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"Mine."

My muse was given a love potion! The first person to send me an ask with “Mine!” will have my muse fall in love with them.

She had presumed it to be nothing more than a simple concoction composed of the Materia necessary to keep her alive for the duration of her endeavour to wipe out the Remnants. A breath of light spilled into the cirumstance with clarity, as she found that her sight was beginning to go in one of her eyes—but she did not find it opportune to care for her body’s degrading state. Whatever that liquid was contrived of had left her alarmingly numb—

and when she was met with the unfortunate sight of the same Remnant again, her feelings spanned far from the spectrum of content, no—her heart swelled in her chest; utterly overwhelmed by a fluttering sensation as she stared at silver-haired individual. Ivory curls fell to the side with an anxious cant of her head as she sought to look him over.

There was no regard for personal space; none at all. The SOLDIER drew close without hesitance or a comprise of logic, and a frail hand snatched up a gloved one.

”Are you hurt ? Did they hurt you, dear one ? Please, tell me you are just fine—… !”

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silver-haired-remnant​

   It was an endeavour of desperation.

   ShinRa's project SOLDIER, specimen 441 was deemed a near failure—a near failure, were it not so frightfully and despicably simple to keep her from revolting against their every demand.. She was young; inconcievably so for the scientific feat of warfare—but in many respects, they all were, for it chanced only those in whom it saw potential. Blind, yes, unfortunate—but nurturing a telepathic range, perchance a sport of telekinetic force... intriguing. Seldom seen.

   Cheap, cheap... so cheap. She was like them, all but with the failings of sustainability. Enhanced, but dying—and that was the trick. The Materia that coursed her system was quick-wearing and impractical, if the only thing keeping her alive, save for stasis. Deprivation wrought deterioration; thus frightening her into compliance. She was young; she did not want to die.

   Too young. There lay a life for many like her, were it not to be cut short.

   The opposition of the Remnant filth was insistent; and she was taxed with finding them, eliminating them, as was every other SOLDIER. A threat, they were—but she had located one of them. Take them down, and she could have all the Materia required to stay alive for the rest of her natural span. She did not need a weapon with which to pose a threat; instead uprooting objects to throw at him as she ran in sharp pursuit. She yelled only one thing; filled with a scorn and hate and rage maintained only for the chains of labour that bound her.

   "Remnant !"

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remnanx:

Squish. Squish squish.

Oh it’s cuddly, isn’t it? And look at the little wings on its back and oh it’s just too cute for him - literally, he’s somewhat disgusted by how cute this thing is. He doesn’t do cute he does being evil - so he holds it out for Fleurette, because she likes cute things.

At least, he thinks she does.

"Here. I have no need for it."

   Oh, but listen to its shrill little squeak and repetition of "Kupo !" How delightful a creature ! There was no hesitation in reciprocating to the gesture, no matter how she disapproves of it, and takes the little thing from him to pet is head.

   "How can you say that, Kadaj ?" complained the albino. "It's adorable."