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[boltsunder]

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The Merlin's Claw has never once lacked for grace-- the type more akin to a predator on the prowl, azure eyes focused on her target... who had, as expected, stepped right into the trap she had laid. A slight tilt of her head gave the impression of a hunter studying the subtle movements of their prey, willing to wait and bide their time before taking the opportunity to strike. One shot was all she needed. Her aim was true, and her arrow always found its mark.

"My, Miss Eden. It seems our paths cross once again," Feixiao murmurs as she ducks her head to hover close to the other's ear, a gruff chuckle following suit. There's a gentle brush of fingers against her companion's side, almost as if she's testing the waters-- but then, with an ease that suggested she had done this many times before-- her arm encircled her waist in order to draw her closer.

Her movements are laced with a hint of possessiveness in her contact, yet it somehow remains more as an invitation rather than a claim. A subtle demand for her to lean into the movement as the General's hand rested just above the dip of her hip, her fingers splayed wide enough to give a firm hold as the corners of her lips curved upwards into a cocky grin. "Perhaps we can take this opportunity to share a few drinks?" Her free hand moves to take Eden's chin between her fingers, gently tilting her head back just enough for their gazes to lock. There's fondness in the depths of her own eyes, yet there's also a fleeting glimpse of a beast that hungers-- ready to tear into its prey and leave nothing left behind. "Or... do you have better ideas?" There's only a heartbeat of a pause before the General leans in, lightly bumping their noses together. Her breath remains hot on Eden's lips, and the temptation to take is staggering-- but there are times when she can be patient. A successful hunt is not borne from hastiness and instant gratification; those teachings have long since been woven into the very fabric of her bones. "As for myself... I like to think I'm quite good at improvising." Her words come out as more of a growl than anything else before she closes the distance between them, and it's much gentler than it may seem- her ears flatten against her head, her arm pulling Eden that much closer to her chest. Sharp canines apply just enough pressure to be a threat, and mayhaps even a promise-- and Feixiao has always been a woman of her word.

She's sure that her smile can be felt more than seen as she leans closer into her embrace, focused on her prize for the evening's duration. (Well, truthfully... She never had realized that there was mistletoe hanging above them both.)

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[aevitium]

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[DRAGON DANCE] The discouraged muttering of the crew casts a shadow on Eden's parade, no matter how small. Unable to bear the thought of dissappointing any onlookers, her eavesdropping proves useful, now tasked with finding one more willing volunteer to save the celebration. If one woman's efforts could avoid a lapse in energy for a festival such as this, Eden surely had to try. And, with a little luck, she knew just the person to look for. "Have you seen a short, pink woman around?" Her inquiry bears fruit immediately. Eden's dress, red and gold to match the occasion, flutters hurriedly through the crowd, her dear friend not leaving her eyesight for a moment. "Elysia~!" She coos. "Come, come. We must save the dragon's dance ourselves!" Her glass in hand sloshes dangerously close to the edge as she claps Elysia's hand in her own, pulling her along.

Eden's is a siren's call, her name sweet and steeped in the liquor on Gold's tongue. Her head has not been turned even a moment before there is a hand in hers and there is the songstress herself, the very image of elegance, were you to disregard the flush in her cheeks.

"Must we?" She does not object in any physical sense, allows herself to be pulled along at the other's demand. For all she might joke that Eden becomes so easy like this, she herself is hardly any better. "Ah, but really, what's the point in such a performance if my face can't even be seen?"

As though there is a world in which her whining might be believed.

A sigh, over-dramatic and full of utterly feigned acceptance-- "Oh, fine. I do so enjoy playing the hero, after all..."

[fermatafour]

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The Stellaron Hunter savored her wine, the rich, velvety taste lingering on her tongue as she stared absently at the rows of bottles lining the bar. The seat beside her creaked softly as someone settled into it. Kafka tilted her head slightly, her peripheral catching the faintest glint of gold as the woman addressed the bartender. Kafka didn't turn her head, letting the exchange unfold.

The bartender rattled off a list of wines, his enthusiasm bordering on theatrical. Kafka almost tuned him out until she caught the shift in his gaze—bouncing from the stranger to her, his grin widening. She followed his glance upward, her curiosity rewarded by the sprig of mistletoe swaying cheerfully above them.

