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                                  Iâll hold your hand
                                     while you s l e e p
                            So donât be afraid
                                      I wonât let shadows
                             touch your
                                             dreams
So innocent. So kind. So sweet. So⊠Naive. Eyes the color of cherry blossoms net his own, and he saw the innocence shining. She would be easily manipulated. Everything was falling into place now.
âRie. A lovely name for a very pretty woman.â He said casually with a charming smile. âYouâre right. Iâm not from around here. Iâm from far away.â He grew quiet, as if pained. It wasnât hard to fake. With all heâd been through, pain was a companion he knew well. âIâd rather not talk about it.â He shook his head. âWell, Iâm currently trying to find some work. I thought Iâd check the notice board.â He tapped it with his knuckle producing a hollow thunk.
âBut it looks like thereâs not much going on. I can hold my own in a fight, so I thought Iâd try some of these out.â He shrugged, casually running a hand through his hair roughly. âYou wouldnât happen to have any work, would you? Iâm broke right now and I need to earn some gald to have money for a room tonight. Some food would be nice too.â
All according to plan. Now she just needed to take the bait. This world would soon be his.
She would turn an interesting shade of red before adamantly shaking her head. âP-pretty?! O-oh no youâre too kind I donât think anything...special like that.â Her views opposing his made clear with how frantic she looked, until a hand would come to rest atop her head in sheepish consent. â...B-but...thank you. I suppose.â
It was the first time the Descender would hear someone praise her boldly as someone âprettyâ, and from a stranger no less. While Marta had told her that Spada, Flynn and the ever temperamental Luke seemed to think so, she found it most unlikely, especially in the case of the latter. She was brought out of her thoughts by him concurring her statement. She tilts her head, quite curious of the young manâs predicament but wisely kept her silence. Raine had always told her that people ceased telling others about themselves for a reason, and she didnât want to make this kind stranger feel anymore akward about this arrangement.Â
âIâm in the same boat as you are Iâm afraid. I need gald to um...help out a friend, but it doesnât seem like there are any interesting jobs posted at the moment.â
She smiled up at him and shrugged a bit. âI guess I could go to the mines and try excavating for fossils and ores. That always shells out good gald. You can come with me if youâd like, as a bodyguard and comrade of sorts.â There was no born skepticism and malice born out of her suggestion. She does not see him as someone suspicious, but instead as an acquaintance who might turn out to be a friend. Rie didnât see anything wrong with this arrangement. After all, she had met some of her friends at the guild in the same way.
He stood atop a high branch, observing the ongoing events. Eyes the color of blood tracked the girlâs every movement. Her voice was like Honey to his ears. Sweet, kind, full of purity. âŠOh so naive. In that moment, he decided. She would be his. Hair of a shade most ebony swayed in the wind, and he spared a brief moment to look up at the Tree towering above them all. The amount of Mana within the tree⊠It was enormous. His own dwarfed it, but it was by no means an inconsiderable amount. What was more, he felt it resonating, churning through the air in time with the Girlâs voice. There was a common link between the two. âInteresting.â He thought. âThis bears some investigation.â
He made to vanish from his perch in a burst of speed when he paused. That blonde knight dancing with her. He narrowed his eyes. 'He will have to be dealt with. But for now, I need information.â He blurred from sight, the only mark of his presence a slight wisp of windâŠ
â-
In the coming days he had scouted around, researching all he could. Before he could conquer this world as he had all the others, he would need information. Without information, nothing could be done. Fortunately, his investigations bore fruit. A well placed inquiry there, some polite conversation here⊠He learned quite a bit. The Tree was the World Tree. It ensured life was prosperous and was likely the source of life in this world. âŠHe would have to ensure it came under his control. A dead world was of no use to him.
The knight he saw was Commandant over the Knights. His name was Flynn Scifo. Noble and just, kind yet firm. Yet he was also idealistic. He knew his type. He had broken tougher men. He would be no opposition.
