DIVA. * //

and so the 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 spoke to thee — sing fallen angel, 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. ind. eva roux

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well, well, well. look who we have here. (it’s me, hi!) sorry for being gone for so long! i got distracted by a few other things (school... but mostly tma + ffxiv) but i’m here! (bc i caught up to tma + my sub is up for ffxiv so i’m just replaying a few games here and there as i go :clown emoji:) 

a few updates + need to do’s:

i go by reina now! hi. :>

i’ve updated my contact info (aka here’s my twitter + main “active” blog)

considering the game has been out for a few months i won’t hold back on adding spoilers to eva’s about page. in the mean time, i’ve updated my guidelines! take a look lovelies. uvu <3

it’s also been a few months since drafts... but people also aren’t too active anymore. i’ll just go ahead and throw out a starter call some other time as well as hop into some inboxes to see if threads are still ok to be replied to (aka my IMs are broken on this blog bye)

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⊰ — GEMINI // ( regiciders ).

@harmoniabled· || STARTER CALL  ❤

gem tried to make his footsteps deliberately audible, in an attempt to clue eva in to his approach. his hands were cradled oddly to his chest, as if protecting something fragile and precious, and he wore a smile that was as excited as it was uncertain.      ( like he was afraid, perhaps a bit irrationally, that his gift would be rejected somehow. ) ❝ i found more flower seeds. ❞ he held out his hands in offering, revealing a packet displaying a picture of colorful zinnias. ❝ these are… different, right? they look different… ❞

it was always a little exciting whenever gem managed to track down suitable gifts for everyone.      ( doing something nice… just felt nice. and they were all working so hard, too. ) though it would have been a lie to say he wasn’t also just a bit fascinated by the idea of gardening in general. the only world he could remember clearly was one already so broken and overflowing with pain. he liked the idea of filling it with something beautiful — adding new splashes of color, one flower at a time.

❝ do you think they’ll be okay…? to be honest, i don’t know the first thing about plants… ❞

       a grin creeps across her visage as gem’s footsteps grow louder, gaze initially scanning the comic previously gifted to her pause in its actions as she awaits his voice. the mention of seeds immediately brings a sparkle of interest in her irises, usual exhausted expression lighting up upon his words. ❝ they are different, ❞ she confirms, the smile of amusement morphing into one of gentle excitement. ‘ i believe the ones you brought before were for daisies. these ones are zinnias. in the language of flowers, it means longing for an absent friend. ’ and perhaps the mourning for the space they had left. but she does not say such, instead deciding to end the definition there.  

    the elder takes his outstretched hands as a meek confirmation she is allowed to take hold of the seeds, and take hold she does. she inspects the package, hum singing from the curve of her lips, and remembering how gem looked very much so like a curious child, her head tilts up at him, smile kind.

    ‘ it wouldn’t hurt to try... i’m sure with proper care, they’ll be able to bloom. would you like to join me in planting them, gem ? for all the seeds you’ve gifted me, you’ve never joined me. ’ she averts her gaze to peek into the small packet, as if to lessen the pressure of her offer. ‘ if you’re busy, that’s alright as well. there’ll always be chances to garden together in the future. ’

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⊰ — JACK // ( heimdaltm ).

truly, in the beginning, in that one moment. he thought he lost her for good, he thought he was going to carry her song with him as he continued his role in vein. watching as she began to solidify and be reduce to nothing more than a statue, it was … a painful thought to even consider. but no, jack would never voice this aloud, his actions spoke enough but to say it … it was difficult for him as one could imagine.   ❛   that’s good.   ❜   he speaks plainly as he reclines in his seat. crossing one leg over the other as he continued gaze at her. her eyes locked on the blood bead that rested innocently in her hands.

