Offered tea is bitter; citrusy, easily matching the very scent that usually clung to WARRIOR's every move. Handed porcelain was meant to perhaps hint at a desire for PEACE. -- who knew? Own tea cup only half-full, distraction found when steely eyes fixated onto the other. None of them had spoken ever since they gathered for lioness had no clue how to begin. What to say & what words to swallow; atypically hard for someone deemed so eloquent. "I apologize." Finally; tone firm but genuine,at least.
darkness bleeds from weary eyes, they are almost glacial like this, half - starved yet enduring. she wonders how many tears she has wept when no one dared asked. she wonders how it is that a girl can become a lion with no hide upon her skin, with fangs bared. she wonders many things & she cannot help it. their previous encounter proved fruitless if it weren’t for the smallest possibility that kiryuin satsuki could find the earth again. that she could somehow root herself betwixt oak & vine.
wildflowers are craved not because they are many but because they endure in such terrain. they are souls born from dust, salt & rain. even if she was bred for purpose the great goddess cannot help but think she a flower grown from struggle. one who does not fear the wolf for its appearance & threw away mortal desires. her spine forms glacial points where she settles a single cup before her furry companion. heels click their same tune though there is a sudden change of tune. her dance spirals outwards instead of inwards.
she squares her shoulders. a gaze. a smile.
❛ i forgive you. ❜
there is nothing to forgive.
❛ you do not need to be so stiff, my friend ❜
we are both warriors.
@arastiia.
