Symphony of the White Cloud

Indie RP blog for Shiroi Kumo from Final Fantasy Unlimited || Established Sept 2020 || Mun 30+ || Sideblog to Muses-of-Kira

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This is an independent Roleplay Blog for Shiroi Kumo / White Cloud of Final Fantasy Unlimited counterpart of Kuroki Kaze / Black Wind. If you have not read / watched this series know that this blog will cover a lot of potentially triggering content and it will be tagged as  “ tw; trigger” .  This is not a spoiler free blog and spoilers for this series will go untagged as it is 20 years old.  

This blog is a side blog to the blog @muses-of-kira and all follows and asks will come from that blog.  All asks will be sent as   (Symphonicsoul) “Ask text here”

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Tales of Wonderland 

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Permanent Starter Call

Master Lists 

Misterica Centric Memes: 

Open Meme to Speak to The People of Misterica

Kumo talking about his life on Misterica

Kumo writing names in Misterican and Wonderlandian

Drawing Question Meme 

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Palette Meme To Do List 

Please know that this is a moved blog. It once was a @shiroi-kumo but alas I lost the e-mail and the password so I had to move him over here. I spend more time on my multi-muse anyway so it’s just all around for the better. 

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This blog posts a lot of in-depth headcanons. I ask that you do not reblog any of my headcanons or my roleplay threads without my permission.  

Thank you so much for showing interest in my blog and I hope that you enjoy your stay!

💙✨ Kira

** Affiliated with @helixoflife  @aquaticsoul,  @frequencypawn @kigendragon and  @restoringorder

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[earthenwill]

"We stay at a place called the Comodeen," the man called Tuulta explains. "It is not ours. Cid, Miles, and Knave have been gracious enough to let any Mistericans and other lost souls stay there for shelter and food. Cid is a good kid but... impulsive. Miles and Knave I have only spoken to once. It is their home. That grey complex at the other end of the forest. I try to help do what I can where I can."

The red man still says he wants to repay him. For his precious baby brother.

"I get it now," he replies.

If somebody had taken care of Ven or Aqua, he'd do almost anything for that person and it still wouldn't feel like enough.

It's not lost on him that they could have gotten grabbed by that claw or-

Or they're in the Keyblade Graveyard waiting for him so that Xehanort can kill them in front of him as promised when he'd struck down Master Eraqus.

Aqua can take Xehanort, can't she?

Or maybe this man can help him do it. He has a dragon, after all, and he hadn't even needed a Keyblade to call it from the looks of things. Their power combined would be able to handle him for sure.

"If you really want to," he begins, "I... need to save my brother from whatever's going to happen to him. And my best friend from whatever's waiting for her. It's our fight, so don't feel like you have to, but- I won't say no to your help, either. And we should get everyone back safe first. I'll take up the back since you're carrying him."

[symphonicsoul]

✩°｡⋆☼⋆｡°✩ There is a nod of understanding from the solar king as his lunar counterpart comes to join his side. This man says that his family is in danger and he needs help and honestly if he's here in this place then he probably doesn't know where they are either. Which could also prove a problem considering how long it took him to find Sitriini and the others. He's happy to know - that at the very least - Sitriini hasn't been alone all this time. At least he's had Sielu. At least he's had Setä Tuulta.

He can at least thank the Celestial Mother for that.

"I see. I'll help however I can." He pauses offering a hidden smile behind the mask that covers his face. "But first we need to get someone to look at Sielu and Sitriini. They should be in bed. So let's focus on getting to a safe location and then we talk - Terra was it?"

He continues, nodding to Tuulta as the knight leads the way and he feels their new friend take up the back just as he said he would. They should be - fine like this. They should be able to finally find a space to rest and look after each other. Find something nice to eat and a decent place to sleep. Bouncing from town to town has had it's uses but he really wouldn't mind having a place where they could actually stop for a while. It's been too many years since he's had a place to do so.

He glances down for a moment and he feels a sort of ease he hasn't been able to feel for quite come time. Sitriini has made himself comfortable in his arms and leaned his head against his chest and simply closed his eyes as if this were a dream and he could simply sleep his worries away now that big brother was here to solve all his problems.

Sielu - he thinks with a pause as golden eyes rise to glance towards the form of the man laying in Setä Tuulta's arms - looks rough. He looks weak for the lack of a better word. He looks small - and not in the way about him that says he's short but more like tiny and he's barely been surviving the time that they've been here. Only Tiamat knows how long they've been without Sydän and he can't imagine how hard that's been on him.

Maybe he's just thinking negatively and she's back where they're staying. Maybe she's fine. He can't imagine one being without the other after all. That - that would shatter Sielu. So it's not something he really wants to think about.

"Setä Tuulta - about how far away is it, would you say?"

[aquaticsoul]

The man shakes his head in response. No, he's not hurt.

He really does have to be stressed though. Emotionally, he's obviously in agony.

The slight frown on the avian's face deepens into something even more concerned. Something is very wrong with this whole situation. The chase, the commotion, and now the tears that feel as if they're tiny daggers chipping away at his own heart.