❛   it’s … a new change of pace, i guess.   ❜   he admits this without a doubt, at first, jack was all alone, working on his own until he met eva. and after that, they eventually became inseparable and close to the point where one would never be seen without the other.   ❛   it’ll take getting used to. after all, it was just us in the beginning. but if it means fulfilling our goal quicker then i’ll abide as much as i prefer avoiding the crowd.   ❜   a pause and icy blue eyes linger on her for a moment before they pried themselves away, his expression had grown strained as his words left him once more.   ❛   it’ll definitely help reduce the chances of more casualties along the way that’s for sure.   ❜

       try as he might, she can easily see through his facade of feigned calmness. she feels the prickle of his stare against her skin, as if confirming her presence; they’ve spent hours upon hours in each other’s company, both as partners and as simple friends, expressions, gestures and reactions etched into their minds as if common knowledge. death will come to them one way or another — she’s told him in that darkened space, illuminated by the stars from memories of seemingly an eternity ago: it will come and claim her and she has long since accepted the fact. and yet, eva understands. the loss of a constant is terrifying, lonely even. if jack became stone under her touch, losing all semblance of himself, the warmth replaced with nothing more than coldness of mineral, she’s sure the grief that would overcome her would be unimaginable. 

    she’s quiet for a moment, the strain in his voice grating on her ears. her lips purse, knowing what he means, knowing the pain on his features match his voice. the desire to apologize bubbles with in her, but she pushes it down, knowing it’s better not to linger ( no matter how much it weighs on their minds ). ❝ they’re all young, but very skilled, ❞ she decides to say in solemn agreement. though his gaze had been pulled away, hers doesn’t stray, and though tension remains, her gentle purple irises are ever so warm when they lay upon him. ‘ battle prowess aside, it’s been a long time since we’ve been surrounded by peaceful sounds... it’s different, but it’s a good feeling. you should try to get along with them — i’m sure they’re all interested in things you have to say. ’ her words are kind, but something else lingers. perhaps she wishes for him to surround himself with life should she ever fall to ash.

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⊰ —  ??? // ( hanaeki ).

a song ??   someone was singing ??   found it safe to sing here ??   either the person was rather confident in their abilities or weren’t so bright.   she truthfully hoped they were strong ,  because if not ,  she was ‘ obligated ’ to show them the ropes of this world.   a bother really.   finding the source ,  she found herself caught up in the song ,  the voice really.   how odd.   she thought she had lost those kinds of thoughts when she became what she was.     “  why are you singing here ??  ”

s.c // @harmoniabled··

       lost disperse into particles of dust around her, sun rays filtering through the clouds. amethyst irises sweep over her surroundings — dust often gives wake to thoughts of the passage of time, but in the world they live in, they remain ever so stagnant. bitterness does not well within her, but eva finds herself singing. it’s one of mourning, of ever fleeting wishes, for those who become monsters unable to be slain and for immortal revenants that walk paths caked with blood. 

    melodies flow from her lips, and they don’t cease upon the stranger’s question. notes reach a crescendo, before they’re carried by the wind as her gaze finally meets the newcomer. though she had sung with such power, the voice she speaks in is as gentle as its song. ❝ i believe even lost require something to ease their burdens. ❞ 

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don’t look too closely but messing w/ a design for eva’s stage outfit + chatting abt fe3h verse....<3

rose to mimic (insert cv spoiler lol)

she’s very careful in hiding her scars so she won’t be recognized outside of performing

i decided on going w/ a veil instead of a mask bc (insert spoiler also wore a veil)

her outfit outside of singing @ the opera is pretty much the same as her reg outfit in cv except like. properly covered and not tattered lol

also i’m debating on whether or not i should make her a test subject for those who slither in the dark or a manakete... when i think of her singing voice soothing ppl, i think of ninian’s dancing invigorating others, but idk. <3 

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⊰ — KAEDE // ( mcmiji ).

〘楓〙

     A smile creeps onto her face as she listens to the other talk–she could see that she truly enjoyed the things she spoke about.  It was always nice to listen and learn about the others and how they view topics.  Tomato, and noodles…she’s seen a few of those while out and about from other revenants who sold things.

