𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦.

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡.

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@flamewings sent: the ' if they had a kid meme ' for kira and joshua !!! 💗

name: elethea rosfield, often nicknamed "el" or "thea" by the people who are closest to her. her mom in particular was the one who started calling her thea when she was little.

gender: female, uses she/her

general appearance: she takes after joshua a lot in terms of appearance, with the same strawberry blonde hair and just as wavy, but she has her mother's eyes, the same violet hue as well. elethea is a little bit taller than kira, which she blames on joshua and never lets him forget it ... she also inherited a smile that looks very similar to her father's. when she grows older, she often wore fabrics of red and purple along with her clothes, a combination of what she has seen on both her parents' outfits.

personality: as a child, elethea was a kind and friendly child, though remarked to be quite outspoken and mischievous when she can be. she had such a bright demeanor, able to entertain a conversation with nearly everyone she met, and always loved talking to her parents, often seen chatting with them as they walked, holding one of their hands in each of hers. she loved hearing her father tell her stories, listening when it was time for bed, though kira had remarked that maybe the bedtime stories only woke her up more, because she often asked joshua questions ever so often and they end up having a conversation about the stories he tells her. she definitely loved following joshua around like a little duckling as a kid, holding onto his sleeve the entire time. when elethea grew older, she had a sense of adventure and curiosity of the world, as well as wanting to do good, just as her parents raised her and seeing their example.

special talents: elethea's weapon of choice is a sword similar to her father's, favoring the blade. i also think she'd have a talent in something related to art, maybe painting ... she grew up loving listening to her father's stories and she in turn brings words to life on the canvas.

who they like better: you could never make elethea choose, she would absolutely refuse. even when she was little and her parents' friends from the hideaway tried to get an answer from her, she'd simply huff and refuse, and still does so now.

who they take after more: she definitely has a lot of joshua's mannerisms, and i think she'd have a manner of speaking and have a similar eloquence to her words like joshua and his vocabulary.

personal head canon: elethea was nicknamed "dove", because she was born in a time when joshua and kira had been able to find peace at one point. also, her father's the phoenix and her mother's the raven, which would be so cute. though it was much to everyone's surprise that elethea does not like carrots ... kira just sighed when she saw their daughter's plate with carrots still on it, and then gave joshua a look. elethea also calls kira and joshua as "mama and papa", and she used to scrunch her nose when she tried calling them "mother and father" because she couldn't get used to it. she cannot dance for the life of her, much to the amusement of her mother who tried to teach her. i also think that elethea aspires to be great, because she was inspired by her parents, she wanted to achieve something that will make their legacy proud.

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HAPPY ( LATE ) BIRTHDAY, KIRA! @flamewings sent: ❝ just a little farther now. ❞ his fingers grasp at kira's own as a gentle hand rests upon her waist , guiding her. a surprise awaits her in the distance , to which joshua requested that the other keep her eyes closed for the remainder of the journey. he slowly brings them to a stop before requesting that she waits a moment , joshua jumping down from the small ledge himself. ❝ careful , watch your step here. there's a bit of a drop. ❞ he turns and extends his hand upwards to help her down , though also prepared to catch her if she trips or loses her balance. though as expected , kira has little in the way of trouble and they continue on their way. after walking for a few more minutes , he stops moving forward and the smile is evident in his voice. ❝ you may open your eyes now. ❞ before them stands a grove , wisteria trees swaying gently in the breeze and sunlight dappling the grass and fallen petals below. at the center of the area lay a large woolen blanket , royal purple in hue and more than large enough for the two of them to lay upon it if they so wish. in the corner sits a large woven picnic basket , full of various foods and drink — including favourites of the ravens that he knows are never too far away. ❝ happy birthday , kira. ❞ a kiss brushes the back of her knuckles with the utmost love and care.

