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No black knight's mantle would ever sway her into falling from what gracious presence Cecil had to offer--no apocryphal thought would seep into her being, to complacently settle and destroy her from the inside out. No--Cecil Harvey, now a Paladin, was someone Rosa treasured more than her own life on most days, and loved whole-heartedly, just as she loved herself and her friends, her country and the world she lived in. Aphrodite's streets were littered with the general passer-by shrouds, and no more than the blink of an eye did Rosa have to offer before lips folded in one, swooping, gentle kiss.

...Baron was far away now. If for a mere moment she could bring herself back into thinking they were on the terrace, lost in a heavy-hearted conversation where silence proved dominant, Rosa imagined the tides of change had come upon them, and affection took place rather than awkwardness and distance. And perhaps this proved to be the turning point for that truth; where once imagination came to thread upon a the weary fabric called a 'heart', the utmost liberation of love came to take them both away.

Rosa let her rigid frame sink in his arms and melt into his embrace; there had always been something about Cecil she loved so dearly, and if anything it was his patience with her. Stoic and unresponsive, she'd deemed him once before, but did the past ever matter now? Did sins of a past supposedly right but gone awry, prove to justify someone's future self?... No. Cecil had redeemed himself, and Rosa was proud, but more so was she fruitfully settled with the idea that she'd come back to a man, and not a boy.

And he had come back to her, it seemed.

Rosa... Where are you?

Cecil could think of nothing else.

“Say no more” He whispered to Rosa, as he placed pressure on her soft cheek with his left hand, pulling her in the extra centimeter with his right. When their lips touched, he could feel goosebumps shoot down the back of his neck. He cared not that they were in the main part of town. He cared not who may be watching through open windows, what nosey eyes may be peering out at them at this hour. Only one thing mattered for now. He felt once again like he was in Baron. Like he was in the tower, donning the black armor of the dark knight.

No.

No, this was nothing like that. They were in Aphrodite now. This was over a decade later, and their lives had changed. So much had happened since the day he left Baron. So much…

But through all that had changed, one thing hadn’t…

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Cosmos grant her more blessings, because Rydia's appearance told of utmost harmony within her soul. It had been too long since their last encounter--hence Rosa's ultimate exacerbation of the joy she felt around the ivy summoner. Taking Rydia's hands seemed suitable for this reunion, as corners of cerise lips curled up into a smile. There was so much to say, but where to start? No apparition, certainly, therefore much conversation was in tow.

"I'd been helping out Mysidia for a while, until... you all left. Not that I have anything against your absence, it's just that--..." Rosa's silence following her statement, quite hurried and set with slight worry, perhaps spoke for the missing feeling she'd had for her friends. "...it was quite silent and a touch of 'lonely' without all of you around."

☆ ; The sound of her name garnered the summoner’s attention while long fingers passed through emerald tresses as she turned to glance over her shoulder. Blue eyes alight with familiarity passed over the woman’s features before her mouth slowly upturned into a smile. “Rosa — ” She offered in return, taking several hurried steps to close the distance between them. No apparition was she and there was an untold joy that bubbled in her chest at the sight of her dear friend. “It’s you, what are you doing all the way out here by yourself?” She spoke whilst biting the inside of her lip gently if only to tame that smile ‘pon her lips.

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outofcharacter; Oh, no no, I wasn't proposing the idea, sweets! The Rosa x Cecil pairing would be damned after all if that happened-- sdjkfhsadg; The probability of such would be ardently preposterous, too. Anything you want is fine, truth be told; I usually adjust to whoever wants to write with me, rather than me ushering the situation toward something perhaps unlikely. :D

No city for old men

ooc: I’m against that last idea, actually. It is fine to cause jealousy in a love triangle, but I draw the line at netorare. That genre just leads to all sorts of bad feelings. Though I understand the appeal of its dramatic use, let’s stay away from going down that path.