Haya's voice whispers in the back of his mind that their souls know each other and that if he can just get through to this man and keep him safe, things will work out just fine.

He has no reason to disbelieve the Gods, and especially not Haya.

"Hey," he begins, keeping his voice low as not to be any more intimidating than he already knows he is. "I know you're scared. I'm only here to help. I will protect you. Can you tell me your name? Mine is Căntec... and... where are your shoes, my friend?"

[symphonicsoul]

He feels everything coursing through him at a thousand miles a minute while his head spins from the rush. This man - with giant wings and made of so much blue is looking down at him and trying to help him. He says his name is Căntec and that he'll protect him. He wants to know his name and something in the back of his mind is screaming at him not to tell him but there is a tug at his heart that says it will all be okay if he does.

"I - I'm - Strălucire. I - I ran when someone attacked me. He woke me up and saved my life but I left him behind." He cries as he holds his knees to his chest. "He saved my life and I just left him. I left Furtună behind. I have to go back for him, but what if that beast is there - but Furtună. I can't just abandon him. He's all I have. He's all I have. I can't leave him."

He doesn't know what he's supposed to do because if the man that attacked him is still there then what will happen if he goes back - but if he doesn't will they hurt Furtună? Have they already hurt him? He can't leave him behind and he won't feel safe again until he has him in his arms.

"I have to go back and get him. I have to find Furtună. Will you help me?"

[kuraedo]

Sketch commission for Kira Elric!!

[aquaticsoul]

The vice around his lungs squeezes so tight he feels they may burst as he doubles over in front of Varjo a complete mess of himself.

Now isn't the time to panic, but he doesn't fucking know how to stop. He chokes out a pathetic sob as he tries to pull in more air to explain, but all he can manage is, "Sinfonia."

He reaches forward to grab Varjo's hand, to lead him to the clearly dying man on the floor, and he can't seem to move fast enough. He doesn't feel like he can. He doesn't feel like he'll be able to help or keep Sinfonia alive, but he very well can't abandon him either.

Just because it feels hopeless doesn't mean it has to be, right? And maybe if he's lucky, Lord Haya will show up again.

If he didn't drive him away forever, anyway. He doesn't really know what a god of music will be able to fix, but surely he's more capable of helping than a regular Misterican.

Varjo takes off like a round fired from a gun, and Tuulta follows after once he picks his bag up off the ground. He's not sure why Sielu would be screaming, considering how silent the musician has become as of late, but it can't be good.

And with the way he only gets out Sitriini's name, it isn't. A million possibilities zip through his mind as his feet lift off the ground and he flies down the hall.

None of them, not a single one, prepares him for the actual sight of his godchild sprawled lifelessly on the palace floor, right arm unraveling before his eyes.

Arms are almost always the first to go. Arms or legs, and both are... difficult to work with. Fading limbs to this extent mean that the person is just as likely to be possible to bring back as they are to fade away forever, and the only real determinant is whether the Gods choose to assist him or not.

"Fuck - Varjo!" he barks. "Get me Palo and Leimahdus, meet in my office. RUN. I need more hands NOW."

He gathers the too-limp body into his arms, wasting no further precious seconds flying as fast as he can make himself go towards his office. All he can do is pray he's making the right call.

It gives him more options, more room, and overall better care if he's not in the floor.

"Listen to me Sitriini. Do not fucking fade on me," he pleads as he lays him on the sole bed and puts the railing down. "Not yet. Don't you dare."

Well-practiced hands work faster than his mind consciously registers as he pulls off the shirt that's in his way, tossing it to the floor. Monitors and oxygen come next - he needs someone to be able to read vitals when they get there so his focus isn't so split up - and of course it's his heart again that's the problem.

It's difficult to get access to a vein in his left arm, but on the second attempt he manages it.

"Hurry the hell UP!" he yells towards the hallway. "I NEED HELP!"

[symphonicsoul]

⏾⋆.˚ Split up. They'll cover more ground. He doesn't have to see Sitriini to know this is bad. Kapteeni Tuulta doesn't panic and he doesn't yell. Basically ever unless someone is actively fading out and with that person being his godson, he can understand the panic. He's flying through the halls to stop at Leimahdus' office first where he only throws the door open and screams "Tuulta's office. NOW. Sitriini is FADING!!!"

The elder medic is out of his chair in an instant and flying down the hall to the place he was told to go without question. Next he's at Palo's classroom in a flash swinging the door open and he doesn't have time to worry about the wide jade eyes that turn to look at him with surprise.

"Tuulta's office NOW. Emergency!" He yells only to get a single sentence in return.

"What color?"

"ORANGE!"

He watches her eyes widen as she too yells "REVON! Take Pilvi to Valo and Aamunkoitto."

She's racing out of the room with a very obviously pre-packed bag in her hand as she rushes to Kapteeni Tuulta. Revon is shuffling in the room trying to remain a calm as possible as he lifts the child in question and gathers him up in his arms to carry him off to the company of his other binds.

It's only then that he starts to head back to find out how bad the situation actually is.

