#finalsamsara

[arsnova]

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…I see this is where Ritsuka gets her peculiarities from

“I wouldn’t say I’m the root cause for th--”

“Huh. Arjuna, you got ears now. You’re like... nya.”

[grandorder]

It’s a sight to behold, witnessing the power held within a Lostbelt King’s hand. The once great, writhing snakes that dot the sky fall like feathers, clipped; burnt to ash. Enemies turn to nothing before the might of a single figure. Even restricted, beyond the great territories where their authority could truly flourish, the destruction left the earth to tremble. 

A great cycle of destruction, indeed. Honestly, Pepe wasn’t joking when he described the prowess of his King. “Hm.” The thought’s a small one, but it’s enough to push Kirschtaria from quiet observations to something akin to action.  

“O’ Great King of the Yuga Kshetra,” The address is soft, but respectful. “Do you act within your authority as King, even here? Or, perhaps... Could it be that you’re looking for something?”

@finalsamsara​

[hopeled-archive]

silently serene ; nonverbal edition -- accepting

@finalsamsara​ SAID: [Repose] - Calm down in their presence.

       she had hope. hope that her encounter with Goetia during the war was just that-- a fleeting encounter that would fade from her memory in time. and for a day or so, that was the case. and then that hope was shattered in perhaps the cruelest way possible.

  she wished to see him again-- a wish only one ever knew of. and instead, all she got was that same enemy from a day prior, a year ago, in his body as a new resident of this place.

                it seemed whatever gods out there found joy in her torment.

     she had sought the Servant out of her own accord the moment she got away from there, away from Goetia. every fiber of her being was still reeling from the encounter, but one instinct managed to stick out amid the waves of emotions that threatened to knock her off balance: she didn’t want to be alone at the moment. not with herself, not with an aching silence, and certainly not with her thoughts. they were all proving to be too much at once for her to handle.

   her silence is probably concerning to him. there she was, a fistful of Arjuna’s short cape in one hand and the other grapsing his as if both are a lifeline-- an anchor to keep her grounded. she fears that if she talks or says even one word, then that carefully kept control would snap like a bowstring pulled too tightly. she feared that what happened in Russia would happen again -- tears that she could not will back and a tear in her soul that would never fully recover. Ritsuka knows she’s shaking as if she’s been walking barefoot through the snow in nothing but a summer dress for hours. she knows her breathing sounds more labored and yet physically, she is fine. but not all wounds have to be physical for them to hurt.

              she stays like that for awhile, grip never relinquishing and head still aimed downwards. eventually, she takes a small, shaky breath that miraculously does not sound like a choking gasp. her eyes sting with both unshed and shedded tears. she’s tired, but that crushing weight has eased just enough to wear her knees no longer feel like buckling underneath it. another breath-- steadier, this time -- and eventually the mage lifts her head up.

   she still doesn’t trust herself to speak right now. maybe not for another few hours at the least, but she does give a trembling, but grateful, smile towards the other. her grip exentually weaknes, but she still keeps hold of him-- she’ll be better, soon. she’ll be back to the regular old Ritsuka Fujimaru everyone knew her as. but for now, she just....wants to stay like this. just for a little bit longer.

[clarentheir]

        ❝   Yo ---   ❞

             A   sharp greeting with just a hint of accusation in her eyes. Trash is tossed into the bin with one hand, the other --- a bag of chips balanced in the Saber’s palm --- raised upward in acknowledgment. 

       ❝   You live a couple places down, right ? ... Are you the reason it’s so damn noisy down there ?   ❞

@finalsamsara​​ ———— S.C.

[hopeled-archive]

THE    FIVE    SENSES    /     SENTENCE    STARTERS  . – accepting

@finalsamsara​ SAID:  ​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

        “ I do. “ she agrees very quickly, the words rolling off her tongue with a evident belief in them. “ Would you like to know what that is? “ but, of course, Ritsuka gives little time to answer before she starts to speak once more. 

“ A hero. Why, you’re probably wondering. ‘ Why, after everything that had happened in the Lostbelt, does she see that? ‘ Its....actually really simple. I don’t, nor will I, judge you for the path you walked and the choices you made during the Lostbelt. I have no right to do so. But I know they weren’t selfish in nature.... fighting your family, desperately trying to protect the world and what you cared for...it had all become too much, huh? ” she understood that. there were many times where Ritsuka wondered if something would be the last straw-- if that carefully wound rubber-band keeping herself together would finally snap under the pressure. (she fears that day, should it ever come. ) it had snapped for the Berserker and this was the result. 

             but underneath that seemingly apathetic demeanor he held, she knew that humanity was still there. without a single doubt in her heart, she knew it was there. she has seen in the little moments where it peeks through without his knowing and in his actions now as he aids her in fixing her world. that which made Arjuna, Arjuna ,was still there. 