    “You can prepare foods?  Like adding water to the geisha noodles?”  Her reply is filled with curiosity, since she hasn’t seen much preparation of food besides Yakumo’s onigiri making.  “That’s what cooking is, right?”

       amusement ghosts across her lips, kaede’s words easily pulling a laugh out of her. it’s a gentle sound, friendly and warm, her giggle lacking any malicious intent. ❝ well... i suppose that is a form of cooking. ❞ it just required less work and was easy to prepare ! it was like boiling eggs. simple, requiring only but a watchful eye.

       ‘ i was thinking more of... cutting vegetables and cooking them in a pan. ’ a palm raises to cradle her cheek in thought, expression troubled. ‘ unfortunately, it’s not something i can do often, though it’s fun when i’m able to... ’ soon enough, the smile returns, friendliness gracing the curve of her grin. ‘ maybe you can join me next time, kaede. then you’ll be able to experience different types of cooking... that is, if you’re interested. ’

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       she listens to him speak with a patient smile, never truly minding the ramblings of another. she enjoys listening to others talk ( in particular, the way gentle voices carry seem to be calming for her ), and pierce is ever so busy. though her attachments are few, eva values peace and often welcomes company in times their group encourages rest. she herself has a tendency to fall in the traps of duty, but having come into contact with the peaceful revenants, eva has come to appreciate these moments just that much more. 

    ❝ our minds may not remember, but our hearts always will. i don’t believe memories truly leave us; everything we intake becomes apart of us in someway... perhaps that’s the cause of nostalgia, even if we can’t recall what we seem to be missing. ❞ eyes glimmer with an odd wisdom before they’re curtained away, eva opting to sip at her tea. she remains with her eyes closed for a beat, savoring the foreign sweetness upon her tongue, and as the cup clinks against the saucer, her smile returns. 

    ‘ you don’t have to be so polite, pierce. of course i’ll help, though in return, i’d love to hear more of your tea recommendations. ’ a sheepishness runs across her features, brows slightly upturned. ‘ though, i apologize if i’m not much help... are you cross-breeding flowers, perhaps ? ’ // @dawn-broken​ ( cont. )

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NAME : reina! ♡ FACECLAIM : clover (999) just bc it took me a long time to make icons lmao PRONOUNS : she/her HEIGHT :  5ft BIRTHDAY :  oct. 21st! ( again ty for the birthday wishes! ) AESTHETIC :  pink + fluffy things + floral LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO :  these are my friends by lovelytheband  FAVORITE  MUSE (S)  YOU’VE  WRITTEN : lissa (fe:a), ayano tateyama (kagepro), soleil (fe:if), xion (kh), kotone shiomi (p3p femc)

* GETTING  TO  KNOW  THE  ACCOUNT :

WHAT  INSPIRED  YOU  TO  TAKE  ON  THIS  MUSE : in general, i often lean towards self-sacrificing muses ( red color schemes are also common among muses i pick up ). that one jack + eva scene near the end of the game also made me cry + alongside her memory echoes... she’s just too kind and loving for her own good and it kills me inside... also because i’m in love with her... miss eva please call me back. WHAT  ARE  YOUR  FAVORITE  ASPECTS  OF  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE :  i played the entirety of cv with jpn voices on, and i was really drawn to the gentle voice saori hayami gave her. i thought it was such a contrast to the powerful voice eva sings with. also, the gentleness and grace she carries herself with ma’am i’m so in love with you omg... also her design. i love that her “boa” looks like angel wings and i thought it was so neat since she provides a little “salvation” to revenants on the verge of frenzy... miss eva... ilu. opera singer of my heart...