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ He doesn't have the wherewithal to really understand what's happening just that Kummisetä is suddenly next to him and lifting him from the ground and he wonders if his wrist brace came with them. Everything is too fast and too muffled and just a mess. He hears 'listen to me' and 'don't fade', so whatever is going on with his right arm must be bad because he can't breath and the sensation in his arm is completely gone.

Where's Sielu?

Maybe he got sent on another mission and he hopes it's not mother because she's had enough stress and he really doesn't want her to see him like this. While he wants her, he also doesn't because she doesn't need to see him fade. Isä fading was enough and she doesn't really need to deal with that for her son.

He's down on a bed in a room with bright lights and he doesn't like any of it but there's no strength or energy to fight of complain. His tie and shirt come off of him at record speeds and something is being shoved into his left arm. Everything is so extremely bright. There's voices - Kummisetä is yelling.

There's another voice.

"What do you need?" It sounds. Followed by a different voice who sounds equally as flustered.

"Tell us what you need. We'll handle this Tuulta. We're not losing him."

'Losing him? Who's lost? Oh, me probably. I'm sorry Kummisetä but the sky is very loud.'

It's his final thought before his closes his eyes. At the very least he can do something about how bright these damn lights are.

[symphonicsoul]

sinfonia, does it bother you that sielu started out as a fan of yours? would you rather him have not known?

"I mean - does or doesn't is irrelevant. There's few in the kingdom who aren't a fan of me. It would have been difficult to find a bond in the Kingdom who wasn't somehow influenced by my music. Even if he wasn't a fan of my music - there was no way for him not to know about it.

So I mean, I suppose if I have to pick between the two I guess I would rather get courted by someone who likes me and my work than someone who doesn't like my work. Sielu, at his core, is still a musician and that means its hard for him to not know me with my level of fame. The only way this could have been avoided was if I wasn't famous.

The thing is, he's not a weird fan. He's not the women who hang themselves off my arm when I go out to go shopping or to the library. He's not the men who think they have a shot the second they figure out I'm gay. He's not shoving flowers in my face and thinking they're owed something type or the do nice things only to expect a "return" on their kindness type either.

The fact Sielu was a fan of mine is irrelevent - because I wouldn't even call him that. He isn't one to brag that he's courting someone so famous and when he does talk about me as his bond, he doesn't do so like it's a big deal. I'm just a guy to him. A guy who happens to be royal and extremely famous. "

"He hardly says my name. Instead it is a slew of nicknames. Cat, kitty, kitty boy, komea, komea poika, the list goes on. He barely calls me by name and only really does so when it's just us. My name is very intimate for him so it's extra loving when he calls me Sitriini. He's not courting me because I'm famous. He's courting me because as he put it "I don't have a stale cracker for a soul." He loves my weird, and my weird is not part of my musician.

He loves board game night and laying in the bath. Watching movies even though I can't finish them basically ever and he doesn't mind all the pitfalls with my fragile health. He's not here because I'm famous. He's here because I'm me. He loves me as Sitriini Sinfonia, that weird orange music teacher who really loves cats. Not, Sitriini Sinfonia, the famous musician.

So no, it doesn't bother me and to correct your question, Sielu didn't start out as one of my fans, he still to this day, is my biggest fan of them all."

[symphonicsoul]

sinfonia, did you ever want to be famous as a kid?

"Did I ever - want to be famous as a kid? Honestly, no. I didn't want to be famous as an adult. I didn't pick my violin up in the hopes I would be become a famous musician one day. I didn't even enter that contest in the hopes of it. Mother entered it for me. She said I was good enough and I believed her. I was twelve. I wanted to play my music and read my books and take my naps. My health was already very fragile at that point.

I had my first scare with my heart when I was barely three years old. I was fragile from the day I was born and Kuumisetä was gifting me with the bathtub Sielu jokingly calls a pool when I was barely a teenager. I guess it did sort of feel like a pool back then. My life has always been about pain management. I have never lived a normal life - so when it came to performing and putting on live shows night after night - it wore me down so quickly.

I knew burn out before I was fifteen years old. No child should ever live a life like that but I never knew it wasn't normal until I met Sielu. I'm so jealous of him and his tiny little house. I'm so jealous of how he knows how to shut off his brain and he just knows how to relax almost like a secondary process than something he has to train himself to do.

I was raised in a life where I never knew how to stop. I was also raised in a life where saying "no" to things or speaking up for myself was foreign. One of the very first lessons I remember being taught was how to drop my horns and how long to hold them down to show respect to those around me. Sielu just has - no concept of this in his mind and he's so carefree about it. I'm jealous. He tried to teach me but I don't know if it's something I will ever understand.

My entire life has always functioned on a schedule to the point that even in retirement from performance, I still keep my whole day on a very tight schedule planned out by the hour.

No. I never wanted to be famous as a child or even as an adult but those are the cards I've been dealt. I can't imagine a life where I wasn't. Losing the stage crushed me because it was the biggest source of encouragement in my life. It was also the only real time I was social. It gave me Karkki and Harjanne and Vuori and they are irreplaceable to me. I adore them even if we don't see each other like we used to.