Her lips curved into a lazy smirk, her amusement barely concealed. She tapped the bar lightly, catching the attention of the woman beside her. Violet eyes met gold, and Kafka gestured upward with an elegant tilt of her finger. The woman followed the motion, her gaze flicking to the mistletoe. Her lack of protest was all Kafka needed.

With a glimmer of mischief, Kafka drained the last of her wine and rose, slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in. She leaned in and trailed a finger along the woman's throat, from the hollow of her collarbone to the tip of her chin. Gentle pressure tipped her head upward, and then Kafka kissed her, the taste of the wine slipping between them.

When she pulled back, Kafka's gaze lingered, lidded and unreadable, as she ran her tongue across her own lips. "She'll have the Amber Huadiao. Your oldest vintage," she said, her voice smooth as silk. She tossed a credit chit onto the counter without looking back, a sly wink sent the woman's way as she turned to leave.

"Happy holidays."

[octoboltflash]

Eden cocks her head, pretending her stare is anything more than selfish.

"You remind me of someone I once knew." Her glass set down, she hovers in front of the dark woman's curtain of hair, as if discerning her recognition upon each strand. Honeyed eyes fill with wonder.

"Your family name wouldn't happen to be Mei, would it?"

The soft, soothing lilt of an unfamiliar voice immediately draws her attention-- Acheron turns to face the source, and finds herself looking ... confused, and completely caught off guard by the proclamation. "... How did you know that?" She blurts out in an incredulous tone, her brows arched high enough into an expression that really doesn't fit her normal demeanor. "It was, at one point. Not many are... aware of it, though."

There's an odd sense of deja vu here, and she takes a step back before bringing a gloved hand to rub at the bridge of her nose. "It's not the first time I've heard this. I assure you-- I'm not the person you once knew. Though that begs the question..." "Who are you?"

[creationkissed]

For Penacony, the Planet of Festivities, to host something as grand as a banquet over something as trivial as a reveal for a drink brand’s new flavour truly does sound like the height of utter indulgence—but indulgence is precisely what the Golden Hour was made for, and both the attendees and hosts delivered.

She had only been passing by when one of the hosts caught sight of her and invited her into the venue with an overly enthusiastic tug of her arm. “It’s an event to behold!” The man would claim, before handing her a bottle of SoulJoy and ushering her through the glittering entrance with a wide, almost manic grin. She had to squint as she was immediately met with such dazzling lights, flickering as though distant stars, laughter and music blending into a loud, intoxicating symphony.

For a moment, Bianka had simply settled with standing at the edge of the venue—an outsider in a sea of radiant smiles and lavish attires. Few have been kind enough to stop by and greet her; some would even offer her bottles of SoulGlad or SoulJoy, eagerly awaiting her opinions about the drinks. Each time, she would answer, “they all the tasted similar,” much to the poor guests’ dismay. It wasn’t until a short while later that it finally dawned upon her what the event was for: a silly competition between two brands, and a dramatic build up to the grand reveal of their new flavours.

As the hosts called for everyone to take their seats, promising to serve “Drinks that shall rewrite history!” Bianka scanned the room once more, hoping to find a quiet corner where she could slip away unnoticed. Instead, her steps faltered, her gaze falling on someone. A stranger, yet not. A face that, inexplicably, felt familiar in a way it should not.

And it was… weird. To find someone from a memory she had relived while in the Seed of Sumeru. Yet, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and overwhelming extravagance, theirs was the only one that felt remotely welcoming. So, though she hesitated for a moment, Bianka moved closer, clinging to even the slightest chance that the familiar stranger would be kind enough to grant her company.

She would not know of her, no doubt. Even if, in that memory, Bianka had long witnessed the way her eyes crinkled as she smiled, listened to the way she spoke, laughed together with her and hummed to the songs she would sing—songs Bianka had never heard before on radios and TV.

When she finally reached the table, she cleared her throat softly, a clumsy, lopsided smile curling from her lips. “Excuse me,” she began, voice tinged with a quiet, almost hesitant hope. “Would it be alright to sit with you?”

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[RED ENVELOPES] - Customize your own envelope as a gift to those most cherished. Whether you slip in some mora or a confession of love, even the smallest of envelopes can be life-changing!

"And for our brave leader, an envelope, just for you. Happy Lantern Rite, Kevin!" Her voice sing-songs around his shoulders, forcing the envelope into his open palm. Eden meant no surprise; but this was a gift Kevin was not allowed to refuse. The envelope's contents jingle merrily.