WHAT’S  YOUR  BIGGEST  INSPIRATION  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  WRITING : i just want eva to mom everyone like literally that’s it lmao  FAVORITE  TYPES  OF  THREADS : heart to heart conversations + characters talking about how much they mean to each other... but not verbally saying it ( like they can, but i love them showing it or skirting the words of “you mean so much to me” ). those two are my favorites just bc i love reading my partner’s narration on what their character is thinking it gets me goin

BIGGEST  STRUGGLE  IN  REGARDS  TO  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE : eva’s a late game character so we don’t really get to know her so bc of that, i kinda feel myself struggling to capture her voice properly? she does come across as polite, but not overly polite... the last time i wrote a character like this was flora (fe:if) and i wrote her as incredibly polite bc of her status as a maid. i’m trying to make sure i don’t make her speech like that ojiaweorigf

Tagged by: @teaveined ( thank you so much sche! ♡ ) Tagging: @prometheums @inviatstanjeniu​ @dawn-broken and anyone else just steal it from me i wanna know abt yall ilu ♡

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@goldscheme said —

casually brews her some good ole tea. might as well while he's visiting in utmost secrecy, planned to perfection. 'so it's miss eva, isn't it? or can i call you eva?' the twenty four year old casually drawls, handing her the cup. 'careful, it's hot. you seem pretty amenable. are you being taken care of here? ' it's sincere for a man whose eyes are veiled and utterly indiscernible; blinding.

       she’s heard rumors of claude — the golden strategist, the enigma, a human of power in their ruined world of revenants. to think ! a man of such importance is here brewing her tea ! curiosity and alarm bubbles within her, but she knows better than to inquire of his purpose in her company ( they dance around the flames of caution, allowing the heat to lick their heels, but never coming close enough to receive the burns ). trust is not so easily won nor gained; they’re both aware. misplaced bonds can be a death sentence — for them who have too much to accomplish, simply being careful is an understatement. they observe another as if a hunter would their prey, on high alert, eyes following each and every move. 

    however, she simply can’t pinpoint what claude desires of her. could it be he knows of successors ? does he wish to know tales of jack the hunter ? fingertips lace together in thought as she listens to him speak, an amicable smile gracing pale lips. ❝ just eva is alright, ❞ she assures, hands raising from her lap to take the cup into her hold. her gaze falls to the warm liquid, the steam kissing her cheeks, and though peace and serenity should wrap her in its embrace, her guard doesn’t lower. the smile raises, and though she keeps a distance, her the grin mirrors the tea: warm, kind ( and dangerous, should it spill and burn ). 

    ‘ in return, claude is fine, i hope ? ’ no titles of formality, just simple efforts of budding companionship. ‘ it’s nice here... thoughts are taken into account, everyone cares for each other’s well-beings. i believe the situation here is much better than most. ’ her days as a human seem so long ago. vaguely, she wonders if he shows sincere concern from her scars. ‘ although busy, i can rest when tired. ’ eva pauses, his sincerity returned with the softness of her gaze; the concern she shows is simply one of understanding. burdens and expectations are piled high on the young man’s shoulders. 

    ‘ i hope the same can be said for you — that you have a place of comfort awaiting you. ’ which seems so silly to say when she herself would much prefer keeping onward with her duties as a watcher. she should practice what she preaches, but she knows even the strongest of people require gentle lights of warmth.

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⊰ — JACK // ( heimdaltm· ).

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❛   eva … are you alright?   ❜   now that they had finally managed to save her and bring her back safe and sound. he never had the moment to ask her if there was anything bothering her, or if there was something, anything he could do to help her. after all, he was sure that the whole ordeal was taxing on her.   ❛   are you feeling any different? … here.   ❜   alongside his question, jack held out a single blood bead to her before he sat down next to her.   ❛   i’m sure you need the energy to get back out there, right?   ❜

       eyelids lift slowly at the sound of his voice, and though exhaustion is apparent on pale features, eva still manages to offer him a smile. amusement laces itself in the curve of her grin, faint and ever present, something that demonstrates familiarity. the blood bead he offers is taken gingerly, head bobbing in the smallest of nods. ❝ thank you, jack. ❞ she says his name with the strangest hints of relief, as if pleased she could even dare address him once more. it was reassuring to know she could, and relishing in the thought, her gaze watches the liquid within the bead shift as she turns it in her hold.

