the sacrifices? As if she was not sitting hand in tarnished hand with another lost soul, reaped as a casualty of the era? 

She rubs her thumb over the back of Elysia’s hand once more, reunited now both in spirit and body. “Our story takes place in a time long gone, where people had forgotten how to smile, and calamity was a constant.” Her eyes glitter towards Elysia. “Really, it just meant we shouldered far more hope than we could ever fathom. My dear…?” Golden eyes extend invitation.

[gnostichymns]

✰ LANTERN RITE 2025 ! – reblog & send to earn Peace Talismans.

[XINYUE KIOSK] - Back again, Xinyue Kiosk’s keeping up the competition, offering sweet treats, savory dishes, and even refreshing veggies for all those looking to share a snack.

[TEA TASTING] - Third-Round Knockout is once again bringing the new year on with plenty of new tea options for all those caffeinated connoisseurs that want to branch out. Including, for the first time in quite a while, specialty imports all the way from Natlan!

[DRAGON DANCE] - Uh-oh! It seems like the main crew that would lead the dragon dance are two members short, and need two sets of hands NOW! Grab someone and help keep this dance from falling through.

[KAMERA BOOTH] - Liyue is as scenic as it is busy. Several Kamera’s are set up on the docks, surrounding mountains, and some of the best balconies in the area. Make a memory with someone important to you, or keep the lens' attention for yourself!

[LANTERNS] - Like a sea, lanterns float up and flood the night sky. Meaning often dictated by color, they contain our hopes for the new year. Gather with those most cherished and wish for blessings.

[FIREWORK SHOW] - While noisy, fireworks are an incredible display of beauty and color. Make your mark on the new year with a bang!

[JADE HEARTS] - A popular shape for a popular stone in the land of Geo, these Jade Talismans sold quite well. Now, they’re made as a profession of love and desire to ring the New Year in with the company of another.

[BURNING INCENSE] - Even with all the raucous celebration, it is always important to find a quiet moment and remember those who now belong among the stars.

[TOUR GUIDE] - With as many sights to see as Liyue has, join up with a group of strangers to garner the best sights across the city and countryside!

[GIANT JENGA] - While not necessarily a Liyue classic, a recent uptick amongst the younger generation has brought this classic game to the port, and with blocks bigger than ever! Will you best your friend, or will all the pieces come crumbling down? 

[RED ENVELOPES] - Customize your own envelope as a gift to those most cherished. Whether you slip in some mora or a confession of love, even the smallest of envelopes can be life-changing!

[SNAKE PETTING] - As the mascot animal of the year, an exhibit has been set up with several non-venomous and super friendly snakes, if you’re not afraid of these scaly babies.

[JADE MYSTERY] - Shitou is running a special promotion! Guess the correct Noctilucous Jades to find out what it is, just don't gamble all of your mora away...

[tempered-chill]

new visitor? no problem!

w/ @cabernetsauvignor

[tempered-chill]

"Ah, I can't believe I forgot to introduce myself," Yanqing says with a small chuckle. "I'm Lieutenant Yanqing, of the Cloud Knights." He formally introduces, the young boy clasping his hands behind his back. He does not question what Eden says - there are a multitude of individuals, vast and wide, across the galaxy.

There are places Yanqing has never heard of nor have never been to - so it's entirely possible that someone has saved his very existence without him ever hearing word of it.

"I do think that it would be lovely to see the fruits of your labour," Yanqing agrees, even though curiosity clearly comes alight in his eyes. What things has this guest done? What tales of heroism does she have? Maybe he'll get the chance to ask later...

"Ah! Well, there's lots of entertainment - there's Arum alley, which has lots of delicacies. There's also Central Starskiff Haven, which isn't far from here, which houses lots of storytellers. And here, at Exalting Sanctum, there are a bunch of general shops, like bookshops," he explains as they walk together, his hands moving consistently as he speaks to either gesture at a place they pass or to emphasis his point. "We can go anywhere that you'd like! Or if there is something in particular you're interested in seeing, I'd be more than happy to accompany you there."

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Eden lets the boy’s enthusiasm wash over her. She notes his name for later, but her mind is still elsewhere, hardly realizing that this is the second time she’s had to ask. How delightful, to have such a wealth of options! So much vibrant life to enjoy. Eden’s curious of it all, of course, but she can’t help but feel a little lonely without her allies at her side. Perhaps melancholy is more apt, she muses. It is not as if they are any more alive than she is.

Then again… it was nothing short of a miracle that Eden found herself of sound body and mind, after knowingly undoing herself. Maybe, just maybe, she could allow herself a small hope beyond just the determination of humanity.