"Ah. Eden." He had not expected a gift from her, but he would of course never refuse it. Though the boy that had been her greatest fan was from a time long past, there were flickers of him in the man that stood before her.

He dug into his coat pocket, and extracted the jade stone he had selected for her, a part of a set he had given to all of their comrades present.

"And this is for you."

[tempered-chill]

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[boltsunder]

The soft giggle from her companion comes out a little bit more adorable than likely intended, and it's a bit contagious-- Feixiao's deep, rumbling chuckle follows suit effortlessly, even as she flashes her canines in a smile. The Merlin's Claw is known for ferocity on the battlefield: unrelenting, bold, a proclamation to chase her target to the ends of the earth. When her sights are set on a goal... there's nothing that keeps her from it, and Eden's final comment breaks the last shred of her self control and better judgment. Well. And the alcohol too, probably. She's conveniently choosing to ignore that part on her own behalf. "Singing? Perhaps you should show me," She drawls, only the slightest hint of a slur seeping into her words. She's never had any problem holding her alcohol, but enough drinks and the effects are finally starting to make themselves show. "I don't know much, but I did learn to play the dizi from my Master. Doubt I could do much with it at this very moment, though." "A gift... hm," Feixiao feigns an expression of deep thought, azure eyes flickering over and narrowing to lock with Eden's gaze. Her ears flatten slightly, gloved hand clenching into a fist in order to keep herself grounded and keep her filter in place. "A performance, from an esteemed musician? I think it would be rather enjoyable. I don't get to spend much time indulging, you see." Finishing off the remainder of her cup, she frowns once realizing that their bottle is empty. But it's as good of a sign as any to take their leave, and the General slowly pushes herself to her feet-- she sways for only a second before stretching her arms high above her head, making a strangled noise as her body seems to appreciate the attempt at getting rid of the stiffness. She can feel Eden's gaze on her, and she can't help but lick her lips before moving over to offer her arm. Maybe Feixiao needs the support more than the other woman does, but whatever-- she'll manage. She's drank more than this before, and she'll certainly do it again. "I've got some manners, though. Perhaps I can show you around the Luofu... after sleeping this off." She stifles a hiccup, her face flushed red as she finally realizes: ohhhh.... one too many, maybe. "Shall we take our leave, Miss Eden?" @cabernetsauvignor

I'm about to Honkai Impact her world

Feixiao & Eden

[aevitium]

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Though it’s been years beyond years, to Eden it is merely moments between that eternal darkness and waking again in the light of others. She had not had to grapple with her death - it had been by her design and full intention. Her reawakening, however, was not as predictable, and it had puzzled her at first. Some misguided force had mistaken her presence as necessary, perhaps.  She has no need to question it, though. She simply is. It’s not until Eden spies a face all too familiar that she is put at ease, regardless of her purpose.  Though it’s been years, to Eden there is nothing more natural than reprising Elysia’s company. Reuniting with dear Elysia was reason enough to breathe new life into a body that deserved it not. A friend and a comfort, irreplaceable. “Oh, I’m happy to see you again. Let me treat you to dinner.” Her words practically dance from her tongue. Though Eden is usually measured in her speech, practiced in years of performance, there is genuine mirth to her words. She sets her cup down on the nearest surface delicately, and Eden opens her arms to her, offering an embrace. 

She is, as she always has been and always will be, like a waking dream. Eden-- that sweet, holy name, so befitting of she to whom it was given. Had Elysia not known so many lifetimes of gazing upon her, she might not think the other real. Too perfect to be tangible, too good to be true.

Oh, but Elysia knows she is real because she always has been. From the start of time there has been Eden, and until the end there will be still. Ego's eyes glitter with a thousand horizon's worth of stars, all so pale in comparison to Gold.

Let me treat you to dinner. Time, the very essence of the world, have taken new and unrecognizable shapes, but not Eden. Never Eden.

"Dinner," Elysia echoes, her voice in the clouds, "well, how could I ever turn down such an invitation~"

The other's arms fall open in way of an offer, an invitation, and as with the first Ego accepts without thought or hesitation. She moves as though drawn by marionette strings, or perhaps her own heart, further and further until she is buried in the warmth of her dearest friend once more. A reunion, a homecoming-- her nose pressed to Eden's collar and arms curled tightly around her. There is serenity in this, as there always has been.