    ‘ i’m alright — a little tired, but i’ll be fine. ’ she says it with sincerity because it’s true. surely it’d be an upsetting thought if he knew, but she’s long grown used to fatigue. the toll of their duties cause her to live in lethargy, but she didn’t particularly mind. a moment passes, and her head turns to meet his eye, a twinkle shining gently in amethyst hues. ‘ in truth, i feel lighter. it’s nice to have companions, don’t you think ? ’

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       ❝ onigiri... yakumo’s specialty, right ? they’re simple, yet very filling. ❞ her ankles cross, her own expression becoming thoughtful. ‘ i enjoy foods with tomato... as well as easy things to eat like noodles. ’ fingertips press together as she laughs gently, sheepishness creeping onto her features. ‘ tasty foods are nice, but really, i enjoy the preparation more than the foods itself... saying it aloud sounds a little silly though. ’ // @mcmiji​ ( cont ).

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eva is incredibly sacrificing — she toes the line between life and death and she knows it, but doesn’t bother stepping away. 

in a certain cutscene, she tells jack she knew that someday, she would die ( from the moment i took on my role, i knew this would eventually be my fate ). she takes the souls of the revenants whose blood stains her hands and carries them upon her shoulders. she won’t let their deaths be for nothing, and it’s because of that ( coupled with the anguish jack feels having to slay these revenants turned successors ) that she continues onward. 

it’s so terribly obvious taking in more than one relics places heavy burdens on her body. she’s weak from her time as a slave, and though she’s regained strength upon becoming a revenant, she coughs and collapses. in her memory echoes, she shows exhaustion much quicker than jack does ( he has experience and endurance due to his past as a soldier, but the simple act of taking a relic within the body is shown to be incredibly taxing as seen when eva slumps forward upon first meeting the duo ). 

at first, it didn’t hurt that much. she could withstand the pain, but we also don’t know how long she’s been taking in two or more relics within her. eventually, her body begins to show signs of exhaustion, it starts manifesting itself in the way she can’t hold back her coughs, but she doesn’t stop. she wants to make things easier for jack and feels the responsibility of carrying the hopes and dreams of her fellow successors. 

also, it’s because she knows that she could die, that she doesn’t cling to much. in reality, her peace is simply being by jack, having time to garden, as well as being able to sing. perhaps it’s because there isn’t really much in their world that she doesn’t require a lot. she’s satisfied with the smallest of things; she didn’t have much as a slave, but she has someone to care for, her voice again, flowers that carry the gentlest of fragrances and she thinks that’s enough. 

she’ll die one day because her body is being pushed to its limits, but she didn’t ever think she’d gain anything ever again, so sacrificing herself doesn’t sound too bad. she’s dying for someone else, and she thinks that that’s okay ( but it’s just no way to live ).

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i’m always sorta just chillin, but if you ever want to plot out a r/s ( be it romantic/platonic/familial/etc ) feel free to ask ! i do have limitations on a romantic ship ( as stated in my guidelines ), but everything else is fair game ! 

with that being said... gently saves a tag for babie ana...

⊰ — sweet violets bloom / they sing of strength & passion / gentle camaraderie ( eva & ana ; inviatstanjeniu ).

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⊰ — MAKOMO // ( truefoxx ).

that was the idea. to find her group as fast as she could, before they did something drastic to find her. before they wrote her off as deceased. while she hadn’t mentioned it, her group had created a time-limit to how long they would search for a missing member. while that limit was drawing closer, she knew sabito would do his best to lengthen that time, wanting nothing more than to find her.

“ you really don’t have to though. i don’t want to be a bother or anything. ”     she was sure eva had something more important to do.     “ always. our leader has a certain … style to his clothes. ”     that was putting it lightly.     “ &. he always has a certain mask somewhere on him, seeing how it wouldn’t be useless to wear outside. ”

       she finds it silly makomo urges eva away. not because she’s offended her willingness to help is being pushed to the side, but because the group as a whole have such tendency to meddle in each other’s affairs. try as they might, eva has found secrets hardly exist among them ( they’ll be sure to be found out later, after all ). it’s for that very reason eva laughs ever so gently, smile warm. 

