#wyntremorne

[noctalaethra]

ㅤㅤ. ݁₊ ⊹ .𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ݁ ㅤ 「ㅤ@wyntremorneㅤ」ㅤㅤpresented a perspective: ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ⤷ㅤdo you ever plan on forgiving yourself?

𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐌.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤI don't know.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThe expression of the femme scarcely changes,ㅤsomething stirs behind the eyelids like the surface of a lake after the wind has finally settled.ㅤAmaranthines lower as buttlerfly lashes close down.ㅤThe admission remains the most quiet thing that has started the conversation,ㅤno reharsed wisdom waits to soften the meaning behind those words and absolutely there doesn't exist a graceful answer she can offer even with the years of reflection.

Honesty.ㅤFingertips trace the edge of one sleeve,ㅤa familiar habit that intends to anchor the now femme as the memory wanders elsewhere she cannot return to.ㅤThose days where the verdant scenery and the transition to autumn were the only worry left,ㅤto see the leaves falls unto the ground where they would rot awaiting the death as winter embraced them.ㅤA moment when treachery bonfires were the only warmth that would touch the pale countenance alongside a familiar face that asks for a dance that is no longer here echoes.ㅤThe rough hands of someone that she has now lost to time still aches in the what ifs and what is not.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤFor a long time I don't think I believe I deserved to.ㅤForgiveness always felt like something meant for other people.ㅤSomething I could offer freelyㅤㅤ...ㅤㅤso long as I never expected it in return.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤAnd those thoughts are the ones that brings the faint touch of a smile upon tiers that are pressed in a thin line.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤIt's rather hypocritical when I say it aloud.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤMelancholy is a companion that akin to fear festers upon the darkness corners,ㅤgrief is untouchable;ㅤit lingers and stays as long as you give it importance.ㅤOutside,ㅤsomewhere far beyond the window they are looking at,ㅤthe wind blows and she femme of springtide listens,ㅤas though nature might answer in the place of those voices long gone.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤThere are things I've done that I cannot undo.ㅤPeople I couldn't save.ㅤChoices I still revisit when the nights grow too quiet.ㅤI used to think forgiving myself would mean pretending those things never mattered.ㅤThe thing is,ㅤI don't believe that anymore.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤSuch certainty comes in a soft intonation,ㅤhead lifts then meeting Veronika's face without flinching at the thought of being seen.

❛❛ㅤㅤPerhaps forgiveness has less to do with forgetting.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThe existance of people that once loved her deserved to be loved too,ㅤeven when the flesh and bone rotted into the depths of the earth and the soul has returned to places she cannot go.ㅤSilence returns with a warmth tone this time,ㅤpatient.ㅤA certain smile returns to the facade of the femme,ㅤfragile and yet genuine.ㅤHands cross over the height of the chest.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤAm I thereㅤ.ᐣㅤNo.ㅤI think the fact someone can ask me that question now and I don't get to answer never might be the closest thing to hope I've had in a very long time.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤ

[memovia]

♕ . ― The moon hangs high and the night is silent. Two silhouettes remain as they were on the balcony, side by side, bathing underneath the lunar body's glow. The gentle wind caresses her cheek, and Tynaris is reminded on how simple moments like these are quite literally a safe haven.

The past catches up to her more often than not. In her dreams, whether asleep or wide awake— the aftermath of their experimentation will always have a grip on her. A shadow of herself, a reminder that she is a monster. Their eyes, their hands, their words... while her name has become Tynaris, Subject 001 will always be a part of her until her death.

(If she can even die, of course.)

And if this was all meant to be, then it is cruel. Much as what had happened to Veronika. They are, after all, two sides of the same coin in a way.

So, she turns to the other— navy eyes look at her in contemplation for a moment before asking.

❝ Veronika, have you ever believed in the concept of... Fate? ❞

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[memovia]

♟. ― Cassian's golden eyes do not stray from hers. Instead, they look upon Veronika with rare thoughtfulness. It is like staring into a mirror and yet, not quite so. He knows that she, of all people, has a different answer to the same problem.

While he chooses to press intentionally against the cut, reminding himself that it hurts, it hurts... it hurts! She chooses to turn away from the monster within. Why? Why not mold herself into a tool for revenge as well? He wonders.