Fame is the reason I have such a comfortable life style. Fame is the reason for many things in my life and while I am jealous of most of the simple parts of Sielu's life, I fear that someone without my income would not be able to afford the level of medical care I have to live with. My Sumunaamio was custom built just for me so I could have medication at all times. Small timed puffs that go off to make sure it keeps my ailments in check.

I wouldn't have been able to perform without it. I didn't want to be famous but I didn't want to be disabled either. Regardless both are apart of who I am. I wouldn't throw either part of me away for any reason."

[earthenwill]

It almost sounds like Oranssi is screaming 'Aqua', but changing a letter. Maybe they mean the same thing.

Before he can offer to check on the unconscious man, a woman with deep purple hair appears and soothes the whole situation far better than he could hope to.

Seeing as how she has it way more under control than he does, he rises back to his full height. He almost feels invasive for standing here watching a reunion like this.

He's about to turn and give them space when there's a firm hand clapped onto his shoulder and thanks from the man in red. Aurinko is his name, and it has the same R sound he's going to struggle with for a while that Oranssi does.

"Oh, you don't owe me anything. My name's Terra. Nice to meet you," he replies, putting his right hand out to shake. "There's no way I'm gonna let some monster eat my new friend."

With Aurinko headed for Sitriini, he's left to pick up the literal pieces around him.

He doesn't want anyone else to do it anyway. This is a Knight's job.

And with Tiger's Fang specifically, it is a job with his name on it and no one else's. It takes more effort than he wants to admit to lift the blade from the mud if only because he's scared it will disappear from his grasp the moment he touches it.

Alas, it is just as real and just as solid as the day it was cast.

He remembers too vividly the teasing he'd given Sitruuna over its jagged, eccentric shape. "It's weird just like you," he'd said. That had died quickly after seeing him actually use the daggers.

His bag isn't too far, waiting for him where he'd thrown it to the wayside to fight. In it, he finds a clean cloth and starts to wipe away the mud and years of buildup off this half of Tiger's Fang.

Only when it turns from tarnished off-brown back to a recognizable yellow does he decide it's good enough until he can get "home" and polish it.

The thought nags, though, that this is only one half. Does Voltaire still have the other?

Or, maybe, is it somewhere on the ground in one of the pouches cut free off the beast's belt?

For that matter, is what's left of Varjo in one of them too, or was it hastily discarded because fabric provides no taste?

Gently, he wraps the dagger in a different cloth and tucks it neatly into the outer pocket of his bag before he starts picking up the pouches and placing them into the bigger compartment. He'll have to find out at "home", because he's not certain his heart can bear any more breaking right now.

His boots carry him towards his boys just like they always have, and he kneels to take Sielu from Kuu to avoid certain disaster should the small ocean wake up.

At least he isn't hurt any more by the looks of things, and neither is Sitriini.

He still checks the man's vitals anyway. He can never be too safe, especially with someone who blatantly refuses medical treatment most of the time.

"He's fine, Sunspot," he says. "Don't worry. He's just exhausted. How about we get you two in bed and you can purr him all better?"

[symphonicsoul]

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ Kummisetä is taking Aqua away from him but if there was anyone to do it, he would rather it be him. There's no one he trusts more than his God father with his Bond's health. Besides, he already knows that when Aqua comes to - if he's still himself - he will already be crawling up the walls to get away from Kuu and Isoveli unless there is proof of their identity.

Aqua says there is a man that can fake faces and lie with voices. Aqua says there is a man that can mask himself in the flesh of another and that was how his mind got so twisted to mistrust Pilvi - and when he asked his Wisp about it, he too, said he had encounters with this man.

But they both confirmed that this beast cannot fake Mist. He's already seen Kuu's. He's tasted it on his lips when she blew into his face to help ease the wounds he might be carrying and luckily, and unbeknownst to her - he is fortunately not carrying any new ones thanks to Terra and his strange sword.

Isoveli however - he hasn't seen his mist yet but he did see his dragon and he can't imagine that beast of a man could fake something like that. Not when the core of its soul was Mist just the same as theirs were.

There is a bit of a laugh from the man in question and soon he feels himself being lifted from the ground and up into the arms of the sun. He feels the same. He sounds the same. His warmth is the same.

"Show us the way and I'll carry you back to whenever you're staying, Setä Tuulta. I've got Pikkuveli."

And the Symphony finds himself leaning his head against the shoulder of the sun without thought and not only does all of the previously listed feel the same but he smells the same excluding the tad scent of sourness on his breath. But really that's to be expected out here and he honestly doesn't know how he doesn't smell even more so.

He's practically curling up in his arms as his brother's head turns towards his new friend and smiles. "You say that but there has to be a way I can repay you, friend or not. I don't know what I would have done if something happened to him. He's my precious little brother, of course I want to protect him. So at least accept my thanks. Pikkuveli's health isn't the best, he shouldn't be out here by himself."

And there is a bit of a sigh because boy does he not even know the half of it anymore.

