#timeline:restless return

[annihilyza]

Lyza poked at the dying embers of her malnourished fire, huddled weak and eyes red from hours of sobbing. The emotional fallout of what she had done would not be over in a night. But in the depths of the Abyss, there was no time to simply wait and to grieve. There were things that needed to be done.

But, she wasn’t completely alone after all. Some miracle of acquaintance, that.

“You can come out now.” She barked out hoarsely, echoing across the plain. “I don’t want to talk any more than you do, but you could at least show yourself for once if you insist on watching me.”

@s-r-a-j-o

[annihilyza]

“No one ever brings me any food...” grumble grumble

[annihilyza]

@farnese-ojousama

Fresh back and unpacked from a trip to the surface hauling all manner of comfort goods down to the camp, Lyza rifled her fingers through the pages of a stack of loose booklets and lightly bound journals, struggling to keep them in her arms as she knocked on the doorway to Farnese’s quarters.

“Farnese, it’s Lyza. Are you busy? I’ve got something that might be of interest to you..”

[annihilyza]

@unmovable-sovereign

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Ozen cradled the small, soft face, and closed her eyes. She was still unused to anything more than the touching of lips, but she tried to follow Lyza’s lead, tongue peeking for tentative caresses. She stroked the smooth cheeks, long digits tracing the line of jaw. She sighed through her nose, and gave Lyza’s cute little mouth a firm peck.

“I–…” The words welled from within her, catching in her throat. She opened her eyes, and leaned away, studying Lyza’s face through a half-lidded gaze.

“…I think I…truly…” Her voice lowered to a whisper.

“…I might love you a little…”

Lyza nuzzled in contently, hands resting gently on Ozen’s shoulders as she relished in every moment of the simple pleasure of kissing her beloved. It was timid and gentle, Ozen’s fingers leaving lightly ticklish trails along her cheeks with ginger touches in between soft breaths, shaky and unsure. But the soft and supple swells of Ozen’s lips were tantalizing, and Lyza couldn’t get enough of their taste. With each touch, she eased in a little more, stealing deeper and longer brushes of lips, pushing against fleeting glimpses of tongue that promised more to follow.

When Ozen pulled away, Lyza’s breath fluttered with closed eyes, tongue idly moving to lick and gentle suck on her own lips to bask in the lingering sensations. She looked up at Ozen with a sunny smile, eyes shining her gentle affection into those of her partner as Lyza waited for her to speak.

The whisper washed over Lyza and froze her stiff in an instant, only her lips quivering as she processed Ozen’s quiet confession. Her heart thumped hard,  and the rapid flush of her cheeks made the warmth of the preceding smile look pale and thin with the onset of a deep glow. All Lyza could do was stare, struggling to form words, her lashes fluttering as joyful tears welled in the corners of her eyes.  

“You... lo....? Lo..ve... me?”

She raised a hand to her cheek, trying to wipe the beads from her lashes with fingers as she lowered her face. Lyza couldn’t describe the feelings that filled her, currents of sadness and vulnerability twined around strong joy, and the deep fulfillment of an endless longing.

“I’ve... wanted..I’ve waited... for you.. to say that... for so, so long...”

“You love me.... you love me...! ha.... ha ha...!”

Lyza’s breath trembled with soft, sniffling laughs, lips split in a joyful smile. Her face dipped towards Ozen’s collar, small hands clenched against her as Lyza tucked her body tight into Ozen’s chest.

“Say it... tell me again Ozen, again, and again...please...”

[annihilyza]

@redwhistle

Lyza crouched high in the thick leaves of a tree, waiting quietly as she watched from the darkness. Months since her return. Weeks since she had begun searching. Following tracks, patrolling obvious routes, searching everywhere from Idofront to the Great Fault. But finally, she’d found her.

In a safe clearing of the Goblet of Giants, hardly a stones throw away from her, three small travelers made their camp. A familiar boy, cloaked and shrouded. Clad in hands of wire and metal. An unusual furred creature- walking and talking like a human, but warped by the abyss. Not a monster... but a Hollow? And a young girl, not even a teen. Hardly old enough for the red whistle upon her neck, bright and eager and full of smiles.

Riko. Lyza’s long deserted daughter.

She was exactly like everyone had said. Exactly like Lyza expected her to be. She would have recognized her anywhere. Her father’s eyes and soft cheeks. Her own blond hair and fair skin. Lyza spent quite a deal of time just watching her from afar, until Riko waved off her companions, taking their waterskins and pot and heading off to a nearby stream.

Lyza was still hesitant about all of this, but now was the best chance she had to approach them without the robot or the narehate detecting her. She leaped and skipped through the trees, bouncing from one to another with barely a sound as she closed the distance, until she was only a few meters behind and above her in the branches, sitting casually on a low branch.

She spoke low and sternly at first, announcing her presence calmly before Riko had noticed her. “Don’t be alarmed, but I would appreciate if you did not call for your friends.”

“It’s been a long time, Riko.”

[annihilyza]

@lord-of-dawn

In the weeks between the latest cryptic exchange of sealed letters with Seeker camp, a lone caver climbs its way down the ice faults towards Idofront. Steady, practiced. Familiar with the terrain. She approaches, striding towards the base with grim determination as she clearly announces her prescence.

Lyza the Annihilator, Lyza the Dead, has returned to the altar of the last dive from above, spitting in the face of law and logic and the very Abyss itself. She’s come for Bondrewd. She’s come to talk.

[annihilyza]

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"Your spawn does not have a White Whistle. She's...

“Oh? Why is that?”

Lyza sighed and leaned over onto Ozen, “It’s just that...Riko doesn’t want to meet the Lyza that came back... she has her sights set on the legend calling her from the depths...”

“If I go and meet her on the fifth layer, what will she think of me? It’s not as if I am going to go back down with her... not yet. Not now. My whistle is gone, I am dead to the records, lost for 10 years. If it wasn’t because I gave myself to the abyss, what does it make me? Did I leave her alone for nothing?”

“...I cheated, and I can’t bring myself to face my daughter knowing that myself, any more than I can resist the urge to protect her, to keep us both away from this place.”

[annihilyza]

"Why do you drink so much? You didn't frequent bars so often at the beginning. What happened?"

“Funny of you to be asking that, Ozen. Fine, I’ll tell you.” 

“I started drinking a lot more right around the time you stopped drinking with me. After you shot me down with that cold shoulder, I was bored and lonely and there isn’t a damn thing do around your place. I didn’t even have my own place yet, so a couple nights I got the nerve to try the pubs and a drink or two with some new people.”

“One pint turns into two and the company’s lively, and it turned out that I’d never even been properly drunk before until I went shot-for-shot with a whole team…”

“I guess after a while I’d built up a taste for the stuff, and it kept bein’ the best time out for a laugh and… meeting people, so the habit just kind of stuck.”

“I can’t think of anything else I could be doin’, and I still love a good buzz.”