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MOON AND SUN SYMBOLISM. barkbarkbark. Kuro is truly feeding us today. 🙏

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gonna do a small muse overhaul, but have a plotting call!!

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I FORGOT MY PASSWORD. but hi, hello !! i've finally been playing hsr, so i'm itching to write.

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i know i said i was going to do starters / replies, but i started playing zzz. 👉👈

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spare plotting call?

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shoves a new starter call in your hands.

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adding miss ruan mei as a muse. 🫶

also finally started on amphoreus, so expect muses from it sometime soon.

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spare plotting call?

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hope is the thing with feathers 🕊️

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How did your pulls go?❤️‍🔥

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a  dismissive  wave  of  her  hand  followed  upon  hearing  his  initial,  teasing  reply.  "  if  that's  what  the  high  elder  is  worried  about,  i'll  make  certain  no  one  will  see  us.  ~  "  a  continuation  of  the  jest,  one  eye  closing  shut  while  a  single  digit  was  placed  in  front  of  her  lips  —  smile  tugging  at  the  corner  of  her  lips.

if  it  wasn't  obvious,  then  surely  the  gentle  twitch  of  foxian'  ears,  along  with  the  enthusiastic  swaying  on  tail  were  a  dead  give  -  away  of  her  happiness.  laughter  ensued  upon  hearing  his  fair  demand.  "  sounds  like  you  must've  quite  some  stories  to  tell  me.  "  now,  for  certain,  baiheng's  interest  and  curiosity  was  piqued,  causing  her  head  to  slightly  tilt  to  the  side  while  her  gaze  remained  fixated  upon  him.

"  hmm  ..  well,  since  a  secluded  place  is  in  demand..  i  might  know  a  spot.  mind  riding  a  starskiff  with  me,  high  elder?  "

Baiheng's presence was like the sun breaking through the clouds of a brooding, gray sky and one that the High Elder could always appreciate. Off the heels of an interventionist mission in a nearby star system that had been encroached upon by the Abundance--as was the Alliance's charge when not driven into warfare--it was easy to say that Dan Feng had been wearied by the weeks away.

How similar, yet not his charges, were compared to Baiheng, daughter of the Yaoqing's most storied skyfaring family, who seemed to embody freedom. "Hm, drinking wine? One might think that improper of the High Elder," Dan Feng replied with a jocular tug of his lips, making a beeline for Baiheng. "But, I suppose I don't have much of a choice, do I? Baiheng, it's only fair if you tell me about your travels. I'll do the same, but this is the price that has to be paid. Hopefully, Jingliu won't mind too much." No, she wouldn't. In their circle of friends, he and Jingliu were the most similar and both of them vastly appreciated their extroverted friends' quirks. "Is there any place in particular you wanted to try this wine at?"

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she  hadn't  expected  the  sound  of  his  footfall  drawing  closer,  hadn't  expected  this  tone  in  which  he  called  her  name.  it  wasn't  new  —  she'd  heard  him  talk  like  that  before,  albeit  a  long  time  ago.  before  he  was  a  trailblazer.

you  still  see  me  for  me,  don't  you?

she  wasn't  certain  what  he  meant.  the  way  he  spoke  earlier  reminded  her  of  earlier  days,  reminded  her  of  how  he  —  as  a  stellaron  hunter  —  used  to  talk.  but  not  as  a  trailblazer.  he  seemed..  more  carefree,  living  in  the  thrill  while  worried  about  his  companions  —  no,  friends  —  even  those  he  only  just  met.

relief,  followed  by  guilt  bubbled  up  into  her  chest.  this  isn't  part  of  elio's  script.  as  much  as  she  so  wanted  to  get  closer  to  him  —  to  reconnect,  to  remind  him  of  their  friendship  they  established  over  the  years  they  had  worked  together.  but  she  knew  she  couldn't.  it'd  mess  with  everything.  it'd  mess  with  the  person  he  became.  he  seemed  happier,  livelier  than  he  seemed  to  be  when  he  was  part  of  the  stellaron  hunters.  it'd  be  selfish  if  she  were  to  ruin  that,  to  possibly  take  him  from  that  happiness.

the  friendship  he'd  given  her  on  penacony  was  enough  to  soothe  the  ache  of  wanting  more.  he  gave  her  a  finger,  and  firefly  knew  she  wanted  to  take  his  entire  hand.

"  i  don't  think  i  should  be  the  one  answering  that.  "

because  as  much  as  she  wanted  to  say  'no',  she  knew  it  wasn't  her  place.

"  i  meant..  when  you  discovered  who  i  really  was.  "  because  regardless  of  how  stoic  and  daring  and  brave  she  might've  been  inside  that  mechanoid  armor..  that  was  still  SAM.  not  her,  not  firefly.  she  still remembered how  anxious  she  felt,  how  her  stomach  was  in  a  knot  —  thinking  over  and  over  how  to  best  reveal  her  identity  to  him.  plus,  if  anything,  if  they  were  supposed  to  be  foes  now,  she  didn't  want  him  to  hate  her. but if anything, their conversation right at this moment was enough to reassure herself that perhaps, he did not hate her.

There is a moment's pause as they find themselves here. Amidst some nebulous, floating unknown in the depths of Penacony. Her voice is like a tide back to that beginning wrought with questions, questions, questions. Everything must remain unknown, trudge forward, have no control. It's from the sound of a Firefly that the weight finds itself gleaned from a different perspective. How fear dragged in before this very idea from her side.

Caelus's eyes felt tensed as he watch that silver hair work as a cloak, masking that expression from whatever grim, dark potential his answers may hold. An inherent frustration blooms and by no means of her making. Merely at the man he used to be, and in many ways seemingly hadn't changed from being. Soon, it'd be the sound of his footsteps pressing forward that begins his answer.

A scattered dream that's like a far off memory.

A far off memory that's like a scattered dream. I want to line the pieces up.

Yours and Mine.

"Firefly." His voice is leveled, there's a measure of weight that almost feels alien from his most vigor driven style of living. "Even now. You still see me for me, don't you?"

When he stops, the distance between them has dwindled, always so fearless even if his head is a pool of unknown past, turbulent present and unknown future.

"If I hated you, then grieving the way I did would've never happened. It-- brought something to the surface." And it felt like a distant fantasy to even imagine how. Just more of that damnable, immovable barrier of noises held firm in the scape of his mind.

"How you were never a stranger. That instead of being some weird brand of travel guide, you held pages of my life." How it felt right. How that very pain needed to be there, for she was important to him.

"Does hate really have a place here?"

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shoves a new starter call in your hands.

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shoves a new starter call in your hands.

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hi, hello !!! sorry for the sudden mia, i'll finally be around again. 🫶

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i live again ! finally sitting down to start playing the hsr 3.0 update. 😮‍💨

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sadly won't be able to play 3.0 until this weekend, so please make sure to tag any spoilers. 🥹