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Apparently the last time I posted on tumblr was all the way back in 2018 omg...not that I drew too much since then but here’s something from last year in 2020? 2021? after I saw the senshuuraku for tousute’s kiden ikusa no adabana (the lite ver they did during the height of covid)

wadakuma’s kasen was very pretty (as always) :)

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“Know you are home.”

Despite the sound of the inn door closing behind her, Isolde was otherwise utterly silent as she padded toward the direction Teren sat, knees bent and atop the table beneath the gazebo. Silver hues settled along the back of his head at first before shifting over the grounds and then once more toward her target. She'd pause before entering the gazebo, penetrating gaze settling over the wood carvings, impressed by the intricate details. "Forgive my quietness the past day or so," she speaks in the husky, accented tenor that only she seemed to hold. She stood there idly, her expression devoid of emotion or expression as she breathed easily of the air around them. The Nishanian shakes his head at the apology. "This is a well-deserved respite for all of us, Dear." he remarks his usual assured baritone. “It is incumbent upon us all to seek after whatever peace of mind or solace we are presented."

Patting at the empty space beside him, the telepath shifts his gaze from the verdant landscape to the lithe woman beside him. "What burden have you come to bare, Darling?" She moved with grace, tugging herself up to settle beside him as invited. She remained quiet for some time, eyes boring into the forests along with his own attentions as she considered things that had happened the past day or so. She chose to shield her mind for the most part but allowed the memory of the conversation with Nic filter through and into his own mind. "He says you have a way of knowing if I am in fact a Kiden," she interjected as the memories flooded him regarding her ancestry and blood line. Isolde leaned to the side some, scarred hand slipping into her back pocket and pulling out the drawing of her mother and the man whom she believed was her father and offered it to him.

Taking in the offered memory, Teren winces visibly at the image of his brother. Swallowing his own emotions, he offers a slow nod. "I do. For most. It would be.. Difficult. Unpleasant. Perhaps even dangerous to use my method on you, unless you are able to divest of your void energies for a time." Isolde considered this for a long moment, once more remaining totally silent. Divest her void energies? She had no idea what that was like, in two decades it was a part of her. Like she needed oxygen to breathe, she felt that her energies held the same. But then.... a small fraction of her longed for it. To not have that connection anymore. To be rid of the whispers, the darkness, to be ... normal. The though was intoxicating at best, but like he mentioned, it could be dangerous as well. She had no true way of knowing. "Just do it,” she agreed. To clarify, he sparked raw Light energies between his fingertips. "It may blind you. Is this a risk you are willing to take?" Isolde winced only lightly the moment Light sparked between his fingertips. She darted her silver gaze downward, admiring the purity of it, wanting to feel its warmth, but knowing well she didn't hold a mere speck of it within her. It used to pain her terribly, likely still would, but she had to know who in the fuck she was. She'd been blinded once before. She could fight all the same, just as lethal, just as treacherous as she was now. Sometimes, sight was the real handicap. She'd learned this over time, having honed her ability to fight blind for years...

But what would Lochlan think? To never see his face again, though it was etched in her very memory. And her grandchildren? There were ways around it. She touched lightly along her temples where two runes had been etched once upon a time. She wasn't blind per se now, but her vision was drastically worse than it used to be, the now useless and powerless runes from a once dear friend offering her sight, even if blurred. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, taking in the world around her. "It is something I would not be unfamiliar with." Taking a deep breath, Teren sighs, nodding. His sapphire hues shift to a brilliant golden hue, luminous as any native Light-Wielder might produce.

A moment later, Isoldes silver hues illuminate with Light energies to match; flecks of fel energies spark where her void energies collide with their opposing force. As clearly as if their souls were merged once more, she sees, feels, experiences Teren's presence in her mind as if they'd lost their corporeal forms and become their purist selves. The sensations last for only a few seconds before he withdraws, leaving nothing in his wake but the memory.

"It would appear that you are, in fact, a Kiden by blood." he murmurs softly, their eyes fading to normal hues. Isolde felt the most excruciating pain in her eyes as her energies warred with his own. Burning, searing pain that was hardly acknowledged save for heavy breathing that was forced from her lungs. And all too soon... It was over, the sensations fading and her gaze boring into his own as she studied him. She said nothing, lips somewhat parted as she tried to sort out the memory in her mind and the words he spoke. But eventually she was able to put tongue to voice. "Seems calling you family has been truer than we anticipated," she mumbled. Parting his arms in offer, Teren offers an affectionate smile. "Mine, the honor." She stared, disbelief actually filtering over her gaze before she leaned toward him and wrapped her arms around him, fingers clutching his shoulders tighter than she anticipated. For Years she wondered who she was. And she knew Fate always had a specific path. She believed in Fate. Always. And it had led her to her blood family. Holding her just as firmly, Teren shared a deep sense of appreciation with his Niece. "Welcome to Kiden, Darling." he murmurs calmly. "Breathe. Find your center. Know you are home."

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