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goldenxlia and @gun-nun? a match made in heaven

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Incredible, but true: @gun-nun deserves to have a good day today.

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#music is my biggest hobby... and my greatest fear.

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I want #rs:mikhail to stomp on me.

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justice: do you value fairness over mercy?

“Hmm…That depends on the situation. I would like to think I keep things fair and on and on an even playing field if I can. But sometimes…” She looks away, staring out into the void. “Sometimes… you have to go against the rules to do what’s right. Not everything is black and white, you know. If showing mercy could be the thing to save someone’s life I’d happily do it. Especially if it helps them in the grand scheme of things.”

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page of swords: How do you compare to people’s expectations of you?

“What expectations? I think with me, people don’t have too many.” Or so, she thinks. “Other than I do my job, sweep the floors, and keep my trap shut during sermons.” Then Aurelia dwells more on the thought. Usually, she feels that she’s rather easy to figure out as everything is laid in front of them on a sliver platter- but; the nun did had a tendency to always have something up her sleeve.“But….I suppose if you get to know me more, expect the unexpected with me.”

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seven of wands: What brings out a mean streak in you?

Aurelia chuckles to herself, one leg crossed over the other. In a raspy tone, she responds. “Liars. Cheats. Scammers. I am not a big fan of those who like to one up them and play them like putty in their fingers.” She slams a fist into her hand. “If you’re going to mess around with someone, why not settle it with your fists? One on one. Let’s go”“No need to be a coward about it. Heh.”And quite frankly, Aurelia thinks she’s mean already as it is.

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knight of pentacles: Your trademark feature that people recognize you by?

“I prefer to not stand out in a crowd, so hopefully I don’t have any striking features that make me stand out.” She says, as simple as that- then taps under her chin. “If you want to get technical, people tend to mention that my hair sticks out. I mean…it’s not a common shade, after all.” “Although....I like to think it’s my eyes.”

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“Won’t you allow yourself some room to breathe?” In a swift, easy motion, he packed away his violin to clear up some space for the both of them. Taking to her side, he took a comfortable spot nearby– his feet hanging off the pier like anchors adrift. He wasn’t so close as to warrant a protest, but enough to be in good company. 

Carefully, his eyes looked her over before gliding to the vast dark blue. Laughter suited her. But in that same breath, she sounded as though she was looking for some… affirmation? Some self fulfilling prophecy? Wasn’t it enough to be free in heart? “Does it not give you direction? Did you not choose it for yourself?”

Was it not an answer you were searching for? 

Twirling his wrist nonchalantly, he changed the topic without waiting for an answer (for he didn’t need one, really.) “I think music can be found here,” He tapped his heart twice for good measure. Rhythmic, light, like plucking a string laid bare. 

“Being a musician is an identity, not an occupation, I believe. So…It’s a reason.” To take long strolls in sleet or rain. To travel across the lands, meeting others.  To live as he did. 

 "To see how people fare after months of silence, perhaps?“ The last of the sun slipped under, taking the light from his face but not his eyes. And a ghost of a smirk danced on his lips for a moment, before it softened back, as per usual. It wasn’t to say he had any particular person in mind when he traveled, for he laid his life for his violin alone but… it was for the people he met that he’d want to do it all over again. 

Of course… if she’d allow him to. A stalker? Really? Ha ha ha!

"I’d like to think everyone has free will– the choice to live, to move. To be.” Mikhail settled in, resting his chin between the crook of his thumb and index. Free will was a concept that he thought was easy. Or rather, it should have been easy if it wasn’t so difficult. (Ha ha!) 

Was she one to blur the lines? Or to think it black and white like so? Shouldn’t she be the first to let things be? His eyes met hers, onyx to gold. “And then there’s the element of chance– the wild card. Unceremonious thunder." 

 He snapped once, index shooting up like a steamed pistol. 

 "Fate is… having a little faith in that chance, is it not? Fate brings you the cards. And you wield the hand you’re given, like you bear a bow and arrow.”  Swinging his feet without so much of a thought, he hummed under his breath. A few notes vibrated in the thick seaside air. He wondered what she thought of the hand dealt in her life. “Higher beings or otherwise, to believe in fate is to have faith." 

 "Control, then, plays by the same song.” Without a skip in his beat, he twirled his finger in the air like a conductor leading in symphony. “Control is faith too. Just–”

“Faith in oneself.”

"Breathe?" Another snort, air blows through her nostrils. "--Aren't I already doing just that?" With those words, Aurelia wasn't expecting much of an answer in turn. Legs swinging nonchalantly, whilst the musician made himself comfortable.  He sure did had such deep provoking questions. Her lips became a flat line, as her brows furrowed.  " My choice gives me direction alright."  And she left it at that. Unsure of how much the nun wanted to disclose any more details of her life. Who was he, to ask ? How dare he? Then again, Mikhail was simply perhaps just trying to be a conversationalist - and not some weirdo trying to pry into her mind. Must you always be so cautious? Her gaze wanders in turn towards the strange man, as he spoke of poetry." You make it sound like music is truly liberating." There was a hint of a grimace at the edge of her voice, then the woman let out a sigh. " You know, the way you go about music makes me believe you used to be some sort of priest. It almost sounds like a sermon. " Her hands fold over and on top of a miniature pole that fishermen used to tie their boats to. Aurelia mumbles as she added. " ....Probably a sermon that won't cause me to fall asleep." A sermon that I feel like I could relate to.  And now, the sun had settled. Aurelia always did fancy the night. The moon was something that always called out to her. Anything up in the skies might had honestly, as the nun barely trusted things below it.  " You assume everyone has the choice or chance to do so." She retorts, lamenting on her inability to feel truly liberated. Aurelia was free at a fault, but somehow- there was something that escaped her. His eyes reminded her of the moonlight.