Elysia breathes her in and then out once more, a soft sigh through her lips.

"We can stay like this a while first, though."

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Senti lets out a groan so loud you’d think a pig was squealing.

“Do we haaaave to??” she whines, sighing every molecule of air out of her lungs and draping her head at the notion of cleaning up the garden. Eden has only just mentioned it, but this is the worst thing that could’ve come out of this mission. The worst! The Herrscher makes a lazy, uninterested gesture at some graffiti scribblings on the gate next to her. “It’ll take so long to clean! Can you imagine what our backs will look like when we’re done? We’ll be mistaken for farming tools, and then some farmer will come pick us up and try to plant cabbage with us.” 

Another low, agonized wail follows suit, along with Senti’s foot kicking the aforementioned gate. Its rattle isn’t heard by any but them–a parallel to the uselessness of her anger. Since when was Eden of all people such a busybody anyways? From what Senti thinks she knows, this sort of work would be below her. “If we don’t deal with these guys at the source,” she adds, her tone turning a dial more severe, “they’re just going to come back. And then we’ll be so bent out of shape that the garbage man might get to us first.” 

She tilts her head to the sky. The clouds are dry, but it rained a little before they arrived. Enough for the smell to cling to stone pathways and leave plants looking greener, but not so kind as to make any of their work easier. The odd puddle stands in their way. Another little annoyance for Senti to grumble at. If they were chasing down bad guys, she could rub their faces in one and ask how they liked being made ugly…

But they’re not. Does Eden believe her better than that? Maybe she does. Maybe she thinks it’s Hua she’s speaking to–and maybe it is. Senti casts her glare back at the Star, this time trying to pierce past the skin. But even if she is the same person, that person has grown and changed. She–or at least this part of her–wants to eat good food and put evildoers in their place. “Tch, look,” she steps closer. Close enough that the little things which make her her might be appreciated, “whatever your deal was with the old-timer, that isn’t me, okay? I’m the Herrscher of Sentience, and I say we drop these buckets and go club some fools on the head!” 

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monthly mission | fyxestroll garden cleanup

[hahanabi]

History notes down two sides of every war, and the bards sing of the single victor—the song of triumph echoes throughout the horizon of time and eventually becomes what people know to be the truth. The losers, cast aside and forgotten, suffer the stain of their loss—or rise in vengeance, repeating that cycle of war until new truths are cast, new histories are made, and bards sing new songs. But Sparkle's not a bard—she's closer to a jester. And she jingles her bells for everyone.

But to call the whole SoulGlad vs. SoulJoy debacle a war would be an insult to the countless planets languishing in its fires, but the Fool likes her dramatizations—and insults even more! So she'll continue working under the thought that it is. Her goal here is simple: ensure that no side dominates the other, so no one ends up winning or losing. It's a Foolish endeavor, but that's what draws her to it.

Her scheme starts in Aideen Park, where a pro-SoulJoy rally is being held. Sparkle enters the scene dressed as a bystander, pulling a wagon filled with unlabeled bottles behind her. It clinks as she walks, drawing some heads. But she makes no moves… yet. For a while, she simply lingers, watching intently as speakers stand on empty SoulJoy boxes and shout in megaphones. There's a surprising number of people here, enough to garner a small crowd—though most seemed to be there out of a want for entertainment rather than passion for soda. But that's all to her benefit.

Sparkle takes a bottle in her hands, and looks around the crowd. She's searching for an unwitting accomplice—or a witting one would be fine, too, if they were up to the task! Eventually, after a few minutes of scanning, she spots a woman by the edge of the crowd. Tall, long-haired, and beautiful. Exactly Sparkle's type She makes her approach, sly as a fox.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing here? Are you a SoulJoy enthusiast as well?" Sparkle doubts she is, but she continues with her spiel, handing her a bottle, "In any case, I need your help. I'm here to test out new flavors of SoulJoy. Would you mind helping me distribute some to the crowd?"

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❀ [ sparkle & eden ] ❀

[aevitium]

"Ours is a story of love."

Elysia sits on an emerald toned cushion, which has been pushed close enough to one of ruby that it might quash any doubt of with whom this story is shared. It is not only theirs, of course-- it is the world's, it is humanity's-- but here on this ship, it means something only to the both of them. Oh, but Elysia so adores to retell it.

"Oh, and plenty of other things, too, but mostly love."