The girl was known as Descender. Some called her Rie, a nickname. Her duty was to the people, a symbol of hope. Her task was to root out evil, to oppose calamity wherever it may be found. The texts he had read during his research said that the World Tree would send an envoy in times of crisis. That the World Tree itself was the source of her strength, the binding force that kept her in this world. He had watched her activities, and knew she often pursued guild work. A plan began to formâŠ
â-
So here he stood at the notice board. Waiting for his chance to set everything in motion. He didnât have to wait long⊠Soon, the time had come. He turned, bumping gently into her. Enough to knock her down, but not enough to hurt her. He immediately put on a slightly abashed grin.
âOh! Excuse me! Iâm very sorry Miss.â He held out a hand to help her up. âSorry about that.â He apologized again. âI guess I wasnât paying attention. Iâm Darius. May I know the name of the Lovely Lady Iâm speaking to?â
She sighed, deciding to turn away and look for better job opportunities somewhere. At that moment, Rie turned and accidentally bumped into another person walking by. She let out a yelp, falling on her backside. She rubbed the sore portion which had collided against the floor and winced. She hoped no one else saw that. It would just make her day all the more...hm. What was that word Yuri told her that Flynn advised not to repeat?
âU-um...I-Iâm so sorry! Please donât apologize, it was all my fault for not looking at where I was going.â The Descender gratefully took his outstretched hand and flashed her own grin mirroring his. She tilts her head at the man who had so kindly helped her out despite bumping into him. An unfamiliar face it seems. Not that she was boasting but she knew every single one of the citizens living in the capital. You sorta had to in order to not seem rude when people kept on greeting you with smiles, and everyone was really nice. It was a pleasure learning all their names until she could distinguish them from voice alone.Â
âHello there mister Darius! U-um...just call me Rie. Nice to meet you!â She smiled at him sweetly, the same smile she had given the commandant a night ago during their dance. â...youâre a traveler...I presume. Its the first time Iâve seen you around this parts. Howâre you liking Windor?  Its not as busy and technologically advanced as Trigleph, but this is Luminasiaâs capital.â
âThe dazzling sunlight covered and filled the world.â
âAs if it were blessing the coming of a new morning .â
Orbs of light floated from the ground and illuminated the surrounding foliage with a mystical glow. Each and every one of the aides standing by the base of the legendary tree were laughing and chattered amongst themselves excitedly. Various fairy lights and ornaments were strung from every conceivable branch and twig. Radiance of various forms and colors had embraced the entire magical plains, creating the illusion that night never overtook the day.Â
âAs if it were healing a long-frozen sadness.â
âConsigning her atonement and hopes to the 1001st seed-â
Amidst the festive atmosphere and the cacophony of sounds was a lone girl with long, auburn hair. She sang, falling into step with the various knights and priestesses exchanging partners and twirling around the dance floor. The leaves moving about by the breeze seemed to follow their movements. The gentle trickling of the river nearby aided the rhythm. The forest itself seemed alive, taking part in the festivities.Â
âRhaplanca sang and wished as her tears overflowed.âÂ
In the very center this auburn haired girl twirled and spun in conjunction to the music produced by the musicians performing atop a stage placed by the riverside. Despite the lavish jewelry and elegant gowns worn by the nobles spinning around her, she stood out, none matching the beauty of the Descender in this magical court.Â
âAt the side of the gates to the city that prospered worshiping the holy Tree.â
âA singing Princess and a young knight lived together .â
She would smile as a certain blonde, azure-eyed knight would bow and take her hand into his with her consent, and their bodies drew closer. When their eyes met, she gave a little embarrassed giggle, almost forgetting the next verse of her song. His face grew interestingly red as well, masked by a nervous chuckle. The hooting and rambling from a certain purple haired vigilante and their other comrades didnât seem to be helping their case any.
âA lonely girl and a lonely boy who met through fate-
âBut even though they thought so dearly of another, the Princess sang without eating the seed of vows, fearful for the future.â
The pair captivated the attention of all those present, and in a matter of seconds they had made way for the two. The commandant seemed mighty tensed from all the attention at first, seemingly looking unsure of himself until seeing the opening provided by the other dancers. Her embarrassment had all but faded to the wayside meanwhile, and it was that smile of hers that seemed to calm him down.
