( during the spades stay with the wbs ) Years she waited to see the little flower she loved as though a daughter and now she is expected to treat her as a stranger, after all the little flower didn't want her identity revealed yet, did she? Aurelia would be patient, waiting for her to come out herself but still a clue she /knew/ is casually spoken. ❝Hurry up little flower~❞ a nickname she often called her by. ❝You will miss dinner just watching the sea❞ waiting for a specific division perhaps?
ADDRESSED ENDEARINGLY AS A TERM ALL TOO FAMILIAR, the aforementioned flower is seized from the captivating view of the ocean, and drawn to the very voice seemingly untouched by time ——– An angel, Tomoe deemed her since a child, and still to this day, saw her in that same light. Her youthful appearance despite the passing of two decades only further convincing her of such.
Lips agape, taken aback by the nostalgia carried through the gentle voicing of an old nickname that was frozen in time until this evening. Did she know? Did she know the hungry, ragged child she once befriended in the woods of Wano, was now standing before her today? Now a fully-fledged samurai, far from the lands from which she always sought to escape from ——– Of course, she had planned to make her identity known eventually, but was such a revelation necessary when she’d been almost entirely convinced it wasn’t, simply due to the knowing smile the eldest nurse offered to her now?
Her heart trembled, immensely touched if that were truly the case. Leaving her to truly ponder if her stumbling here with the Spade pirates wasn’t merely by chance, but had unfolded due to the workings of fate itself.
❛❛ Ah ——– yes! I’m on my way. ❜❜ She answers obediently. Crimson scouring the ocean behind her once more before red heels proceed to follow the nurse inside the dinning area.
On a mission, she had overheard the resident pirates earlier ; the first division and their commander in charge having accomplished their tasks and were expected to return any minute now ——– Merely just the mention of his name evokes the imagery of familiar azure, setting the flower’s heart on fire ——– one inextinguishable as it had proved more than strong enough to live through even twenty years.
Would he too, recall her? Merely a trivial memory she assumed herself to be, yet Aurelia had proven her entirely wrong tonight ——– So, was it so unrealistic to expect the same from him as well? Perhaps. But she was counting on it regardless ; praying her immense feelings would magically reach him in the same way he once did her once upon a time.
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