In her thoughts, she realized that she’s stopped in the middle of the crowded street. Her guide, still several paces before her, marches onward, and pedestrians flow along and against their direction, swimming on with their lives. Eden quickly tries to conflate her melancholy with contemplation, and calls, 

“Oh! Yanqing! Storytellers… I quite like that idea. But first, how about we get a bite to eat?” Her eyes twinkle in the reflection of the sky. “As thanks for your generosity -  the Luofu is so vast. I’d surely lose myself.”

Not to mention, get lost.

“Now then: what’s your favorite food? It’s my treat.”

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I'm about to Honkai Impact her world

Feixiao & Eden

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"Fate, was it?" A singular finger languidly traces along the rim of her now-empty glass, her eyes flickering down to make a note of the lipstick stain on Eden's cup. "I do like seizing the moment; I'm not one to miss an opportunity to appreciate the finer things in life. There will come a time where I have to do without things like this for a bit," Feixiao motioned to the bottle before them. "So I'll savor it while it lasts." There's more unspoken to that sentiment, and it's noted in the way her gaze settles on the dip of Eden's collarbone; the bare expanse of her shoulder, and finally up to her face. The General has always been one with a sharp eye-- in her line of work, you have to. Missing a single detail, or a single opportunity would lead to your death, or the death of your men. "A photograph? Not a bad choice." She raises a hand to swiftly flag down a waiter, her eyes narrowing in the moments before the man arrives to check in on their table. It feels as if she's playing a dangerous game... but in the moment, she can't bring herself to care. Perhaps it's a side effect of the warmth thrumming in her veins, or the way her attention is thoroughly captured by Eden's presence. "Though there's plenty of other ways to commit you to memory." "As for a drink... baijiu is common here. A specific brand is quite potent, and usually my go-to. We'll take a bottle of jiugui, please." Her grin turns into something more sinister as the man leaves to retrieve her request, and her voice dips to a low tone that is barely audible for her companion to hear. "I've always been a woman of action. Isn't it easier to show, rather than tell?" There's little time for her to follow up her comment before the jiugui is offered to them both, and Feixiao responds in kind with a nod of thanks. The glasses provided are a bit shorter than the traditional wine glass, and as the General unscrews the top, the unmistakable mixed aroma of a mellow hint and the strong scent of alcohol is evident.

"I've never been the best with words. Words don't do you any good in the heat of battle. But your body does." It takes only a moment to fill both of their glasses, her own raised in a slight toast before she brings it to her lips to down the liquid-- searing, stinging, and spreading a warmth from her lips all the way through to her gut. An all too familiar sensation, and one that causes her to let out a small 'ahh' of satisfaction.

"I can only wonder if you're inclined to agree."

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She matches Feixiao’s toast automatically, glasses clinking together under the dull din of the restaurant, though she takes her sip a little cautiously. Thankfully, it’s nothing too dissimilar to what she’s had before. Eden does take a moment to muse on its taste, however. It was eerily familiar, as if a drink of her past had bottled itself in a new name and being. But just as her compliment to the selection would slide off her tongue, Feixiao’s question disarms her.

She can’t help but laugh at how awfully forward she is, and the clear tones of her mirth ring out over the table. Content with just her company, Eden hadn’t even considered potential further implications. Feixiao’s intention is clear to her, though; even loosely intoxicated, Eden can still ascertain a person’s tells. It’s too obvious. Feixiao wants her, and she intends to have her. 

Her head spins, their words echoing in her ears. To show, rather than to tell… Perhaps, it would not be so bad to avoid isolation on her first night alive once more. These sorts of things hadn’t been uncommon in her past, but… that had been a lifetime ago. She wasn’t a celebrity, a show-stopper, a pop star intent on taking in hand the pleasures of life, anymore. She was just Eden, who had lost all her friends to save a world that she could only hope had been saved. Her soul was heavier, now. 

Her thoughts dilute themselves with another sip of Feixiao’s chosen brew. It’s good. Begrudgingly, it’s…new. This is not a taste she’s known, Eden decides, and yet it melts on her tongue. 

Perhaps, she could do with a refreshment. Something to remind her of her own current humanity, not just the self she had lost. And, she’s not exactly opposed to the idea. The warmth in her cheeks, different than the alcohol in her chest, betrays her.

The body is always honest, after all. 

She’s glad for the table between them. By the way her company leans closer, were it not an obstacle, negotiations might not have been part of tonight's sequence of events. 

Though she's made up her mind, Eden can’t help but giggle once again, catching Feixiao’s eagerness and matching its intensity. Her look issues a silent challenge: make clear your intentions, dear soldier, and perhaps I just might hear you out.