at first, kira had thought that there was a matter that joshua required her help with, after he had asked her to accompany her somewhere. she had been busying herself around the hideaway, primarily having been assisting the cursebreakers with their assignments. not even obolus at the helm of the boat would tell her where they were headed. it was much to the raven's surprise to hear that the phoenix had something planned for her. she hadn't thought he remembered it was her birthday, for the simple fact that there was far too much going on in valisthea to allocate any time for a celebration. there could have been a list the length of the twins if she were to write down every single thing that needed to be finished. and yet, it was undeniable, the way her heart practically leapt at the thought that he had taken the time to arrange this. her eyes remain closed as she trusts him to guide her, and she does not dare to take a peek, feeling the grass beneath her boots. ❛     is it too late for me to ask where we're headed, my love?    ❜    kira asked, the corners of her lips curving upwards into a grin. her hand is intertwined with his, feeling his other 'pon the curve of her hip. there is a teasing tone in her voice when she says, ❛    i never took you for planning behind my back whilst i was gone ... what else could you be hiding, hm?    ❜

she stops in her place when she suddenly feels him leave her grasp, but she still does not open her eyes. her hand reaches out for a moment, in search of his, and it finds his once again not long after. kira had every trust in joshua, and she had jumped without a sliver of hesitation. it is only when he finally says she could open her eyes that she does, turning towards joshua first before she finally sees the sight before them : it was a beautiful sight, wisteria trees beneath the golden light, a few petals floating in the winds as they swayed. she loved the sight of wisterias, so reminiscent of a home she loved, and she hasn't seen many of them outside of hazakura ... she wonders if joshua had found this place himself.

❛    oh ...      ❜    she breathes out, a quiet voice that was heavy with awe as she seemed to stare, lips parted. there was so much care that he had put into all of this ... it nearly overwhelms her. it is only when she suddenly feels the kiss to the back of her hand that she turns her gaze back to the phoenix. one could nearly drown in the adoration within amethyst hues that she harbors for him. she cups his face in her hands, smiling up at him as a small laugh escapes her lips. ❛    it's ... i'm at a loss for words. i can't believe you took the time to do this. but, you truly are wonderful, joshua. for doing this, for taking the time to arrange all of this. gods, you truly are wonderful.      ❜

kira leans up and captures his lips with hers, kissing him softly, as she leans in closer to him yet. a moment later, and she rests her forehead against his, ❛    i love this ... and i love you, joshua.      ❜  she tells him, her voice a whisper. with a kiss to his cheek, she takes his hand within his and led him towards the picnic that he had prepared. to be able to spend this day with him after so long ... it was more than she thought she could have asked for.

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@flamewings sent: [ 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender tends to receiver’s wounds.

much to the instruction of the hideaway's healer, the raven has since turned the infirmary cot into her perch, as she feels the wounds dealt to the side of the skin that covers her ribcage by an opponent's blade. tarja's orders were simple: to be mindful of any bleeding through the bandages that have been wrapped around her torso, and to stay put. the exasperation in the healer's voice had been obvious, given that her previous patients did not have a very good record of following the latter. there was little else to blame for her current state but her own pride. it was by her own volition that she had stepped forward, brandishing her spear in hand as she faced off the oncoming mercenaries in effort to give the others time to escape. one who wielded a greatsword had suddenly swung at her, and she had only narrowly escaped. perhaps she had some luck in her left, given that it had not cut her as bad as it could have ... or at least that had been what she told joshua along with a sheepish grin.

in the back of her mind, she thanks her brother matusko's own poultices that she keeps on her at all times, per his instruction. she already feels the cool salve work it's magic. after all, kira could not afford to waste a moment being bedridden, not when there was far too much to do. she would not allow herself to fall until she sees her ambitions to the end.

her head tilts to the side as she watches the phoenix approach, his company always a welcome one, though she would have rather he not see her in such a state, lest the sight would sow the seeds of worry into his heart. it is only when her violet eyes watch the glow of his palm near her does she realize ... kira is quick to take a hold of his wrist, fingers curled around his wrist gently, simply holding his palm away from her.

❛     don't.    ❜    her voice was stern, but barely above a whisper. ❛     joshua, you needn't use the phoenix's flames. tarja's healing surely will do enough work. she said i'll be here no more than a day. i do not want you using your energy when you yourself should be resting as well.    ❜   

just as quickly as the furrow in her brow had appeared, her expression softens. the hand that had been holding his wrist brings his hand closer, until she could place a kiss along his knuckles, nearly in reverence. ❛     i promise you, i'm fine. but if you're truly worried about me, you could stay a while longer ... make sure i am not disobeying tarja's instructions.    ❜    there is an edge of tease to her voice as she grinned at him, ❛    and i'm certain she wouldn't object if i can keep you in the infirmary a little longer, as you so adamantly refuse to.    ❜ 