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Materia?... No, she hadn't heard of such a thing. It seemed the more she traveled or the longer she remained in Aphrodite, different ideas and cultural concepts were merging to create one monolithic perception of how magic and society correlated. There was much to learn, it seemed; for this, Rosa was even more intrigued.

"I don't believe I've heard of the term, no... we normally study them from tomes and scrolls until we master them. Of course, naturally we have to be careful; we wouldn't want to scorch a fellow mage's arse without intention. Now that you mentioned it...what is materia?"

Seeing the light

Yuffie had to think about that for a while. Mages, well perhaps there were but they weren’t called Mages. Shaking her locks of brown hair, Yuffie then cast a look at Rosa. “Well…where I’m from anyone can do magic…with the help of materia. But I suppose you don’t know what that is, do you?”

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...There was a stillness in the air, before Rosa caught her breath and clutched her chest at the sight of an ivy-tinged set of tresses as she struggled to stifle a smile, for fear of being too sure leading to defeat. She wanted to make sure the sight she was seeing was not an apparition, but instead reality in its verdant form.

Still...it wouldn't hurt to try, right?...

"...Rydia? Is.. is that you?"

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HYPERION

[noun]

1. (Greek: Ὑπερίων, “The High-One”) the Lord of Light - one of the twelve Titans of Greek mythology, the sons and daughters of Gaia (the physical incarnation of Earth) and Ouranos (literally meaning ‘the Sky’), which were later supplanted by the Olympians. He was the brother of Kronos. He was referred to in early mythological writings as Helios Hyperion (Ἥλιος Ὑπερίων), “Sun High-one”.

2. a small moon of the planet Saturn.

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ooc; Cecil dear, in response to your OOC call earlier, I believe it is your turn to reply to our thread! 

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A dream, perhaps, but no more than a yearning achieved by touch and other senses combined. Rosa leaned her face slightly forward, giving his nose a slight nuzzle with her own as a domino effect. Cecil was adorable with hazy, lovestruck eyes; a rare sight perhaps only shared between them both, but it made Rosa giggle, settling with the idea of a gushing Cecil.

"...So have I. I would be lying if I said I never yearned to see you again."To hold you. And kissing would be part of it...

♪ Can you read my mind? Do you know what it is you do to me? ... Will you look at me quivering, like a little girl shivering? You can see right through me. ♫

Rosa... Where are you?

His heart skipped a beat. Truly this could not be a dream. With their faces so close, it was all he could do to contain himself. He could indeed feel himself beginning to turn red. It had been quite some time since he felt like this.

“Sentiment…” He repeated in a low voice, almost a whisper. He placed one hand softly on her side, so that his fingers lay on her back. With his other, he followed suit, and placed it upon her cheek. “Rosa… I thought I’d never see you again. I’ve dreamed about this day, literally dreamed about it. Indeed, we’ve lived out separate lives, untouched by the hands of destiny, but this is…” He blinked, unsure of how to continue. In light of this, he sighed, his mouth contorting into a smile of relief, humor, and… Sentiment.

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RPing with me

If I miss a reply:

You’re not going to bother me

I sincerely want to RP with you

I loose replies constantly

It will help me a great deal to know that you’re still interested in RPing with me

I will never ignore you

If you have an idea about an RP:

You’re not going to bother me

I would absolutely love to hear about it

I’m game for anything

If I don’t like it, I’ll suggest something else

I will never ignore you

If you want to jump into a conversation with me:

You’re not going to bother me

I love talking to new people. 

This will help my character development as well as yours

It’s fun

I will never ignore you

If you want to RP with me in two places at once:

You’re not going to bother me

This is fun

It may sometimes be confusing and I may loose a reply (refer to “If I miss a reply”)

If you have something to say, say it

I will never ignore you

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--Such a shame Baron was out of reach, for if they were suppressed into such a scenery once more, it would perhaps be a little more easier for Rosa to forget what transgression she'd yearned to omit.

But Cecil of the Red Wings, dearest Paladin, was for now the only light that shone through windows tainted with sin. 

