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[kingofniflheim]

Abandoned Past [Martel]

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Monsters walked the area, more that were around than normal. What should have been three felt like thirty in his presence, scouting the area and growling at those who weren’t supposed to be around. Rubble was everywhere, a familiar scene from something that felt like it was only yesterday to him.

Yesterday? That was almost 10 months ago. What the hell was he even talking about? His head hurt and eyes burned while gripping Nether Traitor tightly.

Alter was him, a possibility in the future if he didn’t shape the hell up. But...he felt different, like they were one in the same. He didn’t like it. A loud snarl from one of the monsters made him look up and narrow his eyes. That presence....

“Now people from the distant past is coming to taunt me? This seems too ironic.” His grip didn’t lessen at all on his longsword, eyes ablaze with a cold anger that seem to permeate from thousands of years.

[sadistbastard-blog]

the living goddess

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The manna here feels... well, it’s not sparse, but Pronyma feels unable to use much of it. The very thought makes her scowl; if she has been brought to back to life as part of an experiment performed by some humans, she’d rather not suffer the indignity of such weakness. 

At the very least, humans here do not spare her much notice. Now is not the time to emphasize her superiority, so she’d rather avoid a fight; right now, she needs information. She huffs and begins walking in an attempt to look like she knows where she’s going, but the sight of a certain woman brings her to a halt.

Long green hair. A face that looks strikingly like that foolish Chosen. And her mana signature...

“Martel Yggdrasill! I cannot believe this -- that you are here before me, my Lady!”

She drops to her knees. While a small part of her will never forgive Martel for the pain she caused Lord Yggdrasill, Pronyma knows that her Lord would want her to show deference to his beloved sister. She knows not how she appeared here -- did Lord Yggdrasill’s plans work, after all those years? (But why would she be alive, and at the hands of humans, no less?) 

“Please, tell me... is Lord Yggdrasill here as well?”

[gattlingcaffeine-blog]

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Oh she was pretty cute. Walking up to her, she masked her usual confidence with a more mellow attitude to keep from possibly scaring her away. “Hi, can you help me with something?”

[ignisimperii-blog]

Examine! The Yggdrasill Siblings (Mithos and Martel)

[Examine the siblings]

The nostalgia is overwhelming. Maybe you should look away.

[Examine Martel]

...But of course, you end up doing the opposite. 

The woman is one you’ve met before, and though her name escapes you, details of her world are clear in your memory. Looking at her as she is with her brother, however, you think more about a princess with a smile as gentle and beautiful as hers.

(”I brought you more candles. Reading in such dim lighting isn’t good for your eyes, you know.”

“...Thank you.”)

[Examine Mithos]

Most of what you remember of the child are his nervous shifting and his bright blue eyes. Maybe you shouldn’t have directed so much of your agitation towards him, but it’s too late to regret that now.

He smiles in response to something his sister says, and you remember a little prince doing the same on a warm summer day.

(”I promise to make sure that they return safely, Your Highness.”

“Okay, but you gotta come back too...! All four of you!”)

[Reminisce]

...You don’t want to. Your failures aren’t scars, growing painless with time; they are burdens weighing on your shoulders, and you feel foolish for leaving so many apologies unspoken.

(But you do remember the times Hakuryuu called you a liar and a coward, one who didn’t deserve to be king. And when you do, you can’t help but think that he was right--not because you’re weak or unworthy, but because you swore back then that you’d follow and protect them until the very end.

It’s nothing but a laughable thought, now.)

[Leave]

You shouldn’t have even stopped to look.

Regardless, what’s done is done--and though it’s unfair to project your memories of entirely different people unto them, you hope they’ll keep each other safe, especially in a city like this. Sometimes, family is all that will remain when all else burns away, and no price can ever be too much to pay to keep them safe.

[rootedinvengeance-blog]

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—-[♕] She catches his attention as she glides through the market, soft smile upon her face. Her basket sits in the crook of her arm, stacked high with chocolates, spinach, noodles, and an assortment of other groceries. He does not know why he grants this woman a second glance. Perhaps there is a certain familiarity about her.

But she disappears from his sight soon after he notices her, and he does not spare her another thought until a slender fingers brush against his as both reach towards the last tomato for sale. He swiftly retracts his hand and turns to her. 

“...Take it. It looks a little bruised, so I don’t want it.” [♕]----

[ignisimperii-blog]

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Regardless of whether it’s because Kouen has remained exceedingly attentive or because she is a woman hard to miss, he’s noticed that their paths tend to cross often on Wednesdays and Fridays. At first, he doesn’t think much of it and passes her by without even a paltry glance. She is but one civilian in a city populated by thousands, after all, and he has no interest in stopping to acquaint himself with those who can offer him neither entertainment nor knowledge.

But it’s only a matter of time before familiarity bids him to take away something, so he does--and what he sees is nostalgic and regrettable, all at once. There is something in her eyes (or perhaps the way she smiles, or the way she greets her companions) that reminds him of people once dear to him, of two princes and a princess he swore to serve before the world found itself distorted and ugly.

This is what leads him to notice and act when her groceries tumble out from her bags, even if it’s only after a moment’s contemplation that he reaches down to pick up the apple that has rolled to his feet. 

“...Here,” he offers, and holds out the fruit for her to take. The rest remain in a haphazard mess around her, and it feels almost natural to help her reclaim those, too.