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@flamewings sent: sender leans on receiver for support 💕🥰

her ravens tell her where he is, even if the distance between them grew. the words were on the tip of her tongue, wanting to ask him not to stray far from her, but they knew they could not hold each other back as they make their way through the battlefield. she loses sight of him in the pandemonium of it all, the corvids high above in the sky serve as her eyes and ears. not even they fly too close to the phoenix's flames, archivists of the battle, witnesses of it all. kira had faith in joshua, and yet her worry does not subside in regards to his condition. she stands there in the aftermath of it all, her chest heaving as she grips her naginata tightly in one hand. one of her corvids descent from the clouds and to her outstretched hand, and it is not long after that she takes off running to where her ravens had told her the phoenix had been last seen.

kira makes it just in time to see the flames of the phoenix subside, landing onto the ground once again. she breathes out a sigh of relief. he was alright, the fire bird's flames burn ever bright. a sigh of relief escapes her. without a care for the armor beneath her that litters the grounds, she sheathes her spear; the raven takes flight towards the phoenix once again.

❛    joshua!       ❜ his name is called from her lips and she reaches his side, finally. she sees him begin to stagger [ presumably having exerted his abilities as a dominant far too much, which she thinks that neither tarja nor jote would not be too pleased to hear once again ] and she quickens her pace. kira catches him before he falls, supporting his weight so that he could lean against her. she wraps an arm around his waist and puts his own over her shoulder, bringing him to her side.

he still felt warm, remnants of his flames. her brows knit as she observes his features, ❛      lean on me if you can't stand.  i've got you.    ❜ she tells him, ❛      we'll return to the hideaway soon, but you must move with me, my love. we can't linger here any longer, lest we be found once again.     ❜

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@flamewings sent: [ intent ] sender leans their forehead against receiver's 🥰

the flames of the phoenix were said to be able to heal all wounds of those inflicted by war, to which rosaria has looked up to its blinding light, like moths to a flame ... no, kira thinks. it would be a disservice to their memory for her to use such an allegory. they looked to the phoenix as though it was the only light that mattered, because it was theirs. like humans who had lived in the darkness for a lifetime and saw the day for the very first time. what a heavy burden it must be, for the dominant to carry all of that hope on his shoulders, but never was the weight meant for him alone to bear ... he did not have to be. while he burns bright, her palms are shadowed with ash. not even the phoenix's flames could cleanse her hands of their sin. she is not one who is ashamed of what she has done, but she supposes she finds solace in knowing she still felt guilt. that there may be something human in her that she has not killed. yet, she herself keeps him away at blade's length without second thought. she is content to thrive within the shadows, forging mask after mask, all that fit her visage well and made from fragmentary pieces of herself, but never quite her. and perhaps frightening, that within the seconds she had learned that joshua lived, she had found herself moving before she could act. how she had pulled him into her embrace without second thought, and that was the first time her mask had slipped, beneath the glow of his light. she is content with the shadows, just as she knows it is no place for him. in a world plagued by the blight, the world will expect him to be the second sun before all would be turned into wastelands.

within one of the many nooks of the hideaway can the witch be found, speaking in hushed tones to the crow that sits perched atop her raised hand. she sees him in her peripheral vision, along with the sound of his footsteps as the corvid in her hand takes flight away. kira does not think she will ever understand why joshua draws her closer, or why a simple pull from him would have her stepping into the light without hesitation, but she finds herself close to him once more.

❛      you've returned.      ❜ there is relief in her voice when she spoke, quiet in comparison to the usual, piercing tone with which she often sings. and she sighs, feeling his forehead against her own, drawn ever closer still. a hand raises to hold his cheek in her palm, ❛      you'd arrived later than i had expected, thought something was amiss with the expedition. are you tired?      ❜

the question is raised so softly, as if whatever he may say to answer would be a secret kept between only the two of them. the hand that had cupped his visage moves to perch onto the back of his neck, keeping him there if only for a moment longer. ❛      lean against me, if you need. i won't tell anyone.      ❜ she smiles, if only the ghost of a grin. ❛      come, you must rest. hm, or if you're too stubborn to, there's something i'd like to pick your thoughts on. the others can manage if i steal you away for a while, yes?      ❜