❝ Then what would you do in this case? If you were to finally meet them face to face... do you think you can resist the temptation to kill? ❞

Cassian asks simply, directly even. The last few words seep into a demonic echo. The other consciousness within his head whirs and growls, feeding into the anger that is born from loneliness and abuse. The world may have turned away from them, but they can still hold each other's hand.

He steps forward. A charming smile paints his expression, while all else bathes in the light... his eyes remain cascaded by the shadows.

❝ I can help you, you know. It'll be easy, like a snap of a finger. ❞

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[noctalaethra]

ㅤㅤ. ݁₊ ⊹ .𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ݁ ㅤ 「ㅤ@wyntremorneㅤ」ㅤㅤpresented a perspective: ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ⤷ㅤdo you trust me enough to close your eyes?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.ㅤThe countenance of springtide is drenched in surprise at those little word's spoken of winter herself.ㅤCold,ㅤclear,ㅤstraight.ㅤA small,ㅤgentle thing that can happend when that trusting bond has occured.ㅤIt is that,ㅤsmall.ㅤShe could repeat the words slowly,ㅤtasting them and getting a consideration out of such.ㅤFeline eyes remain sharp upon her friend for a moment longer than it should beㅤㅤ────ㅤㅤas the faintest of smiles begins to emerge from the twitch of the corner of the lips heavensward in a blink of butterfly eyelashes.ㅤThere was a time when the answer would have required time.ㅤTrust when it felt fragile,ㅤconditional and something earned inch by inch through the carefulness of springtide.ㅤNowㅤ.ᐣㅤThe realization lingers within the marrow of the bones that create that ribcage of hers,ㅤshe cannot remember exactly when it stopped being a inquire.ㅤA questionㅤㅤ...ㅤㅤWhen it stopped being uncomfortable.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤThat's a terrible amount of power to give someone.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ

The amusement sings upon each word in a defined lullaby,ㅤlithe in confinement and unmistakable.ㅤLacunas become lightless among the possible darkness that could engulf them at any moment given in weakness.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤWhat if you've spent all these years secretly waiting for an opportunity to push me down a flight of stairsㅤ.ᐣㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤA beat passes,ㅤthen another and a laughter happens.ㅤLight.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤYou don't have to answer that.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤWithout further addiction or ceremony,ㅤthe veils of flesh close down.ㅤWithout hesitation and just like that.ㅤThere's no need to make a dramatic declaration and put conditions where they shouldn't be.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤHappy nowㅤ.ᐣㅤIf I didn't trust you,ㅤI wouldn't have done it.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤA matter-of-fact,ㅤcarrying weight than a grand confession could.ㅤThe people she willingly closes her eyes around are very few,ㅤbeing able to count them with the fingers of a single hand.ㅤAnd the people she never worries about opening them around again are fewer still.

[nightslair]

         — ; @wyntremorne . . . another guest steps inside.

A person could find entertainment in many ways if one were not opposed to being a little more creative. Lǐ Zhěn always had some pleasure in proving that the impossible was very much doable with the right amount of patience and knowledge. While Yèlán Garden was infamous for its entertainment and fine wine and snacks, the owner's pride was the flowers and plants one could find on every level of the five floors, but also very much so outside.

“You are right, in theory, they are not able to bloom at a place like that, but you are looking at the fifteenth generation of crossbreeding this flower with one that is very similar and holds all the attributes to do so. If one does so carefully, you can keep the appearance of one closely while gaining the strength of another.”

[noctalaethra]

ㅤㅤ. ݁₊ ⊹ .𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ݁ ㅤ 「ㅤ@wyntremorneㅤ」ㅤㅤpresented a perspective: ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⤷ㅤwe can make new memories to replace the others.

The world falls silent,ㅤsoft in their delivery and devasting in a simplicity hard to describe.ㅤMost people speak about memory like it's something clean like a well-polished blade.ㅤSomething that can be sorted,ㅤneatly,ㅤinto before and after.ㅤGrief and healing,ㅤloss and replacement.ㅤLingering,ㅤstaining,ㅤsurviving in a body that tries to reject it after the mind begs it not to.