“You’re sly, I’ll give you that. I agree. My actions have always spoken louder than my words - my singing, rather.” Eden slides her empty cup across the table, locked eye contact not wavering for a second. “Tell me, Miss Feixiao. I do so enjoy imparting gifts as thanks, and I’m wondering what sort of gift to give you for tonight. I considered a bottle from my collection, but for all the company you’ve blessed me I wonder if that would not be enough. Do tell me, what sort of gift would you enjoy?”

[hahanabi]

bubble bubble, soul and trouble

❀ [ sparkle & eden ] ❀

[hahanabi]

History notes down two sides of every war, and the bards sing of the single victor—the song of triumph echoes throughout the horizon of time and eventually becomes what people know to be the truth. The losers, cast aside and forgotten, suffer the stain of their loss—or rise in vengeance, repeating that cycle of war until new truths are cast, new histories are made, and bards sing new songs. But Sparkle's not a bard—she's closer to a jester. And she jingles her bells for everyone.

But to call the whole SoulGlad vs. SoulJoy debacle a war would be an insult to the countless planets languishing in its fires, but the Fool likes her dramatizations—and insults even more! So she'll continue working under the thought that it is. Her goal here is simple: ensure that no side dominates the other, so no one ends up winning or losing. It's a Foolish endeavor, but that's what draws her to it.

Her scheme starts in Aideen Park, where a pro-SoulJoy rally is being held. Sparkle enters the scene dressed as a bystander, pulling a wagon filled with unlabeled bottles behind her. It clinks as she walks, drawing some heads. But she makes no moves… yet. For a while, she simply lingers, watching intently as speakers stand on empty SoulJoy boxes and shout in megaphones. There's a surprising number of people here, enough to garner a small crowd—though most seemed to be there out of a want for entertainment rather than passion for soda. But that's all to her benefit.

Sparkle takes a bottle in her hands, and looks around the crowd. She's searching for an unwitting accomplice—or a witting one would be fine, too, if they were up to the task! Eventually, after a few minutes of scanning, she spots a woman by the edge of the crowd. Tall, long-haired, and beautiful. Exactly Sparkle's type She makes her approach, sly as a fox.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing here? Are you a SoulJoy enthusiast as well?" Sparkle doubts she is, but she continues with her spiel, handing her a bottle, "In any case, I need your help. I'm here to test out new flavors of SoulJoy. Would you mind helping me distribute some to the crowd?"

@cabernetsauvignor

[cabernetsauvignor]

Eden hadn’t exactly intended to find herself here; but the company wasn’t unwelcome, either.

Having finished procuring various gifts for her new acquaintances -  a task that had barely lasted 2 hours, to her dismay - she had found herself with want for wandering. After depositing her presents, the park had caught her eye.  With that, she’d found herself a nice  evening of people-watching. Observing the new hope of this time eased her greatly. She hoped some of that happiness would rub off on her, perhaps granting new inspiration.

The scenery didn’t last, of course. Crowds of SoulJoy proponents and SoulJoy nay-sayers alike had flocked to her once peaceful niche, littering the air with their bickering. As the evening’s ruby glow waned into burgundy, then chocolate, then black, Eden had considered retiring to her hotel. The curiosity got the better of her, however; not to mention the drinks being passed around.

What she had discerned from the attendees was that there was some sort of brand war going on, something about similar beverages trying to get a leg up on each other. It really made no difference to Eden: people had their opinions, after all. But the fervor with which they campaigned for SoulJoy, their drink of choice, warmed her far more than the mediocre beverage in her hand, and she found herself immersed in the energy now occupying the park. It was different from the subtle humanity of the hustle and bustle of everyday life; it was emotional, and raw, but so too was it necessarily human.

Now, the clinking of bottles coupled with the rolling of small wheels catches her well-trained ears, and Eden allows her eyes to look up as it nears. The girl pulling them seems doesn’t exactly stand out, but there’s something about her, Eden decides. Her curiosity growing every second, she turns to look at her head on, wondering if the new attendee was simply another flavor of SoulJoy soldier. A SoulJoy Souldier, even, Eden muses. She takes another sip of the bottle in her hand, but her eyes sparkle with intrigue. 

She’s delighted when it seems that the girl’s chosen Eden for her attention, as if the star on stage has asked her to come up and sing with her. Her free hand reaches for the second bottle, not intent on any sort of rude reception. “I can help, yes. Though I’d hesitate to call myself a SoulJoy enthusiast,” Eden smiles. “I’m more of a guest, I guess you’d say. Just a liquor enjoyer passing through.” 

She sets her own opened bottle on a nearby bench, and turns to the girl, hand outstretched for another.

“What is this new flavor, miss…?”