Eyes snake from their audience-- albeit small-- to the profile of Gold. She is as dazzling in this light as she is anywhere, but the dancing candleflame and setting sun paint her right fitting of her name. Elysia's smile is curled in that catlike way of hers, but for Eden there is something else there.

"It starts with thirteen brave heroes and a neverending war."

A hum. This is a contest, though to her it iks really just an excuse. Their story is one she never lived to tell, and perhaps she does not live to tell it here, either. Here, so far from her own stars, it is merely a piece of fiction.

"Some would say it's quite sad, but I don't think so! My darling friend here knows it just as well as I-"

Elysia reaches a hand to rest on Eden's, crystal eyes glittering. "So it's only fair that she should begin our tale!"

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✧ ˖ — who tells your story

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[boltsunder]

"Fate, was it?" A singular finger languidly traces along the rim of her now-empty glass, her eyes flickering down to make a note of the lipstick stain on Eden's cup. "I do like seizing the moment; I'm not one to miss an opportunity to appreciate the finer things in life. There will come a time where I have to do without things like this for a bit," Feixiao motioned to the bottle before them. "So I'll savor it while it lasts." There's more unspoken to that sentiment, and it's noted in the way her gaze settles on the dip of Eden's collarbone; the bare expanse of her shoulder, and finally up to her face. The General has always been one with a sharp eye-- in her line of work, you have to. Missing a single detail, or a single opportunity would lead to your death, or the death of your men. "A photograph? Not a bad choice." She raises a hand to swiftly flag down a waiter, her eyes narrowing in the moments before the man arrives to check in on their table. It feels as if she's playing a dangerous game... but in the moment, she can't bring herself to care. Perhaps it's a side effect of the warmth thrumming in her veins, or the way her attention is thoroughly captured by Eden's presence. "Though there's plenty of other ways to commit you to memory." "As for a drink... baijiu is common here. A specific brand is quite potent, and usually my go-to. We'll take a bottle of jiugui, please." Her grin turns into something more sinister as the man leaves to retrieve her request, and her voice dips to a low tone that is barely audible for her companion to hear. "I've always been a woman of action. Isn't it easier to show, rather than tell?" There's little time for her to follow up her comment before the jiugui is offered to them both, and Feixiao responds in kind with a nod of thanks. The glasses provided are a bit shorter than the traditional wine glass, and as the General unscrews the top, the unmistakable mixed aroma of a mellow hint and the strong scent of alcohol is evident.

"I've never been the best with words. Words don't do you any good in the heat of battle. But your body does." It takes only a moment to fill both of their glasses, her own raised in a slight toast before she brings it to her lips to down the liquid-- searing, stinging, and spreading a warmth from her lips all the way through to her gut. An all too familiar sensation, and one that causes her to let out a small 'ahh' of satisfaction.

"I can only wonder if you're inclined to agree."

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I'm about to Honkai Impact her world

Feixiao & Eden

[boltsunder]

Melancholy, huh? It's unfortunate that she understands that sentiment more than most do. There's days when she's lost in her memories, of the times when General Yueyu would guide her hand to properly wield her bow. The times when she would painstakingly scrawl every letter onto a piece of paper to proudly show her mentor-- and though it was barely legible, she'd get praise and encouragement from the older Foxian. It was the closest thing she ever had to a parent... and she owed the woman her life. She doesn't have that support anymore. But she has a different kind, more family found in the company of Jiaoqiu and Moze; one that is no less cherished and appreciated than the other. "I'm sorry," Feixiao offers, knowing full well that the words won't do anything to fix the situation. Yet sometimes, it's a comfort to know that someone else can sympathize with your plight. "I'm glad I can help. I'm not here for long, so it's nice to take it easy while I still can-- good to know I can offer some solace along the way, Miss Eden. I certainly appreciate your hospitality. What brings you to this part of the universe?" Her smile is easy-going, and genuine; filled with a warmth that belies the lighthearted, upbeat nature she always holds. There's never been any sense in wallowing-- a smile better suits a hero. As expected, the General shifts forward once again to offer Eden another cup; it's true that perhaps they should show some restraint, but... The moment the other woman's glass is full, Feixiao returns to her own, bringing the cup to her lips and allowing it to linger as her eyes betray her surprise for only a fraction of a second. She's not... unaccustomed to comments about her physique, or compliments. After all, the Merlin's Claw remained in the spotlight-- it was pretty much expected to have people raving about her in every way possible. Whether it was just normal fans, people who were obsessed with her looks; it was all the same, and she generally tried to ignore it for the most part. Unfortunately, there was no escaping it entirely. But this time, it brings a slight warmth to her cheeks. Maybe she'll just blame the alcohol. "Is that so?" A breathy chuckle follows as she lowers her glass to the table. It's empty, and she finds herself savoring the taste of this wine more than she normally does-- baijiu is her go-to, but this isn't half bad either. "I'll be sure to keep my jacket off, then." It's clear that she's joking, but the way her eyes narrow slightly suggest underlying thoughts; almost as if she's sizing up the prize laid before her. "It's a lot of work, and it's nice to hear appreciation from a woman like you," She drawls as she pours herself another glass, fingers tapping an idle beat against the stem of the cup. "After all, you're quite eye-catching yourself. Truthfully, I thought you were a model the moment you approached me; I half expected you to ask me about a photoshoot, or something like that." She laughs at that before leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table, tilting her head slightly as she studies every inch of her companion's face. "It would be a shame for that beauty of yours to not be admired. So I'll take the chance now to cherish it."