âIf we could stop the gears of time and live together like this forevermore...will my prayer be answered? This the singing Princess would ask.â
- and so they continued, her eyes slowly closing in time for the near finale. She sways her hips and placed entwined hands around her neck as he briefly carried and spun her around; and she would feel like she was walking on air, his warmth engulfing every single labored thought she bore. Gradually they slowed their pace as the musicians ceased their performance for a quick respite, and he could see fleeting disappointment in her eyes. Regardless she offers him the same warm smile- and he takes her hand.
âHowever her wish was not to be granted-â
                   â- for she was the sacrifice-to-be; the Overlordâs bride.â
âHmmm...there arenât any new quests to be done huh? I guess I spent more time goofing off than I thought...â
Rie looked up at the noticeboards in contemplation. There arenât any monsters and criminals rampaging around the city thanks to the work of the knights. While it indeed made things a bit inconvenient for the guild due to the lack of activity in the area, it was more preferable than being called out for such stressing affairs. This peace is just what they needed.
âFlynnâs....doing well. I should do my best to catch up to him as well.â
Thoughts of the knight and his achievements made her chest swell in pride. Despite his age and the many criticisms he had to face because of his apparent kindness and inexperience, she found them the reasons why she came to think of himself so dearly. She didnât know how she could possibly contribute in order to give him strength, but she wanted to help him regardless in any way she can.â
âMaybe I should make him lunch- but Iâm broke right now....I hope a client calls soon.â
                           moon dust in your lungs
                             stars in your eyes
                        you are a c h i l d of the cosmos
                           and r u l e r of the skies
Darius chuckles as he watches Rie prepare to bake a cake. "Heh, you got a little something on your nose." Indeed. A bit of cake batter on her nose. He then proceeded to lick it off. "Hmm. Not bad. Here. Have a taste." He then kissed her hard.
Rie hummed a little song to herself as she continued to mix the cream cheese in the batter thoroughly until the mixture was creamy and thick. âAlright. This should be alright.â She turns to get another bowl, only to come face to face with her husband. An innocent smile surfaces. âOh hello dear. What is i-â She nearly forgets what she was about to say next, with what had occurred after.Â
The Descender turns an interesting shade of red, blubbering something unintelligible before she was cut off by the feeling of his lightly chapped yet warm lips pressing against hers. She would stay still, mind smoke nearly coming out of her ears. The only taste she had in mind was not of the cake but of his tongue tangled against hers.
"Happy birthday Zion! Hey, are you free today? We should go out!"
ăâăThe redhead gave a smile to her, happy she did remember. âTh-thank youâŠ! I am free, since I wanted to have a relaxing day today.. Where do you want to go..?â
ăâăZion blinked a couple of times when interrupted by her subtle coughing. Did she have something in mind? His eyes dilated seeing her closing in on him, his lips making contact with hers. A hue of red glistened on his cheeks when pulled away, his pupils hinting small sparkles. He instinctively covered his mouth with the tip of his fingers, only to retract it back with a blissful smile.
âItâs⊠actually nice,â he looked down, then back to her. âYour lips did.. feel very tender.. and hinted sweet.â There he went again, analyzing small details. âI like it,â he admitted with a weak chuckle.
When she had suggested the amusement park, Zion looked to her bewildered. âReally? That sounds fun⊠Letâs go..!â
  âIâm glad! ThenâŠmaybe we canâŠdo more of that later.â
It looks like they somewhat had the same opinion about each otherâs lips. A shy smile graces her features before latching onto his arm tightly, happiness evident from the way she chattered to him eagerly about various food stalls and new rides which await them at the aforementioned amusement park on their way to the train station. Just as they reached the station and Rie took out her card to get past the gates, she pauses and looks him in the eye.