    ❝ you’re not a bother, so no need to worry. i’m sure the others would be eager to help. plus, we travel quite often ourselves; searching as we go would help the process. ❞ and with that, she hums thoughtfully, head tilted to the side. ‘ a mask... like yours, perhaps ? what about the colors he wears ? ’

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⊰ — LOUIS // ( prometheums ).

     please mom im trying to read. he’s been so engrossed with the tale that he almost didn’t notice the scent of tomato soup in the air. had she not caught his attention for a brief moment, he’s sure he would have gone hours without noticing, and the soup would be little more than lukewarm sludge.

…

well, he can’t exactly say no.

‘ yeah, i’ll go to bed soon, ‘ his reply is short and reassuring as always, but almost dissappointed. 

‘ i guess i got caught up in this book again. i remember reading it all the time, but it feels like every time i open it, it’s like i’ve never read it before. i know it sounds strange, ‘ he glances at eva for a moment, expectantly.

‘ i can lend it to you if you want. ‘

       well read in the morning when you’re energized, child. she meets his gaze with understanding, the tips of her hair tickling her chin as she shakes her head. their lives are spent forgetting and remembering — in truth, she thinks it’s stranger how accustomed she’s become to the cycle. eva thinks it’s nice he chases after semblances of recognition ( she herself clings to so little ).

    ❝  i don’t believe it’s strange, ❞ she assures, a hand smoothing the fabric of her dress under her thighs as she settles in the long sofa diagonal of him. ‘ when stepping away from anything for so long, what’s familiar feels foreign, but our hearts still recall. ’ as she speaks, her hands fold together atop her lap, and though she had scolded prior, interest gleams quite clearly in amethyst hues. 

    ‘ as for lending it to me... it’s alright; you can tell me about it as you eat. ’ however, even despite her gentle urge, it all leads back to her acknowledgement to his need of rest. one can only go so long wandering vein for hours at a time only to stay awake for several hours into the night after. 

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PERSONALITY TRAITS * .

RATIONALITY

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesize and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

SENSITIVITY

You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

RESILIENCE

You have a tendency, after a setback, to turn your emotions towards restriving. What attracts you is the idea of wiping out a humiliation by resumed action – overcoming weakness, repressing your fear. Because part of your motive is pride, you can sometimes be unwilling to admit weakness or to receive aid. But at heart, your insistence on coming back and never folding has taught you a valuable pessimism: you know that important journeys are never easy.

tagged by: @inviatstanjeniu​ & @dawn-broken​ ( thanks so much ! ) tagging: i’m sure everyone on the feed has been tagged, but if you haven’t, i tag you ♡

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⊰ — TSUBASA // ( isolcted ).

          NODDING at the womans response Tsubasa slowly stood from her stance. although she was not at 100%, she was more that prepared now that she had someone at her side. until now she was traveling alone, it was not uncommon for her to have a partner when protecting Mido, however, they were only temporary as they would perish to the lost. now that she only had one person to protect, she would do as she should have done before. her goal was to protect her partner. 

          “thank you, i am, somewhat, alright now, i should be able to hold out a fight if necessary.” she was extremely thankful for the womans kind intent. Tsubasa took her time && followed her at the pace she was given. “i apologize for any burden i have caused you. i haven’t even given you my name yet, please call me Tsubasa. may i ask for the name of the one that saved me?”  

       even despite the younger’s insistence, eva’s alertness doesn’t relax. she isn’t compliant enough as to allow someone so obviously exhausted to carry their own weight in a fight. it’s what companions ( no matter how brief ) do. call eva softhearted, but she finds it better than being cold-hearted. they may reform elsewhere should they disperse into dust, but revenants lose a part of themselves each and every time. this girl ( tsubasa, she says her name is ) already looks so lost and wary; how cruel would it be for eva to allow her to fall deeper into that state of being ?

    ❝ you’ve done nothing that warrants an apology, tsubasa. i took it upon myself to come help. i don’t think my actions are things you should be saying sorry for. ❞ amusement laces itself in her voice, something along the lines of your thanks is enough hanging between them. ‘ my name is eva — there’s no need to be so formal, alright ? ’