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I'm about to Honkai Impact her world

Feixiao & Eden

[creationkissed]

“Oh, right. My name. Ah, I’m sorry, I seem to have lost track of myself for a moment.” Bianka’s voice lightened as she rubbed the back of her neck with one hand. Her other hand, warm and a bit unsteady, reached out toward Eden. “Bianka,” she said, her fingers brushing lightly against Eden’s as she offered her name. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

… Properly, this time, she added, the curl of her lips softening into something bittersweet, almost a smile to herself.

At first, Bianka hadn’t given much thought to the fleeting flashes of memories and faces that had come and gone in Su’s bubble world. They were more like fragments of a dream, after all, and she was but a mere spectator of it all even if, by his will, she had been made to experience each and every dream herself. And yet… now, as she sat across from someone she had only come to learn from a made-up moment—someone whose presence used to be but a mere abstract thing—she found herself unexpectedly overwhelmed.

“I… Yes. Yes, I am.” Bianka found herself saying before she could stop herself. In this era, did Eden’s music still touch people’s hearts, or had it long since been left behind, forgotten in the chaos that left the previous era in destruction? Does anyone still remember her name? Her visage? Her voice? Bianka couldn’t be sure, but she continued nonetheless. “… I am a huge fan, Miss Eden. It truly is an honour to meet you like this.”

A server stopped by their table to present to them the long-awaited wine SoulJoy had been promoting since the beginning of the event. Unlike the previous bottles served, this one was encased in a deep emerald glass with delicate, silver filigree winding up its neck like vines. For its label, instead of SoulJoy’s rather bold and quite childish text, the brand’s name had been written at the very bottom—small, almost inconspicuous—while the name La Luce di Meriggio took center stage in an elegant, flowing script in gold.

“This… Certainly looks far more expensive than the rest of the drinks they served, doesn’t it?” She couldn’t help but comment, once the server had left them with the bottle and a few glasses, quite unsure as to where to begin. She was never one for alcohol, after all.

“Here, let me pour it for you.”

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ commission board: crystallize - soulglad vs souljoy ; eden & durandal

[aevitium]

And it is accepted with a dip of her chin, nearly imperceptible to all but Gold. A little language of their own, sung in glances and feather-light touches, the kind of thing reserved for only the dearest of friends.

"Some might call it a tragedy, but that just wouldn't be quite right. Because to us it might have been, but to the world it was something else entirely. Our tragedy wasn't the end, it was the beginning of hope. All that we had to leave behind, it carried on."

Ego sighs softly through her nose.

"You see, the world was in desperate need of heroes. Our thirteen were up to the task, but they were divided. Some of them were friends already, most of them strangers, but someone had to bring them together."

Eyes flutter shut, her smile curls at its corners into something catlike. There's laughter in her throat, echoing sweetly in her words.

"So our fearless leader stepped up to the job. She gathered each and every one, asked them to join her and fight for humanity. Some agreed, some took persuasion. Some will tell you that they all loved their world so much they had no other choice, other's might suggest that their leader was truly just so charismatic.

"I think both are true, in their own ways. Our leader was quite the character, after all. I recall her to be quite noble and selfless, so much so that she gave that very title away."

✧ ˖ — who tells your story

crystallize ... pearl galley