Rosa caressed his cheekbone with a lazy thumb, softly shaking her head at the idea of fate. A silly thing she never really believed in when she was much younger, but that silly 'thing' turned into a faith she'd clung onto once she met Cecil. Heart feeling as if something had wrapped around it and squeezed, Rosa felt her cheeks slightly flush as she leaned her forehead against Cecil's dear own.

"Never took you for a romantic, Sir Harvey," Rosa chortled quite lovingly, "but nonetheless I agree, and perhaps this...is substantive enough to bring to light such an idea or sentiment."

Rosa... Where are you?

“Recently you say?” Cecil was a little bit surprised with how easily she set aside the subject of her recent meeting with Kain, however still too excited about finally seeing Rosa again to care very much. In her embrace he felt… Good. That old familiar feeling filled his chest once again, and he felt complete. He squeezed back, as if to make sure he was not imagining this, and that Rosa was actually here, in his arms. A decade had passed since he felt her arms in his own, but it seemed like so much more.

“Reminiscent of my time in Baron?” He didn’t think she knew exactly what she asked. “Somewhat. Here in Aphrodite I serve as the guard captain of the palace, making sure the palace is safe, and also the surrounding areas.”

In his mind he said, no, not like Baron at all. Here I am not asked to take life from innocent people. Here, I do not tread on ground that invokes waking nightmares simply by walking over it. Here there are no bad memories…

But not all of his memories from Baron were bad, and one of the best was standing before him now, locked in his embrace.

“Rosa, what are you doing here anyway? How did you end up in Aphrodite?”

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"--Mmhm, correct. Healing magic, usually!... So, Yuffie," Rosa continued, assuming a slightly motherly tone, "You don't have mages where you're from?" She hoped Yuffie would understand what she was trying to ponder; after all, Aphrodite was speckled with souls from different worlds.

Seeing the light

“Good to meet ‘cha too.” The small teen greeted as she gave a small wave. “I’m Yuffie Kusaragi! Master Hunter at your service, lady!”

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The look in Cecil's eyes told of some melancholy that perhaps he ultimately did not want to discuss. But he seemed content with what life he led now--something that did not speak of senescence but pure, untainted hope, far from the reaches of their own Blue Planet. Having Cecil here too was a pleasure--an anchor for her ship of mixed feelings between him and another; a comfort, a gem.

"I suppose you wouldn't believe this... Back at Baron, I helped out Mysidia with sewing robes for their mages, as I also did for the White ones. I was called by the royal family from here; they need my help, apparently... and so I was granted my own place, and my own textile business hub." Rosa smile genuinely, placing a hand on Cecil's chest as if to secure her safety with him. "I suppose we're living our lives back home now here, with a much more stable future somehow, though separately."

Rosa... Where are you?

“Recently you say?” Cecil was a little bit surprised with how easily she set aside the subject of her recent meeting with Kain, however still too excited about finally seeing Rosa again to care very much. In her embrace he felt… Good. That old familiar feeling filled his chest once again, and he felt complete. He squeezed back, as if to make sure he was not imagining this, and that Rosa was actually here, in his arms. A decade had passed since he felt her arms in his own, but it seemed like so much more.

“Reminiscent of my time in Baron?” He didn’t think she knew exactly what she asked. “Somewhat. Here in Aphrodite I serve as the guard captain of the palace, making sure the palace is safe, and also the surrounding areas.”

In his mind he said, no, not like Baron at all. Here I am not asked to take life from innocent people. Here, I do not tread on ground that invokes waking nightmares simply by walking over it. Here there are no bad memories…

But not all of his memories from Baron were bad, and one of the best was standing before him now, locked in his embrace.

“Rosa, what are you doing here anyway? How did you end up in Aphrodite?”

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ooc; --Replying now, Pally (Paladin).

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awaiting replies from Shiki, Zack, Rinoa, and Rosa

I shall be off and on, so I may or may not post/respond