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The Savior’s Respite. A place of noble sacrifice -- or so the books Mitsuru has read say. She certainly doesn’t have any plans to sacrifice herself or anyone else, but she feels the urge to visit nonetheless; not only is it a place steeped in Spirale’s history -- and as such could hold clues to what both the city and Radial Island are -- but sitting there amongst the flowers at the cliff’s edge makes her ever more aware of her mortality and the sacrifice she herself had almost made, only a few months ago.

“Give them strength! Take my life if you must!” She can hear her own voice echo within the depths of her mind, a desperate plea made when she believed all their efforts had been exhausted. The twin leaders had disappeared after the battle, and, not knowing what to do, she and the rest of SEES had been willing to give everything for them to succeed and defeat Nyx once and for all -- and thankfully they hadn’t had to. In the end, the only sacrifice had been their memories...and even then she had regained them again, though the remembrance of living in ignorant bliss until the end of the school year still manages to send a chill down her spine. 

Her eyes have been closed as she reflects, a gentle breeze blowing through her hair. It’s been a while since she has felt such complete and utter peace, and as she opens them once more, it comes as a surprise for her to see someone else there, a woman gazing at her rather curiously. Not knowing what to say -- or if she should even say anything -- she remains silent for a moment more, until a few words leave her lips: “It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?”

[championofgold]

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“You would not believe the day I have had,” the excitement in Clíona’s voice is only matched by the bright grin on her face. She’d been going since early this morning, looking around the festival and joining in on any remotely athletic competition she could. And now, she was standing beside Sonya at the parade, watching as celebrations filled the streets.

“I think I almost threw out my shoulder on one of those...jet skis? It was quite the rush. I did not realize how painful ‘wiping out’ could be.” As she speaks, she hands a bottle of water to the other woman. It may have been a celebration, but the heat was just as present, and it would sap the life from anyone who didn’t stay hydrated, “And then I participated in that...volleyed ball game,” she laughs heartily and shakes her head, “Do you think sand has any health benefits if you ingest it? If so, I may have eaten enough for a lifetime.”

Despite this, she’s beaming, and seems to have just as much energy as when she woke up. “How about yourself, any interesting stories so far?” They decided to meet up for the parade, but there was a semi-unspoken understanding that the evening could drag on long past that. Clíona was just having a great time, and if Sonya happened to be with her for part of it, that meant she would have company. Celebrating alone was well and good, but having someone around was just as nice.

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It occurs to the Doll that she knows little about this place - about the kind of technology that exists in different wards, and even in this one. Luckily, without venturing into Fibonacci’s spiral, there were some businesses that could help her - it’s a day’s journey to find a bookstore she likes the look of, especially since she cannot trust the buses quite yet. She finds it, of course, and enjoys the more dim and cool interior, putting her at ease.

She idly looks through the books, trying to find a title that captures her interest, one that promises some information about this world or another world - technology or magic, for she feels some of this must be what others would call magic - and when her long fingers reach out to tug the book out, she finds her hand brushing the hand of another woman’s. Startled, she pulls her hand back, glancing over to see the face of the other.

“My apologies, madam.” She seems content to try to take another, however...

There’s no other copy. This is the only one. She stares at it, the slightest bit sadly, but --

“Do you need this? It would truly likely better serve you.”

[rauubtier-blog]

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There are a few habits that Wolf has tried to stick to as times and settings have changed. Morning jogs are one of those things. She goes off early in the morning, and traces a path a few kilometers long, until she’s managed to lose part of herself in a racing heart and exhaustion. This time, Popcorn joins her, racing along with her tongue lolling out, and Wolf even smiles as the sweat builds up on her brow.

Nowadays, she takes laps around a park path. The first time she sees Sonya, it’s just as a blur of familiar colors and a fleeting thought. So, when she loops around the next time, she pulls Popcorn to a stop, and looks over Sonya quietly. She doesn’t have much to say, but tries to acknowledge the other anyways.

“I didn’t take you as a morning person, Sonya.” 

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shamelessmage replied to your post: “How… do, you… Kiss– better?” If people are going...

“Oh? Is there someone you wanna impress with those skills? You know… The best way is to just practice with said person. There’s no big secret, everyone’s different.”

“Uuuu...” Well, that won’t do. They’ve only kissed once! (Twice if you count the Pocky Incident, but that was an accident.) “How... do, I-- ask?”

[championofgold]

❝ Freebasing is the greatest orgasm known to man. ❞

“What is--” She stops mid sentence and furrows her brow, “I don’t know what that is?” Her voice raises a couple of pitches out of sheer confusion.And then, realizing the ambiguity of what she just said, she waves her hands in front of her, “I know what an orgasm is, I don’t know what....freebasing is. Is it a position of some sort?” The little hamster that powers her brain is working so fucking hard right now.

[championofgold]

🧥 be found wearing your muse’s sweater/coat/article of clothing

“So anyways, I was able to find so--” she stops short when she walks into her room and sees Sonya standing there with one of her shirts on. They all looked the same, honestly - the loose white cotton, the neckline that normally stopped short on Clíona but looked more like a deep v-neck on Sonya.The sleeves that she normally wore rolled up but were baggy on the other woman’s arms.The shirts fit Clíona, and Sonya was much smaller than she was - in height, in terms of musculature. It wasn’t a bad look, though.She barely stops a laugh, but the smile and compliment are genuine, “You look good. Let me guess, you ‘forgot’ sleepwear again? I am starting to think you just like wearing my clothes.” 

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This was probably one of the few times Sonya got to see Clíona quiet.Now that much of the technology in this world was working again, Clíona had managed to obtain an RC car through questionable means. The manual set opened next to her as she stared at it, tiny screwdriver for tiny screws poking at it and taking it apart slowly as she tries to figure out just how the hell it worked.At some point, Sonya had sat down next to her with a book or something, though she could feel the woman glancing at her occasionally while she worked.And then, as if in a knowing response to her growing tension, she feels an arm rested on her shoulder and fingers run through her hair.When did she get closer?Not that it mattered.Clíona sighs, and leans back in her seat, closing her eyes and decompressing while Sonya plays with her hair.Eventually, she opens her eyes and glances at Sonya. She picks up the controller and waves it in the air when she speaks. “There are so many tiny little wires. According to this booklet, it uses electricity to power it. What I do not understand, however, is how it is controlled without magic.” There’s a sort of resigned irritation in her voice, the kind that only comes from being well and truly stumped.