[cabernetsauvignor]

I'm about to Honkai Impact her world

Feixiao & Eden

[boltsunder]

Melancholy, huh? It's unfortunate that she understands that sentiment more than most do. There's days when she's lost in her memories, of the times when General Yueyu would guide her hand to properly wield her bow. The times when she would painstakingly scrawl every letter onto a piece of paper to proudly show her mentor-- and though it was barely legible, she'd get praise and encouragement from the older Foxian. It was the closest thing she ever had to a parent... and she owed the woman her life. She doesn't have that support anymore. But she has a different kind, more family found in the company of Jiaoqiu and Moze; one that is no less cherished and appreciated than the other. "I'm sorry," Feixiao offers, knowing full well that the words won't do anything to fix the situation. Yet sometimes, it's a comfort to know that someone else can sympathize with your plight. "I'm glad I can help. I'm not here for long, so it's nice to take it easy while I still can-- good to know I can offer some solace along the way, Miss Eden. I certainly appreciate your hospitality. What brings you to this part of the universe?" Her smile is easy-going, and genuine; filled with a warmth that belies the lighthearted, upbeat nature she always holds. There's never been any sense in wallowing-- a smile better suits a hero. As expected, the General shifts forward once again to offer Eden another cup; it's true that perhaps they should show some restraint, but... The moment the other woman's glass is full, Feixiao returns to her own, bringing the cup to her lips and allowing it to linger as her eyes betray her surprise for only a fraction of a second. She's not... unaccustomed to comments about her physique, or compliments. After all, the Merlin's Claw remained in the spotlight-- it was pretty much expected to have people raving about her in every way possible. Whether it was just normal fans, people who were obsessed with her looks; it was all the same, and she generally tried to ignore it for the most part. Unfortunately, there was no escaping it entirely. But this time, it brings a slight warmth to her cheeks. Maybe she'll just blame the alcohol. "Is that so?" A breathy chuckle follows as she lowers her glass to the table. It's empty, and she finds herself savoring the taste of this wine more than she normally does-- baijiu is her go-to, but this isn't half bad either. "I'll be sure to keep my jacket off, then." It's clear that she's joking, but the way her eyes narrow slightly suggest underlying thoughts; almost as if she's sizing up the prize laid before her. "It's a lot of work, and it's nice to hear appreciation from a woman like you," She drawls as she pours herself another glass, fingers tapping an idle beat against the stem of the cup. "After all, you're quite eye-catching yourself. Truthfully, I thought you were a model the moment you approached me; I half expected you to ask me about a photoshoot, or something like that." She laughs at that before leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table, tilting her head slightly as she studies every inch of her companion's face. "It would be a shame for that beauty of yours to not be admired. So I'll take the chance now to cherish it."

@cabernetsauvignor

[cabernetsauvignor]

“Oh, I myself did not decide my destination. I suppose what brings me here is that same thing that has pestered you: chance. My part of the universe has decidedly been left behind.” She blinks the sepia from her eyes long enough to continue, “I’ve been allowed extra time, let’s say. So let’s make the most of it.” Firmly returned to the present, she blinks up once again to find Feixiao now leaning forward towards her. 

Eden can’t help but shine under the woman’s gaze. Her arms, already relaxed, let their movements flow smoothly, delicately; her motions are as natural as water. Letting someone take her in was normal; someone professing to doing so even more so. As a singer, a performer, and a celebrity, the eyes of cameras and onlookers had been a necessary reality to adapt to. 

But for some reason, this time Eden’s heart pulses in her throat, accelerated from more than just her drinks. 

“Cherish my looks? That’s quite a compliment, Miss Feixiao.” Another sip of her drink slips down, curling up around her heart. The room’s temperature has warmed itself to her, now. Eden refuses to drop eye contact, even as she downs the last sip of her glass. Her company’s eyes are hungry, her presence dangling dangerously close to her own. Leaning this far over the table, though in supposed admiration, Eden might have thought that Feixiao just another greedy money-maker, intent on self-gain. 

What is different, then? She finally puts a finger on it: it is the way Feixiao holds her liquor. Were she some man, come to take advantage of Eden’s hobbies, she would not so eagerly be matching Eden’s own alcohol. Near glass for glass, at that. 

Yes, the reflexiveness in which she holds the bottle betrays her. She had to be a connoisseur, Eden was sure of it. Perhaps not in class, but in some form.

“Tell me, is it not enough to simply see me now, sharing in this moment?” Delighted by the mood’s upswing, between coming through the doors and finding her guest, Eden decides a friendly tease. She looks innocently across the table. “How would you best cherish my beauty, then? A photograph?”

Eden reaches for her lipstick-stained glass, but its emptiness taunts her. They had already finished one bottle, a delightful pinot; perhaps something stronger is now in order, to make further merry. And perhaps, Feixiao’s intentions could be better revealed over a second bottle. Eden’s gaze trails to the empty bottle, its presence practically ringing alarm bells up and down the room. “Ah, shall we? What might be your drink of choice?”