❤ ━━━━━ azure tempestuousness, wherein ocean contends with earth and firmament, is mirrored within his glance. inoue comprehends the magnitude of what is requested of him, as well as the repercussions that would ensue. heresy, treason, abnegation of a doctrine administered by ultima through the vessel of his own mother. repugnance coils in her abdomen at the false god's stratagems, the manner he persuades and bends mortal minds to his will. she cannot remain passive. inoue must refocus, dismantle, push back against the tide of obscurantism that threatens to swallow all. save what can be saved, beshield him, and those others who have been confined to mere pawns within ultima's grand design. is this not her raison d'être? what conceivable purpose could her power serve, if not to stand in opposition to ultima himself? he intends to propagate despair, annihilate, whilst she wants to impart hope, reconstruct, disown his devastation. aloneness renders her efforts futile; she is but a deficiency within ultima's macrocosm, a fragment he disowned, sentiments condemned as weakness. should she succeed in assembling allies, perhaps, just perhaps, lives may be preserved, and the world itself protected from collapse.
gentle hands caress the king’s countenance, as if he is something precious, irreplaceable. timbre mellows, barely audible. ❝ my lord, i’m sorry... ultima took advantage of your mother to attain you. he perverted her, twisted you, all your people, for one purpose only: obliteration. ❞ thumb traces his cheek line. ❝ do you truly believe your mother would want to see you sacrifice yourself for a deity who is no god at all ? A mother would never wish that for her child. Every mother wants her child to live, conquer, thrive... not be led to death. ❞ orihime's knowledge of his mother is fragmentary, but sufficient to recognize the permanent mark she has left upon him, perhaps the sole ember of warmth tethering him to humanity.
slender arms encircle barnaba’s neck, pulling him closer, as if she can armor him from the world’s cataclysm. ❝ you’re no fool. don’t say such a thing. ❞ words palpitate, urgent, as if repetition alone could make him believe. ❝ please, you are not a fool. merely led astray, that is all.❞ assistance is within her ability, and she is firm in her refusal to witness the world delapidate under ultima's machiavellianism, nor to abandon him amidst the concomitant ruin. he deserves more than this. a monarch free, who lives for himself, not for another's will. ❝ odin chose you because ultima thinks you’re the appropriate vessel to end it all. but i won’t let you destroy yourself! i won’t allow it! this world needs you....i need you. ❞ embrace accentuates, a silent battle waged against tears that imperil to fall from those beamful caramel irises.
❝ enough of death, suffering. my pure wish is for you, for all, to be free to exist. ultima is not the answer. the so-called new world he extols is nothing but a figment. ❞ once more, hands ascend to hold his physiognomy, caramel-hued eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she gazes into his blue depths. ❝ i’m what he tossed aside. what he means by fragility. love, and hope. if, if you side with me, he’ll swallow his own venom. ❞ odin’s power alone will not be enough. she will need more allies, those willing to oppose him. there is still time. judgment has not come. ❝ i’ll sacrifice everything. for humanity, for you. hubris is a common affliction. perfection is merely an illusion, my beloved. imperfections shall persist. Yet, loving, despite those flaws, is a precious privilege. ❞ a gentle smile graces lips amid the moisture intruding upon her gaze. ❝ flaws make us unique. if we love them, everything can improve. ❞ that is what she can do, what ultima cannot. see beauty in inadequacy, accept others as they are, not as they should be. ❝ to the deity you so ardently defend, you are but odin. yet to me, you are barnabas, a king, imperfect yet worthy of love and embrace. ❞
silence, punctuated by a measured exhalation, precedes her next utterance. it's impossible for her to know if her words reach him, if even the miniscule sliver of light penetrates his heart. ❝ why save you, you question ? ❞ enquiry is echoed, posture unchanged save for a slight pullback, remaining on her knees to meet his look, caramel irises encompassed with a variety of sentiments that propel her forward. ❝ corruption will always exist, in this life and in the next. it’s a flaw of humanity. laws and order help, but they cannot obliterate it. ❞ orihime's focus descends to her upturned palms, poised before them as if in supplication. ❝ if these hands can save you, if this heart can love you, anything is possible. i will fight for hope with my own hands. ❞ beautiful countenance is tilted to meet his. ❝ if one such as i can extend love to a man such as you, hope endures for this world. the adversary who threatens hope is ultima, and it's he whom i must oppose. ❞ a hand tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. ❝ your power alone is not enough....but there are others. if i can gather them, if the dominants stand with me, i can help to save this world. i can save you. your mother will see a true king, leading his people, liberated. ❞ palms enclose his with a firmness that belies delicate appearance. ❝ i know i ask a lot. perhaps i'm foolish, a girl enamoured with a man who deems himself too far gone. but my heart commands me. so i ask, as a humble soul, lend me your strength, my lord. let me preserve what remains of you. let me embrace your darkness, love you as you are. ❞ head inclines in a gesture of profound respect. despite the divine presence that suffuses her, humility prevails, and she bows. love and hope converge, enveloping a man whom many have condemned to ultima's design.
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