  silently does the mage reach up, palms of her hands holding the Servant’s face carefully. she lightly taps his cheeks with the tips of her fingers, head tilting as she gave a sincere smile. “ I see a hero who is doing all that he can to help one very ordinary girl save the world. You may be different from the Arjuna of Pan-Human History, but that does not mean that part of you isn’t still there. It is not something you can so easily get rid of, nor do I think you need to. You are a god but with humanity in your heart because that part of you still exists. That is why you can smile and laugh and love. You may have made mistakes in the past, but who hasn’t? Heroes are not perfect-- they stumble, they fall, they mess up and have to accept that. But they try again. They try to be better; do better. And isn’t that what you’re doing now by helping me and Chaldea?”

     she hums softly under her breath for a moment, smile widening a fraction as her thumbs gently swipes across the contours of his cheeks before releasing him. “ I see you as a hero and I hope one day, you can see yourself as that, too .”

[hopeled-archive]

non-sexual forms of intimacy – accepting

@finalsamsara​  SAID: INTIMACY + I SLAP THE RANDOMIZER BUTTON YOLO       [ 84  :  sky watching  ]

                      “ Come on, come on-- before we miss it! “ 

   it is with an excited urgency that Ritsuka urges the other along, her hand tight around his own as she practically drags him up the grassy hill with all the strength she has in her body. it was late but there was not an ounce of sleep clinging to her and slowing her movements. she was as wide awake as ever, and the loud laugh that left her lips would be more than proof enough of that. she had reason to be so eager, but that reason was still unknown to her companion. in fact, she didn’t really give him a reason to come along-- just a request that she wanted to show him something.

            something that she thought he might enjoy.

      it is only when they reach the top of the hill located behind the giant dome in Golden that she releases him, urgency still in her steps as she skips forward a bit more. the mage comes to a pause a few feet from the edge, chest rising with each labored breath. her sight is not focused on the scenery before them or the way the ocean looked from here, but it is focused entirely on the sky above her.  night has covered the entire island, shrouding it in a veil of darkness with the only thing piercing that shroud beind the moon’s light. it shone brightly on ever surface it touched, illuminating the ground before them and everything around them. but it was not the only thing that stood out against the dark blues that painted the sky above them.

           it was a perfectly clear night and it seemed as if every single star had decided to peek out on this night. all in different shapes and sizes, all twinkling  , as if putting on some sort of show for them. some were swathed in the distant colors of galaxies behind him, faint clouds of purples & blues that always filled her with some sort of wonder. she could make out constellations, but could not name them-- she had a horrible time remembering the names. but Ritsuka did not need to know their names to enjoy viewing them. a content sigh leaves her as her eyes dart from each one, as if trying to capture them all with her eyes before they had a chance to fade away. 

                   she loved the stars. she loved to spend hours simply watching them gently flit across the sky, as if they were going on their own travels. the stars were an ever constant thing, like the sun and the moon. as strange as it may be, that brought Ritsuka some form of comfort. no matter how much the world changes or the troubles it faces, the sun will still rise and set. the moon will still light the dark and the stars will still guide the way for those who seek them.

     another gentle laugh leaves her. her lips are still pulled into a bright smile, one free from any sadness or pain. she never felt any sort of sorrow whenever she watched the stars. the mage hums she reaches one hand out and towards the sky, fingers curling as if trying to reach out and grasp one of the many lights that hung above them. as if she could pluck a star from the sky and offer it to Arjuna in the hopes that he felt that wonder.

                her hand lowers to her side as she turns to look back at her companion. “ Isn’t it beautiful? “ she speaks gently, voice tinged with awe. humming to herself, Ritsuka extends one of her hands out to the Servant, beckoning him to come forward and take it so that they can take a seat at the hill’s peak side by side and just watch the stars for however long they desire to.

            “ Come on. I want to show you some of the constellations Da Vinci taught me and what they mean as they appear.”

[grandorder]

send me a ✓ if you think I play my character correctly

@finalsamsara​ said: spoiled myself because demeter was being a pain but ✓✓✓✓✓ @hopeled​ said: ✓ x like infinity? x like infinity you're doing great i love one whole kirsch

o-oh my uwus... 

[memoriams]

"Have you heard the legends surrounding this place-- The ‘Savior’s Respite’?”

Standing a fair distance from the precipice, she did not yet turn to meet him, gaze cast over the horizon. The view was every bit as breathtaking as she remembered, timeless in its own way. Many a resident of this city had come here seeking solace, and found it among the flora which flourished where land met sky. Their memory lingered long after they had departed-- Though Opherryn could no longer make such things tangible, it was evident in the wind, in the scent of the wildflowers, in the tread of the path which led here.

“I’m certain it may come as a surprise to some, that this world in which we have been detained has it’s own history, as well as it’s own legends.”

@finalsamsara​ // sc.