[aquaticsoul]

There's no time for either of them to process anything. He still doesn't understand why Sinfonia said what he did, but apparently neither does he.

No one will be getting any answers, though. He watches in horrified slow-motion as the man clutches his chest and tries to undo his tie while he collapses to the ground. His pulse sounds all wrong and he doesn't sound like he's breathing correctly - or at all, for that matter.

The universe is a cruel place with a sick, unrelenting sense of humor.

His legs act before his brain catches up, and he finds himself sprinting down the hall towards the palace's entrance.

Clearly Liekki has not been handling Sinfonia's health well, so of course he's bolting for Varjo. A combat medic is probably better in an emergency anyway.

"VARJO! HELP!" he screams. It doesn't feel loud enough. He doesn't feel fast enough.

Nothing feels like enough and it won't until he knows for a fact Sinfonia is alive and will stay that way.

"VARJO!"

[symphonicsoul]

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ Sielu is running away from him as he lays there on the floor and chokes on his own tongue. He can hear screaming trailing down the hall but not the words being said because it's hard to hear anything when the sound of his own heart is drumming in his ears.

This is it.

He's going to die.

The sky is calling louder and louder and he doesn't know how to drown out the sound of it. For a deaf man, this really isn't the song he wants to hear right now but it's the loudest melody in the room.

Sielu is gone.

He knows he went running for help but that still means he's alone. He's alone. He's going to die alone. No one will know he's faded until only his Sielun Värit is left laying on the floor where he once was only moments ago. He can't feel his hand again. He can't feel the brace on his right hand. It's not there. Or did it come off? He doesn't know.

He feels like he's coming apart at the seams because he can't feel his arm at all.

Everything is getting dark and the sky is singing so loudly.

⏾⋆.˚ It's hard to miss the sound of his name. His name being screamed at the top of the person in question's lungs. His back goes rigid as he listens and it's Sielu. Sielu doesn't yell and he hasn't even said much in ... well ... years.

"Kapteeni." He says as he abandons his post and starts to run back inside. "Sielu is screaming."

There is no time to waste and something is telling him that this is about to be one of the worst days of his life. Sielu has barely interacted with anyone for the last two years so to hear him screaming now only has him all the more worried.

He meets him in the halls and all he finds is a scared frantic mess of man.

"I'm here. I'm here Sielu. What's wrong?"

[aquaticsoul]

Each word chips away at an already-broken heart. He can barely keep the pieces in his hands anyway, their edges jagged and painful to hold, but now they're being pulverized into sharp dust as he remembers for the millionth time that day that he's supposed to be angry.

He's supposed to hate this man because he's not supposed to tolerate someone saying such awful things about Pilvi. He's supposed to hate this man to keep him from getting so close he gets hurt by a flurry of fists again, but his heart has always been much louder than foolish things like logic.

And his heart doesn't hate him. His heart, even for as shattered as it is, still yearns for everything they had. His heart, even for as much as he wishes it'd die, cannot be quelled or suppressed.

There was never any hatred. There was only the most dangerous emotion of them all: love.

Love that gives way to trust. Trust that gives way to betrayal and despair.

His mind screams at him to turn and walk away, reminding him of his vow to not give anyone such a fragile piece of himself again, but all he can make himself do in reality is stand right where he is and sob.

Crying is one of the only things he's good at.

"Then take it back," he squeaks, and he's not sure if he means the album or the words that started this fight to begin with.

"Just take it back and -"

He shouldn't be saying this. He knows. He knows, and yet still, his heart speaks for him and gives him away.

"and- I- I would rather talk about it than make it the entire kingdom's business. I just- don't want to hurt you and I don't- I don't know. I don't want to fight. I don't know what I want but I can't take it anymore."

[symphonicsoul]

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ He wants him to take it back - and he doesn't know if it's the thing he said about Pilvi that he can't remember or the entire album itself. He doesn't know because he can't remember what that awful thing was even if he's been told multiple times by his family.

"Sielu I - "

He doesn't want to lie to him even though that's all he ever does. About Syksy. About Liekki. About his ribs. About his face. About being sick all the time - he lies to him about everything even if the only time he ever told the truth was when he said he loved him.

That was something he could never fake and he never wanted to.

He's crying. He's sobbing and he wants to - to get up. To hug him. To comfort him. To ease his worries and his tears. He doesn't want to fight with him he says and he doesn't want to fight either.

" - I can't lie to you." He starts with a sigh as he stands. " - I can't remember what I said. Not - because it didn't matter but - because I can't remember anything. I know why we started fighting because I've been told. But the actual memory of it - is gone. My last memory picks up when we went to the noodle cafe and then it's blank for a very long time."

He's sighing as he stands, wincing a little in pain for a moment as his heart starts drumming in his chest. So he just puts his hand over his heart for a moment to try to focus himself through the pain.

"I - love Pilvi very dearly and I am - ashamed I said something so awful. There's no - exc-cuse." He's clearing his throat and clutching his chest a little harder.

"You have every right not to forgive me. I - I'm - I'm - s- sor - "

He's gasping as he doubles over. A step forward with arms raised to offer a hug, nearly there to wrap his arms around the weeping man when he jerks back and collapses to the ground.

