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🌹 : Theatrical elements were but peaceful domains for the emperor. The comfort they offered with the familiarity she enjoyed, all nestled in an environment that reminded her of home. While the stage featured upon the slope of the mountain was clearly second to her own, the view it presents over the city is simply breathtaking. It molds into a refreshing moment for a normally busy leader considering the new position she found herself in, as even when the subject of an interest was taken into account.. managing was more difficult than she recalls. As when passion is not equally shared, commanding those without became more a chore and tiring with each passing day
Heels would seek a moment of respite as she plops onto the floor, gazing out into the city as the emptied area soothed her. That was till an identity reveals itself from the corner of her eye. A sight that would have her lean forward to ensure eyes were not lying to, before they closed. “For you to appear here.. Is this a pleasant dream, or is it a nightmare?”
It was beyond baffling as to why her feet would take her, as if in a hypnotic trance to the famed theater occupying a good chunk of land at the Archimedes Ward. She was never one to freely indulge in luxuries like operahouse tickets, nor did she have a profound love for poetry. The display of theatrical ability each and every actress and actor as they performed on stage while singing songs and passionately proclaiming lines on paper were plenty interesting, but not enough to warrant an immediate need for her to venture to the theater everyday.
Nevertheless, she was not a stranger in these parts. She was found quite often here, to the point that she had to politely decline invitations by the staff to partake in their activities. She was inexplicably drawn in and she did not know the reason why. Or perhaps she did. But just did not know how to properly express it.
It all becomes clear one day when she sees the familiar hue of scarlet enter her line of vision. Moonbeams streaming through the windows lit hair of spun gold, radiating a golden brilliance amidst the beautiful color of roses. "Saber...is that you? Caster told me that you were here too and I-”
Ah...perhaps I was waiting.
Waiting in bated breath for this person.
Just as how it was for the spellcaster in blue.
The uttered words reached her ears softly and gently, and with it an allure which resonated into the very core of her essence. Hakuno felt rooted the spot. Confusion muddled her thoughts. The logical part of herself did not know how to respond. Which is why, she would allow her heart to speak. “I...hope its not. I always....always wished to see you again.”
