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Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness

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DANCING UNDER MOONLIGHT

THE BLACK SHORES REQUIRES SPECIFIC DEVICES FOR COMMUNICATION DUE TO THE TACETITE FOUNDATION. A lie easily spread to the world, especially when the bloombearers all know the real reason they face a near permanent communications blackout, the realities of what lurks beneath Tethys' Deep, 240 feet of pure Heteromer Crystals, constantly feeding and producing energy for the entire miniature city... and the large scale laboratory hidden deep where none can find it.

For 2000 years he's come here on the exact day every year, shrouded in his best dressblues, with only a single piece of jewellery to be found. To some, repetition breeds insanity, yet to him the first sign of insanity is ignoring the importance of the date as he steps out into the spacious cavern, eyes falling along the rows and rows of Cryo pods carefully monitored by the only other person that understood the significance of the day to him.

A mechanical hand waves and is waved to by a mechanical hand as he walks towards the pod set up on center stage, the stool already beside it as the Commandant feels Abby || Chaos || Kairos appear beside him. Faer has known for a while, known that Abby was technically a manifestation of the being he'd merged with to ensure the best outcome, and the raven suspects they knew too, especially as they settle comfortably at the head of the metal bed.

So the former commandant sits, composes himself and the memories before he begins to talk, hand resting against the cool glass as his thoughts begin to flow. "I... met Alpha's Narwhal recently. No Alpha still but you know her, she'll show up sooner or later with Luna and Lamia in tow, Roland? Well I have suspicions as to where he's off performing but the troupe aren't giving up that ghost yet."

This is his favourite routine, just speaking of whatever adventures he's been on with the knowledge that she can hear him, even if she can't respond. A golden gaze falls on the wedding band on his finger, the new meaning they'd given to shotgun wedding as the myriad memories flow back. "OH! I think I found Number 21 too!" The drop of a spanner in the background, the man working in silence freezing up at the name that spills forth. "Red and Blond makes Pink apparently, yet she's just as feral as her mother with her father's intelligence... If it's her of course."

For a moment he can see the smiley face drawn on his prosthetic, remembers all that they've been through, even the tower that is mercifully sealed away beneath the ruins of Constella. Subconsciously his hand shifts, closer to the control panel, to the release before he feels the weight of a hand on his shoulder.

"Not yet." The only words offered, and yet they've long since passed the role of Commandant and Construct haven't they? He's been here since the beginning, watching over their family even when it meant passing up the opportunity to be with his brother anew. "I know Lee... I know." A turn of his head, the brim of the hat rising to the construct that has been living here all this time, keeping careful watch over the resident constructs and commandants that they've kept sleeping and secret from prying eyes.

"When the Gate reappears we'll take her to it, let Nanami hide her from THEIR gaze, hide them all." It sounds solemn, yet for the three beings it represents hope, and life and love, an opportunity to have everyone with them again.

So his fingers move away, wiping the frost away from the sleeping beauty in the glass before his lips press to it, to the space above her's like they have so many times before. This is, after all, the only comfort a husband can give to his wife, at least until it's time for them to dance in the waves together once more.

"Soon, my dear, we shall reunite." A familiar promise, and yet for the Grey Raven Commandant it is one he intended to keep, eyes falling upon the band on her fingers, and the barely hidden description.

"I love you, my light." A phrase with no specific association, yet it was the only normalcy they found amidst the endless red tide. Reluctantly he steps away, throwing one last gaze to the beautiful features within as his attention turns to the omega weapon lying on the workbench, failing to notice one silly blinking indicator.

He knows what he has to do when he sees the indicator of what boredom has driven Lee to, snapping to attention and speaking as clearly as he can. "By order of the WGA, you're now relieved of your watch... Go to Septimont Lee, you'll know her when you see her, gotta make a good reimpression on your Niece and all." Yet as he orders, Faer notices the wide eyed look cast over his shoulder, a confused "What?" falling from those lips before the Raven is turning to see her, and the cheeky blue specter skipping off with a wave.

"Hi..." A cheesy smile, as hands rub the sleep from her eyes, a yawn as if she'd just woven up from a particularly good nap, and yet all he does is push towards her, towards fate as arms wrap around the woman, his pillar in the storm.

And so the birthday, the anniversary, all fades in respect to the realisation that she's here, that he's whole again. He can't help it, can't help his action as the hand made from the excess materials of Pyroath, Empyrea and Hyperreal is tiling her chin towards him, a second kiss, a third, a fourth, touches that speak I love you, I missed you, welcome home into the air before he's pulling back, and finally, finally saying the words he's repeated so so many times.

"Happy Birthday... My Light, my Lucia"

-> @lunaetis

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[ I may have missed Lucia birthday... But the drabble is still coming ]

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Lucia: Pyroath's Love's Dawn Coating Illustration

Source: Dream Til the Timeless End version CG

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WUTHERING WAVES- Rover 0 / x

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[ OOC: Faer is climbing out of his hole again and intends on making that everyone else's problem]

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-> OF COURSE HE NOTICED, whenever she's around how could he focus on anything else. Her heartbeat is like an ever-present drum to his senses, a song of light and life and flame that is positively addicting to the hunter, even as lips move from cheek to lip, all consuming like the flame of the distant mountain.

He pulls away just as quick, and yet his hand is firm in refusing to release her, pulling her close before she can escape from it. "Come now, Luci, when have I ever failed to notice you?"

─「露丝」─  the sudden movement caught her entirely off-guard, especially when she was trying to catch his expression from the angle she was in. his tug wasn't forceful, but firm enough to have her so close that his lips pressed a tender kiss to her cheek. her heart SKIPPED a beat instinctively, before ramming itself against her ribcage in turn of her face turning bright red.

                " z-ze ! so you did notice ! " of course he did ! his senses were sharpest out of all the hunters ! she fell right into that one !

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"I did it for you" has gotta be my favorite form of betrayal. You gave me a gift I never asked for, and now I have to look around at the world you destroyed with the knowledge that it was gift wrapped and addressed to me.

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Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "West Wind," featured in Devotions: Selected Poems

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WUTHERING WAVES

"I'm hungry."

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[OOC] ;; If you ever want to know what the inside of Faer (and Yinyue's head) looks like: they're currently lamenting the fact that their most well adjusted admirers aren't WELL adjusted in the slightest.

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Me: Oh I won't be picking up anyone till 3.0

Kuro, with a sledgehammer to my face: About that.

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----- so, how do you like the new me?

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He awakes with a startling jostle, the world twisting and turning beneath his feet as waves overlap at the edge of his vision, red, black, red, black, a siren song of awareness that warns him that the moment dreaded has arrived once more.

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-> Now, a hand that strikes out like a freshly released arrow, curling around her wrist and pulling her closer. It's cheeky, breaking the rules of courtship at its core as a kiss is placed against her cheek. His features betray nothing, but his fingers refuse to release her yet.

─「露丝」─  there was a small sigh coming from the knight-in-training. perhaps, he was too deep in thoughts on something ? her head tilted up towards him, being close enough to reach but didn't want to break his concentration now that she thought he was occupied.

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-> Just a little longer. He needs to be patient before he can ensnare her fully...

─「露丝」─  eh ... he didn't notice ? usually his senses were sharp, right ? she scooted a little closer, just a little.

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-> If he waits just a little bit longer to react it'll be fine, right, right?

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─「露丝」─  giving him puppy eyes to see when he would notice.