He's gasping for air. His chest is screaming. He feels like he's on fire. He can only pull at his tie as he starts to panic.

Not now.

Not like this.

Any time but now.

He can't breathe.

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[aquaticsoul]

Oh joyous day.

He gets to pick where they eat? Anywhere he thinks is "nice", apparently, and -

No. Not joyous anymore. Anxious.

What if he chooses somewhere that he thinks is nice, but isn't actually up to Sinfonia's standards? What if he hates the place they go to? What if he embarrasses himself?

What even are Sinfonia's standards? High-class probably. Nowhere he's ever set foot in before. Somewhere he could only dream of until being employed with his current salary.

Even then, the waitlist for those types of places is miles long and he doesn't really know how to act when he goes there. Sinfonia says he doesn't even know many places to eat because he doesn't leave often, which means if it's not up to palace food standards they may as well not go at all.

Unless that's exactly why Sinfonia wants him to pick. Maybe it'd be good for him to experience the world outside for once, knowing he's safe from any potential weirdos with Sielu at his side.

"Uh- you ever been to a diner? My favorite one has good food, but it's different than the food here. More homey."

[symphonicsoul]

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ He tilts his head to the side ever so slightly at the question before he shakes it while responding with a slightly drawn out "Ei." He's shifting his weight a little to cross his arms over his chest awkwardly when he gives the other man a shy smile.

"I can't get out very far because well - people are weird and they don't listen when I ask them not to touch me. That's the real reason I asked you to come with me. Could you maybe - fake a date or something? Just to keep people away from me? Ahhhhhh - "

His voice drags out as he blushes.

" - I didn't mean to make it weird. It's okei if that makes you uncomfortable. I'm sorry. I really don't mind where we go. A diner sounds lovely. Anywhere that's quiet and people will leave us alone. Sometimes fans don't even let me eat in peace."

[aquaticsoul]

Maybe this is why Sielu shoved him in here.

Maybe it was so that he could understand that, despite the way things work out towards the edge of the island, things are much different in the palace. Both his siblings have tried to explain it to him and not once did he find himself able to fully grasp it.

Even something as simple as understanding it is relatively safe for him to eat at the table is usually too much to ask for, but not here.

Not with the King himself and, therefore, likely not with any of the Royal Knights either. Further, the two Princes are bound to people like himself so it is becoming increasingly obvious that the discrimination is - as suspected - entirely Church-based.

Lord Aurinko is far more concerned with any potential food allergy he may have than with him being present and it leaves his jaw hanging open behind his mask as he stands there in stunned silence for a moment before he finds his words again.

"I- Of course... sorry. I'm not used to invitations. No, I'm not allergic to anything that I know of. Thank you for asking."

[symphonicsoul]

✩°｡⋆☼⋆｡°✩ There is a frown on his lips behind his mask as he listens and he hears that he's not used to invitations and he's come to realize that most of the people who come into the palace of what the church calls "lesser colors" are like this. Most of them are awkward and nervous and they have to go through this song and dance far more often then he cares for.

"So please, sit and we can discuss things for a while or just get to know each other. Tell me about your parents - Sielu's - I mean. They're your parents too. The pair of them have become such a beloved member of the palace. Tell me about you. What made you decide to be a writer? What else do you do?"

[earthenwill]

Whatever is happening clearly isn't good. The closer he gets, the more he can hear Oranssi screaming at the blue man that he took his bond away, to get off him, to give him back - it's almost like he's being held hostage there.

It takes one more Esuna for him to get sound to return, and immediately he's using it to help.

"Hey!" he barks. "Let go of my friend!"

His demand is completely ignored. The man who's holding onto Oranssi is shaking his head and tightening his grip, staring back at him with glowing eyes.

"I didn't take anyone away," he replies. "This is a misunderstanding. Aqua is of my own Mist. I would never take him away. He's still here. He's still here. It's like sleeping. He's fine. I promise."

"Don't care, didn't ask. You can sort it out after you let go of him like he told you to."

"I won't harm him."

"You're harming him now. Let go or I'll have to use force," he says, holding Earthshaker in front of himself to back up his words.

"Fine, but only because the hydralus is gone. It is hard for Aqua if I stay too long anyway."

And he couldn't have predicted that "letting go" meant "collapsing", but the glow fades from the man's eyes before he seemingly passes out for no reason at all.

Do their kind just do this often? First Oranssi, now this guy.

He sighs, kneeling with his off hand outstretched.

"You alright?"

Aurinko is in front of him now, and of course he does pull him straight into a hug.

The sun's warmth is something he knows his mind can't replicate. He has to be real. Both his boys are still alive and in one piece.

Whatever he did to deserve such a miracle, he doesn't know. He doesn't care. They're both safe. They're both alive. They're both near him where they belong and it feels like air has been put back in his lungs for the first time since he's fallen here.

"Hei, 'rinko," he whispers, because it's all he can get past the rock in his throat before he sobs. "Thank Tiamat. We missed you so much. Are you okei?"