"Well aren't you wild." Aurelia retorts in dry sarcasm. At least he was entertaining. Her eyes slowly blinked as he brought up the subject of fate. It wasn't in her intentions to come off as deep , but apparently to this man- he seemed to never run out of things to say to every little thing. Don't you ever shut up? Not that she wanted him to cease speaking or anything- its just his words...there was some sort of power in them. Perhaps that's just how he is. A warlock, she supposed.

But- his words did leave some sort of impression on her. Her face turns away, staring at the ocean- the twilight that greets them, the stars that twinkle and come out to play. Aurelia wasn't so sure what to say in response , but the more and more she spends time with this man- the nun was sure he could render her speechless in a second. Warlock indeed. "And you .....do you have faith in yourself? "

King of the Clouds | Mikhail & Aurelia

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I was not made for happiness, to my soul it is unknown. Loving you up close would very quickly become a routine for me, and love would cease. If I were to love, it would be from afar, once in awhile, separately.

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Despite her long and tedious days of work, where the woman usually could be found cleaning the church, chopping wood, and running errands for the clergy- Aurelia always found time in her day to clasp her calloused hands together to pray. Each day, the prayers she would make were generally the same. Sometimes there was a variance to it, but it was mostly the nun trying to hit the point of inner peace and solace. Of course, in her day to day thoughts- she’d think about the people in her life, what could she do to help them. As even though the woman had a cold stone hard exterior on the outside, Aurelia was quite kind under the surface. When she heard a familiar voice, her head lifts up.

“.....Sister Alisa.” Her head turns slowly to face the younger woman whom entered the church. The two known each other for quite some time, and Aurelia cared for the sister fondly. Rising up off her knees, the nun walked towards the other, with a slight warm smirk to greet her. “Good to see you around. What brings you here in Flowerbud?....Would you like something to drink?” It was quite hot outside, and she didn’t want the younger woman to suffer heat stroke.

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Aurelia’s church slowly appeared between trees in the distance. It was an old, stone building with large windows. It was absolutely beautiful. Just seeing it made Alisa a bundle of nerves. It’d been a while since the two last saw each other. Before Alisa finished taking her vows. Now, Aurelia was the first she wanted to share the news with. 

Alisa tentatively opened the church doors, peeking inside. “Hello?” she called inside, her voice echoing slightly. She let herself in, looking around  at the church her Sister now called home. 

“Aurelia? Are you here?” Alisa called out again, wondering who else worked with her Sister. 

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Let The Sunshine In (2017) dir. by Claire Denis

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For a moment all is silent, and perhaps, PERHAPS, she started to wonder if she was imagining things…

A second later however he appeared. Pushing past some branches and holding up his hands in a defensive position, perhaps to inspire a sense of innocence on the matter of wandering into the scene currently happening. “Sorry sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt!” The first thing Aurelia would’ve noticed was that he was a new face, someone she had never seen before in the Flowerbud area; a plain face, brown hair, dressed in simple clothes that was covered in dirt… “I was just exploring and I heard this beautiful music. So I followed it!”

His smile took on a slightly more innocent tone as he took in the girl before her, “It was so beautiful too~. Was that you playing just now?”

“!!!”  To be frank, the nun was rather shocked and rendered speechless for a moment. It wasn’t as if she was startled (Okay perhaps, a tad bit) but her automatic response was to punch something for making her flinch. (And possibly catching her red handed whilst she played her ocarina.)  “ ....N-no. That’s fine I was just about finished anyways.” That was a lie. Shaking off her nerves and clearing her throat, the woman regains her composure. She had never seen this man before in her life, and it’d be foul play if the nun became snappy or snarky at them.  Besides, Chester would lecture her all night. ‘You should be more kinder to strangers!’ She could even hear him nag in her brain.  Her head turns away slightly to avoid accepting the compliment in full. Beautiful? Her music? Hardly. “....There’s more I can do. It’s not that great. I was...off key and out of practice.” Was that rude of her to not accept the compliment? “....Thanks I guess.” She added. “....Are you new to these parts? People tend to get lost in the woods you know.”

Well that sounded rather ominous to say, upon greeting.

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Blinking pleasantly, he wondered what it would be like for them in a round where they weren’t met with bells at every farewell. Out in the open like this, with only the line between the heavens and ocean precariously slit down the middle. Let angels sing, he supposed. Following her rhythm, Mikhail presumed he didn’t need chiming to be floored by a resonating emotion– for she struck at him (and presumably everyone in her wake) with lightning in a bottle. It was amusing, to say the least. She was amusing.