   âUh...just one more!â
She leans in for the kill quickly, in a blink of an eye her lips had separated from his, and she giggles. âJust for good measure.â Rie didnât want to admit it outright, but she was the type to like being spoiled and was quite...greedy. He may have to get used to sudden kisses like what had happened just now being commonplace in the future.Â
....not to mention she does love making him as red as his hair was.Â
"Happy birthday Zion! Hey, are you free today? We should go out!"
ăâăThe redhead gave a smile to her, happy she did remember. âTh-thank youâŠ! I am free, since I wanted to have a relaxing day today.. Where do you want to go..?â
Rie coughed awkwardly into a closed fist underneath her chin for a split-second, cheeks tinting pink before taking a deep breath. She wonders if it was alright to do this now, but Marta had always told her that strong women had to sometimes take initiative. And so, without further ado she would lean in, placing a gentle kiss upon his lips.Â
  âO-one of my presents. I hope you like it.â
She smiles at him somewhat bashfully, a hand reaching out to ruffle his red tresses before coming to rest at her side. For a boy his lips were so soft- not that she had any experience kissing others, but since guys were more likely to engage in rough and tumble work she expected his to be a bit chapped. âU-Um...anyways, I was hoping we could go to the amusement park today.â
               â A long way away. Huh. He guessed that it wasnât too surprising, the war was fresh after all, surely news could not have been passed onto other countries out of the continent yet⊠Right?
However - A complication in her given statement. How could she have not known, not overheard talk of the war, if she had come this far into Gallia? Even travelling through the Imperial country, she couldnât not have heard of the war.
There were a lot of suspicious people around here, lately - Though something told him this girl was simply a civilian, lost and confused.
âThere arenât others - The whole town was evacuated.â Which is why I was so surprised by your presence, âCome on. Weâll get you to safety; just follow me, okay? The nameâs Welkin.â The best course of action was to avoid entrance into the tank - He had no ideas as to where this woman hailed from, and for all he knew she could have been a spy. He crouched to take further cover as a rain of gun shots littered the ground near them, appendage extended towards the female, digits stretched to take her hand.
Rie let out a rather loud sigh of relief, and one just had to wonder why a simple civilian like her would be genuinely worried for the plight of mere strangers instead of asking about their conditions due to something born out of mere curiosity or building dread that she may be the only civilian alive. Granted, her way of thinking and sense of responsibility probably differs for most so...
    âA-alright. Thank you very much. I shall follow your lead.â
She would gingerly reach out and take ahold of his hand lightly, hesitance playing out in irises the color of blossoms during spring as if asking for confirmation whether it would be alright to tighten her hold. It wasnât because she was scared however- although sheâd rather not admit it outright, she was used to the tragedy war entailed. Rather, in her own way she wanted him safe, thus wanted to hold onto him in the hope he wonât stray far from where she is.
   âIâll protect you too.â
...and it was just like her to say something like this to someone she barely even knows.Â
âOh?â Now the tables have turned in his favor. Much to his delight, he takes advantage, deciding to push the limit of this young woman. It is the least he could do after he caused her some quite a bit of trouble by the lie of the dog urinating on the couch. Inch by inch, he closes the distance between them. His thin brow of the left rising with a smirk beginning to spread. Index finger lightly hooks her chin, forcing their gazes to meet near a close proximity.Â
âWhatâs wrong with sharing the bed? If tonight was any indicator, youâre supposed to become my wife eventually, right?â Oh how he wishes she will fluster further under this circumstance. âIt is only right that you get used to it. Can you imagine how wrong it will be if word got out that you choose to have your own bed once things are finalized?â
   âW-w-what are you saying all of a sudden?!â
Despite the tough facade she was trying to uphold the pink on her cheeks turning into a bright red betrays her. She wills herself to meet his gaze with defiance, her right cheek puffed up in a manner so reminiscent to a child stubbornly asking for more candies during Halloween. âYouâre so weird! W-what happened to that stubborn guy who was so dead set on sleeping on the couch the dog peed at!â
âB-besides! I wasnât talking about sleeping here with me in this bed, I-I was talking about the other bed!â Incessant flailing towards the futon she had laid out for him ensues. âS-see?!â
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