[symphonicsoul]

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ Terra is over to them before he really understand what is going on and he's talking. Strange? It doesn't really matter though in the face of the fact that Aqua is gone. He's lost him but the bastard in his body claims he's not and just as quick as he's released, he watches in horror as his bond's body collapses to the ground in a heap of himself.

"AQUA!"

It's all he can do to turn and catch the man of blue in his arms. All he can feel is panic. Is he really gone? Did he just faint? He didn't fade so he has to be -

"Aqua! Aqua wake up! Aqua!"

He wants to shake him but he's scared to do so because what if he shakes him too hard and then he fade away in his arms. Tears are welling up in his eyes and this can't be happening. He can't actually lose him. He can't - all he wanted to do was get him some sugar. Some flour maybe. Something else to keep his hands busy just so he could have something else to think about instead of all the horrors this world has subjected him to.

He's burying his face into his chest as he cries. This - can't -

"Sitriini."

It's a voice that makes him freeze. Soft and feminine. A voice drawn back from the skies that he hasn't heard in decades. Slowly he's looking up, just past the worried for of his new friend to a face of pale and blue. Framed in amethyst. It's such a lovely. A beloved color and he doesn't know how she's here but maybe she's come to torture him just like isoveli does sometimes -

"Kuu?" He chimes in disbelief as she comes over as gently as she always does. She's mostly put together and long hair has been pulled up into a high ponytail as she kneels down and blows a little mist in his face.

She's reaching gently to press the release triggers on Aqua's mask so she can blow so mist towards him as well only to brush the hair from his face as she watches the sleeping man.

"He'll be okei, Sitriini. We're here now and we're going to take care of everyone."

"We're?"

And he watches as she motions towards Tuulta who currently has his arms wrapped around a very red man. A sun made of Scarlet who is bracing his feet to lift the knight right off the ground in the crushing hugs he's known for.

" Your brother is right over there." She smiles as she redraws her mask.

"I-iso-veli?" His words creep out of him in disbelief as the tears continue to fall. "You're not illusions? This is real?"

She's nodding as she remains knelt next to the pair of musicians.

"We're real, Sitriini. We're here. We found you."

It's a flood over the cheeks of the symphony as he finds himself making more noise than the silencer has in years.

Steps are walking in their direction and soon he's looking up at scarlet and gold eyes. Tears fall in rivers even as he watches his brother put a strong hand on his new friend's shoulder.

"Hei. Thank you for protecting my little brother. I'm Aurinko. This is my bond, Kuu. I really owe you one."

[symphonicsoul]

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ 'The wind is very cold tonight.' he thinks as he lazes in the chair on his balcony with a bottle gripped by the throat of it as he stares up at the sky. The stars are out. The moon is high and the whole world just feels cold and silent - but every day has felt that way since Aqua left him.

Should he even still call him that? No probably not.

'He'd be mad at me.' the voice in his head chimes again, 'But I'm pretty sure he'll be mad at me for the rest of our lives' so he can at least keep that little habit to himself. He'll never say his first name to his face. Oh no, but he can at least keep muttering it to himself. Its the only way he feels anything anymore and he really doesn't know if he wants to keep doing so -

The wine tastes sweet tonight but it normally does and that's probably the only reason he keeps drinking it. It gives him something else to think about it. It gives him something else to focus on. Because he never seems to be able to get blue eyes out of his mind. Maybe he should take the pictures down. Maybe he should change is phone wallpaper but he doesn't want to.

He doesn't want to do anything anymore. Nothing is worth it without Aqua. Aqua made his life bright. Aqua made the sun rise and the notes sing. Aqua made his heart beat and the rhythm of the world sway with him.... and now that he's gone his world is just silent.

Silent memories of angry faces and screaming lips with no audio. Pain. Pain he doesn't understand or know where it came from. He gets awkward stares in the hall and worried glances. No one talks to him anymore. Even Vuorovesi doesn't come visit very often. He's only ever up to go to the doctor and to go work but seeing Liekki isn't helping anything and he wonders when the man will just put him out of his misery already.

He knows he wants to. He wishes he would.

It's not worth it without Aqua and even more so when he can't remember how they went from going to that cute little noodle shop one night to this. It's like he got hit broadside by someone in flight at top speed with no warning. Enough to knock him senseless but not enough to do anything else.

There's no way to get him back. He's blocked everywhere and he finds himself raising the bottle to his lips as he checks again for the thousandth time. Every single one of his accounts blocked. Both personal and public and he's not a shitty enough person to block evade. This is a clear since from Aqua that they're through and he wants nothing left to do with him.

No better than Soil Scum - he really fucked this all up didn't he?

He's sighing as he leans back in his chair and lets the wine flood his system the same way he has night after night for - he's lost track of the time. It doesn't matter.

But at least the wine is sweet.

||| @aquaticsoul

[earthenwill]

"NO!" the dragon cries out as the ice begins to crack. There's not much he can do to stop the other from melting it down.

But if the Mist eater gets him-

Aqua's heart cannot take it.