Customary to remain sylphine,ㅤlithe in execution of maneveur.ㅤTimbre falls betwixt lacunas,ㅤhoney-drenched and after all,ㅤsaccharine.ㅤIt has been forte,ㅤa game that exceeds and reveals itself in residue in the place of someone's heart:ㅤmemory has never behaved kindly from the woman whose colors resemble sprintime.ㅤBlossomed as ribs are meant to be cages,ㅤthorns become the cage it brings as survival.

Gaze lowers,ㅤthoughtful and distant suggesting the tracing of old ghosts of the past.ㅤA graveyard of empty promises that sharpen with time,ㅤfar away from dulling and embedding themselves beneath the skin until they become impossible to separate from the person that carries the heavy burden of many things in the gaps of the mind.ㅤThat is what frightens the most about the tenderness in Veronika's voice.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤI don't think it works like that.ㅤThe old ones don't disappear simply because better things come after them.ㅤPeople like to speak of healing as thought it means forgetting,ㅤbutㅤㅤ...ㅤㅤI'm not sure forgetting has ever been the point.ㅤㅤ❜❜

Silence stretches,ㅤthe femme studied the other trying to understand how someone can be so hopeful without the sentence of judgement being naïvetty.ㅤHow she can look at someone carrying so much history and still speak in terms of future instead of the painful damage that last longer than a breath from nostrils.​​​​​​ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤMemories aren't meant to replace one another at all.ㅤImportant ones simply learn how to exist beside the painful ones.ㅤUntil eventually what aches in your chest stops being the only thing you remember first.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤ

[noctalaethra]

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[noctalaethra]

ㅤㅤ. ݁₊ ⊹ .𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ݁ ㅤ 「ㅤ@wyntremorneㅤ」ㅤㅤpresented a perspective: ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⤷ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ what did they do to you?

An insatiable hunger rumbling deep within the catacombs of the soul.ㅤOh,ㅤsweet death:ㅤyou have yet to embrace the thorns of springtime.

Only silence remains，the femme of pink strands of hair blinks onceㅤ────ㅤslow,ㅤas if reality itself wasn’t wrapping around the fractured light that bathes each curve,ㅤvengeance pills up；ㅤthe bilis making a pool beneath scaling up the long dove throat to make a throne of her own mouth into a curl that doesn't resemble a smile in the slightless.ㅤAmaranthine drifts away.ㅤWhat to sayㅤ.ᐣㅤ To break a person is the simplest of terms.

A faint exhale leaves her,ㅤsomething along the lines of a smile that trespassed dark dyed lipsㅤ﹒﹒﹒ㅤif there had been any warmth on it,ㅤthat is.ㅤWith violent fervor,ㅤthe terror once felt curls the tips of fingertips towards the dark fabric of the night time dress.ㅤIt has been now something gone,ㅤthe monster they made before to the one crawling now is nothing to compare.ㅤLarger claws,ㅤsharper teeth,ㅤwill of iron and something even more terrible:ㅤ something to protect and a heart.ㅤEverything is deliberate,ㅤdetermination acrosss the edges of carmine that bore with intent no one was able to decipher.ㅤ

Crystal Slevant stands with grace in the seat that has been home for the past few hours,ㅤtracing new operations,ㅤnewer forms of protecting those around.ㅤTaking care of a few new wounds,ㅤtoo.ㅤThose that still pour that red liquid they are so absent of mind when it comes to the battlefield.ㅤAll there is to it are the movements towards a few pages laying on the desk,ㅤwhich find themselves at one of the drawers of her own cobblestone desk.ㅤShe has lost a few younger recruits today,ㅤand despite being some that knew what the outcomes could be,ㅤfor her those few become those that tomorrow won't see the light of day and know linger in the form of petals in the Garden until they reach the Tree.ㅤ❛❛ㅤIs complicated to explain.ㅤI don’t think it’s a pretty story to tell.ㅤI got careless.ㅤHe has new pretty toys to play withㅤ﹒﹒﹒ㅤand they sting a little bit.ㅤ❜​​​​​​❜​​​​​​​​​​​​ ㅤ