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ACT II of SONG OF MEMORY 🥀
is officially ongoing!! Read here!!
° ˗ˏˋ jenya . “ THAT POOR NASANGKAI GIRL. I JUST HOPE THE DIWAN WATCH OVER HER. ” . . . once, she wished the diwan would watch over her, too.
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° ˗ˏˋ benjamin . “ YOU THINK IT’S ALL DAISIES & DANDELIONS UP THERE ? guys i’ve graduated with, good guys, barely make it past my age. ”
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𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐚𝐢 ━━ forgotten sun characters 1/8
“Chief Ateeyah wants you to be there since your ba is…well, was the kumander. It’s to honor his life,” Kiet said with a hint of regret and sweet sorrow hidden in his voice. It made Jenya’s blood boil.
“He didn’t die, Kiet,” she snapped.
“Jenya, it’s been almost a month since he disappeared. Sooner or later you’ll have to accept that he—”
“That he what?” Her vision flattened to slits. Jenya looked at Kiet with an acidic glare, almost daring him, begging him, to shout in her face and scream he is dead! Kumander Nasangkai, ba, is dead! But the mere thought made her heart sink to her stomach. And with it, she lowered her gaze to the dried petals strewn across the cobblestone floor. Kiet was her best friend; she didn’t mean to raise her voice at him like that. “You know nothing.”
name : jenya nasangkai
pronouns : she / her
birthdate : 980 AE ( seventeen )
residence : the halamoori islands
occupation : soldier trainee
likes : listening to opera and radio broadcasts
dislikes : cold weather, loud popping noises
JENYA NEVER KNEW her ina; her mother. it was just her and ba and their little garden near the rice paddies for as long as she could recall. and that was alright. this was how she knew it to be. this was how it was supposed to be.
but alas, no sweet letter, no note. just the memory of her ba muttering the same word over and over again before he died, or disappeared—whatever the others liked to call it. but jenya knows the truth. one month ago before the sun was even given the chance to rise, her father stepped foot off of halamoor and never looked back again.
and just like that, her entire world began crumbling apart. what was once a simple negotiation pact between the nations turned into one of the most brutal attacks from the imperial kingsmen. all she had ever known and grown up with on the islands, gone.
so, what was it that made her father leave? could he have known about the raid and decided to escape without her? did he find something better out there in the world? whatever it is, jenya is sure she is going to find him for the answers, and she won’t stop until she does.
because being reunited with her father and avenging her people is all she really wants. right?
𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭 ━━ forgotten sun characters 2/8
The guard seized those tousled waves of his head, pulling upward with such force that Benjamin was forced to cry out in pain. “ANSWER ME!” he roared, his breath wet and hot and reeking of whatever last bottle of booze he chugged before coming here.
A warm wave of spit rained down on Benjamin’s face at this demand. If the hair-pulling wasn’t already enough for him to headbutt the living shit out of this man, the spitting now had him convinced. But what could he do in this situation? Think, Benjamin. Think.
“You mean that ring,” he complied at last. Blood, and relief, rushed back to his skull the moment the guard let go.
“Yes.”
Benjamin pinned the man with one final glare, as if savoring that stupid look on his face for what could have well been his last time. “Yeah. Last time I recall, I slid it onto your mom’s finger. Which by the way, how’s she been doing these days? I remember her telling me how disappointed she was in her bastard son,” he spat right back.
A solid-right-hand came hurtling in his direction.
name : benjamin kirscht
pronouns : he / him
birthdate : 974 AE ( twenty-three )
residence : zephis, hatheon
occupation : fighter pilot
likes : red poppies, being a dick to kingsmen
dislikes : said kingsmen but in airships
SUMMER OF 981. benjamin can never forget that part of his childhood. and no, not the one where he and his best friend would camp out and see who could count the most stars before falling asleep. and not the one where his father put him in the cockpit of their biplane and taught him the ropes of flying for the first time, either.
what he remembers most from the summer of 981 ━ that gut-wrenching pit in his stomach when his little sister wasn’t at her usual hiding place near the stream. he turned his back against her for one minute, just one minute, like he always did. what was once an innocent game of hide-and-seek turned into a wide-spread search that lasted for months. he never visited the stream beds again after that.
distraught over the loss of his sister, benjamin enlisted in hatheon’s air corps at sixteen. it gave him something new to hope for, something to fight for. with the experience his father had given him on the back of his hand, he soon became one of the corps’ most respected pilots, assigned with shooting down enemy airships and scouting imperial bases for news against their foes.
but then came one strange mission, from an unknown caller with just one special request: retrieve a weapon growing in halamoor. the reward? answers about his sister’s death.
benjamin doesn’t know what’s on those islands. now, he’s more than willing to find out. but while unveiling secrets of the unknown has been his top expertise, little does he know how grand this one might be.
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“Jenya! Hey!”
He fell to his knees beside her. Her breathing was rapid and uneven, chest almost trembling as she sucked in every breath like it was her last. When her eyes met his, she looked terrified…heartbroken. But over what?
“Kiet?” Jenya said, shaking. She sat up slowly to meet his gaze.
Benjamin shook his head at this remark. “No it’s…it’s me. It’s Benjamin,” he said.
This didn’t seem to comfort her in the least. If anything it made the situation worse. Tears raced down her cheeks, each one falling after the other in long, continuous streaks. And before he could even process what was happening, she threw herself on him.
“Sorin’a, sorin’a,” she cried over and over again, each one more earnest than the last.
As she buried her face in his chest, Benjamin tensed. He’d held a couple of other girls in his arms before, more than he’d liked to admit. But not like this. Not with the girl gripping onto the sleeves of his shirt as if he’d float away. Not with him feeling so helpless and unsure.
No. Never like this.
“Sorin’a, Kiet,” she breathed the words into his shoulder, now wet and warm with her tears. “I never should have left you behind. I’m-I’m so sorry. S-So, so sorry.”
Kiet. That’s right, Kiet. He was that boy standing beside her when…
Benjamin’s face softened. His whole body did, really. And for a moment he wondered to himself. He had been in this position before, just not with a girl. With brothers, fathers, and sons after a long battle; tired and beaten and…heartbroken. Just like her.
Without even realizing it, he hovered a hand over her back, barely making contact in case she didn’t want it, but enough so she’d at least know that he was there
“Jenya,” he began, his voice so low only she could hear. “You’re not in Halamoor. No one…no one will hurt you here. You’re safe now.”
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