His own heart cannot take it.

He lunges forward, wrapping both arms around Sinfonia and pulling him as close to his chest as he can.

"Aqua can't lose you," he pleads, softly so he doesn't make himself even more overwhelming than he already tends to be. "Aqua cannot take it. He loves you so much. Don't get killed. Please. Please don't do this to him."

To us.

He's interrupted by the whip coiling around his glaive and it only serves to ignite his rage even further.

If this bastard thinks he's taking it away, he's wrong.

Before anything, though, there's a barrier that interrupts his next strike and -

Kuu?

Definitely Kuu. How odd.

And, like some sort of miracle from the gods themselves, Aurinko's blade and Sword Dragon put a firm end to the damn whip once and for all.

His mind can't catch up to reconcile the dissonance. Aurinko is faded.

Taivas' cracked ring is proof of that, is it not?

Taivas being alone is proof of that.

'I know you're tired,' Kuu tells him.

Everyone does, he's sure. But it feels like she understands that 'tired' goes well past 'working too much' like everyone else assumes.

Working isn't what makes his soul tired. Continuing to lose everything he has no matter how hard he tries to hold onto it, watching his friends and patients die horrific and painful deaths, keeping everything to himself because his hands are meant for healing and not burdening, learning every day just how much worse he can get...

Well, it would exhaust anyone after a while, wouldn't it?

Is sixty years enough to finally call himself tired?

It feels shameful, regardless, and he can't help it when his shoulders drop a little.

"I'm just glad you're both alive. We should find Sitriini and Sielu. They're-"

The ice is gone.

"They were in an ice sphere over that way."

He can only brace for impact as the ground below is electrified too fast for him to do anything about.

Almost completely metal shoes make the voltage feel like lava has shot straight up through his heels. It locks his muscles up tightly and sends him stiff as a board to the ground. If he could make a sound, he'd curse.

But he can't.

He still can't make a single sound. The most he can do is use magic to cause more wind, launching himself high enough into the air to regain control of his body and roll into the bushes nearby to heal himself.

With spikier hair than he had previously, he clambers out to see who this new voice belongs to. A very red-clad and scarlet-haired man bearing a grand sword and a dragon has put an almost-certain end to this entire mess in a mere instant. Clearly, this man has it handled.

Most of the orange fog has cleared up, and that means it's Esuna time. His voice being gone is more of a hindrance than he'd thought it would be.

More importantly, though, he needs to find Oranssi and whoever took him.

He wanders in the direction of where he lost him, clearing his throat several times along the way.

[symphonicsoul]

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ "GET OFF ME!" He roars as he feels himself tugged backwards and he's fed a speech about how much Aqua can't lose him but he only feels his blood boil in response.

"AQUA IS GONE!" The Symphony screams as he thrashes in place against the arms that should not contain enough strength to hold him back. Aqua lost any ability to fight against him years ago as this world and that woman corroded him away. This God is just the final straw. The final splash of ocean waters needed to crumble that mountain away into dust.

"YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME! YOU TOOK MY BOND, DON'T SAY HIS NAME!"

He's stronger than this God if he's using Aqua's body as a vessel. Aqua lost the ability to even lift him ages ago, let alone hold him back from getting off of him and it takes round after round to try to break free. He will admit that it feels almost as if Aqua's strength from the past is being brought back to haunt him but this isn't going to stop him from getting out of this mess.

"GET OFF ME! I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE! YOU TOOK MY BOND AND FOR THAT I WILL FOREVER HATE YOU! GIVE HIM BACK! GIVE HIM BACK TO ME! I DIDN'T PUSH THROUGH THIS HELL FOR YOU! I PUSHED FOR AQUA! GIVE HIM BACK TO ME!"

✩°｡⋆☼⋆｡°✩ There is cowardice in the eyes of this creature before him and he can see him taking a step back and then another. He can see him holding his side and then watching as he counts out how many bodies are now in the area and against him.

"I've never seen red before." The beast almost purrs at him as he watches one good eye look him up and down for a moment. "I wonder what you taste like."

....Taste? This beast was trying to eat his people - and he can - hear pikkuveli screaming in the background. He can hear a voice that is Sielu but somehow not trying to reason with him and none of it is good.

"I promise you're never going to find out." The solar king growls as the icy rain strikes against his crown and causes the light to flicker off the golden metal that wraps scarlet red locks.

Sword Dragon is hovering just overhead as he charges but the beast before him raises his blade to block only for the weapon to snapped clean in half by Lionheart. His swing finishes to just barely nick the hunter's belt sending it crashing into the ground as it's owner runs away in fear for his life.

It's only then that the king dispels the beast above his head and turns back to the knight in question. The queen drops her barrier as her eyes fade back to their usual blue and she smiles behind her mask.

Setä Tuulta says pikkuveli is over that - way? Where all the screaming is?

"Kuu can you go to Sitriini? I can't heal him and if he's hurt he's going to need you." "Of course." She says as she starts to run over in the direction of the noise.

The solar king kneels before the knight and smiles.

"You look like you could use a hug, Setä Tuulta."