“You’re thoughtful,” Lilting his voice in a low hum that buzzed at the bottom of his throat, Mikhail gratefully dipped his head. His lips cast a charmed smile, unfazed by any sentiments aside from the genuine ones she veiled under flames. “Surely– you ought to know that your gloves have kept this senseless musician company on even the coldest of days. And when the snow clears, I have them on hand for long nights in the shadows as well.” He wouldn’t mention how terrible this heat was for him. That was a topic he’d rather steer clear from.

Curiously, his eyes glinted in the low light at the way she held herself up. Free reign, was it? With the wind on her back and sparks glinting off her tongue, she was nothing but an image of freedom. How nice it was, to see her go where the music took her. “Now, now.” He gestured to ease her gently, with a hand twirling once for good measure. “As it stands, to ask how you’ve been and why you’ve been is simply me wanting to know if life’s been treating you kindly.”

“You don’t need me to tell you how free you are,” His smile reached his eyes, as he admired her streak of blitzfire. “It shows in ways that sing so clearly, even without a noise. You don’t owe an explanation. Rather, I think you are an explanation.” That sentiment would always stand. Though… he always appreciated learning more about the people around him. People were fascinating. And she was far from an exception to this case.

“Oh– Well I do hope Flowerbud has fared you well all this time,” He had always had the impression that all the people he met on his travels belonged to the area, so this wasn’t a shock to him in the least. And when he crossed out of that invisible boundary line, there they would remain. “Traveling. I go where the music takes me afterall. 🎵” Mikhail’s expression brightened to rival the sun… or to take up its handle while it was gone for the night–

He nearly choked on that last thought. Stalk– Him? “I-I beg your pardon?”

“I’m sure it was a coincidence, not–” He wasn’t going to continue on this topic if he had anything to say about it. Cracking away from that momentary shock, he… ended up chuckling with leisure. “If you and I were to meet again and again, I’d leave it to fate.”

His lips slipped into a smile that skirted as close as he could get to his genuine intentions. “And it seems that fate has put down its cards once again.”

Her brow lifted as the musician spoke of him putting those gloves to use. It was not as if she expected he would, but there was a hidden satisfaction knowing that this stranger was taking care of himself. In the shadows? Fancy way for saying the night. How poetic.  "Good to know, I suppose. I would hate to learn that you can't share your song with the world because of one's careless mistakes. Of course, ....who am I to judge- that alone is reserved for the goddess- and even then, it's your own life to live freely as you choose." Aurelia decides to sit beside him at the pier, legs dangling over the edge as she idly kicks them. Her head turns to his, with a stare that states- 'you don't mind, do you?' ...Huh?  Mikhail's words and logic made the nun ponder in confusion. Why the hell he would be asking me that? This wandering fellow was certainly ridiculous. Why ever did he wanted to know? There wasn't any reasoning or consequence for the man to know if her walks of life treated her kindly- unless he was one of those people? Was he a priest? Her eyes peered closely to check if he sported any religious token or....  "you don't need me to tell you how free you are."  Aurelia's eyes widened by that statement- her breath sucked in by the thought. Then she snorted through her nose. " Free? I don't know where you got that idea, mister. People would tell me the opposite once I've given them details of my profession." A small, raspy laugh rises from her throat- strange, wasn't it? " And you--" her eyes made contact with those obsidians , making sure he could see her clearly. Aurelia points to his chest for extra measure even." You're the one whom wanders from place to place, being led by music or whatever takes you-- I say, if freedom had a definition, you'd be the description itself." He was so damn weird. With his words, telling this nun she's some sort of explanation as it mirrored her words of her own. " ....Huh." Her face turns away from the musician, and stares towards the sunset. There were boats in the distance, probably fishermen eager to have their supper- or maybe they were already enjoying it there. Who knows?  "Flowerbuds alright. " Aurelia tries to make not a big deal of it. It wasn't her place to call home, as the nun felt like home was all relative- some say its the pews of a church corridors, and others say it's a slow cooked meal surrounded by loved ones- but for Aurelia-- it wasn't any thing that mattered to her. Or more? She never dwell too much on it.  So what was Flowerbud to her? Another place of residence, she supposed. Leaf valley was quite pretty if she said so herself.  That's what I thought- you know, I never learned just what song you were playing as we first met--  His expression was priceless. A coy grin painted on her lips, it was funny to see this man off key. " Coincidence? Look, I am certain it was such as that. No stalker plans to meet someone every few months or anything---"  Fate.  Her face turns to face his, quite fascinated by his answer. " Huh.. I suppose I could agree with that. Sometimes people are placed with each other for a purpose... Or mayhaps there's no reasoning at all. So,... Mikhail-- do you always leave your chances with fate? Like... leaving your hands to a higher power, to something else that could possibly be beyond your comprehension?"  " Of course, I personally like to believe that we all have the ability to control to a fault...you know?" 

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She radiated the charm of danger,

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