𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃

˖᯽ ݁˖ ⠀ & 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄 ⠀ ⸺ ⠀ 𖥻 DEATHSMAIDENS, ⠀ the independently told narration of MILOU MINGATE ; an original character & passion project brought to you by 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𖹭 ( 22, she+her, eurasian )

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Blazing heart

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄. What leads one person to be like an open book in the face of possible danger? No safety is to be felt in a strange place, no rest to have when one's memory is faulty at best— betraying at worst if the only passages of one's life it has to show is everything but kindness. Amidst the tumult that erupts among the Black Shores researches, Fleurdelys falls into quiescence. Not too long ago the self that she separated from herself to protect what's precious to her, what she wouldn't stand to lose in the face of eternal darkness was an empty husk with no reminiscences. Alone in a strange world to her.

◜Ephemeral as they are, no memory is futile in the pursuit of oneself.◞ Blessed Maiden stands on her feet, yet doesn't put distance betwixt herself and potential peril. She remains guarded, keeping in mind that a warning is not to be taken lightly if it's what little can be shared from a disoriented soul. ◜Are you implying that your lack of knowledge why you're here revolves around one such moments when you are no longer yourself?◞ Patience is a virtue, so she exercises with utmost caution at the very notion. The saint shares a fleeting gaze with one of the agents, nervousness marked on her features and the subtle clutch of the folder close to her chest. Aureate lashes flutter close as a sigh emerges through roseate lips. ◜...◞

If words filled with uncertainty and conviction both are to be taken at face value, it would be best to take him as far away from here as possible. Black Shores hold too much value to be jeopardized, their research and breakthroughs too much worth to the safety o this world. That's why... ◜Familiar sounds may stir dormant memories.◞ Concealed from the world the Black Shores may be, she suspects it is not without reason for a vagrant soul to spawn here. Lapis lazuli irises drift towards the sea, then back to carmine ones. ◜If you do not wish to cause problems to others out of fear of losing yourself again, how about coming with me to the shore?◞

❛❛  i have no reason to be here otherwise,  ❜❜     his tone remains calm as he folds his arms across his chest.. ❛❛  ... unless the cause of my affliction is here somewhere.  ❜❜     the words were spoken more to himself than her.

his gaze drifts across the landscape around them. it is the movement of the water that catches his attention. a memory surfaces before he can stop it. a place he had not been permitted to enter. but he was there, all because of one person. for a moment, his brows furrow.

Not necessarily a bad one, despite his... reputation. A surprise nonetheless, given said reputation and the trouble it tends to bring him. More so is the fact that he returns to Kaveh at all, and while it makes him nervous- anxious really, given his aversion to trouble- he can't pretend it doesn't also excite him. To have someone so brilliant seemingly interested in Kaveh's work... what craftsman wouldn't be pleased?

Even if the fact came with the possibility of arrest. Or at the very least, punishment.

(He thought less about that than he should, really- unusual for someone as prone to overthinking as he.)

"It's- it does matter a little," Kaveh huffs out, not wanting to seem ungrateful. After all, the materials in question would have taken him months- or even years to requisition. The Artisanship Commission seemed to care little for the much briefer lifespans of its short-lived artisans. Even so, he picks up the materials in question- heavier than they look by far, which makes him wonder just how strong Blade is (not that Kaveh is any slouch himself)- and hoists them toward the nearest of his workbenches. "...still. Thank you. This is... it'll help a lot, really. Are you staying to help-?"

Kaveh expects no physical assistance with what he intends to make with the materials. His presence and insight, however, are more than enough help in Kaveh's opinion.

still despite his rare interest in the blond man, he keeps his distance when he can. he visits quietly and leaves quietly. never stays long enough to invite unnecessary attention.

his gaze shifts towards the other as they lift the materials; he sees them struggling despite smoothing it over to make it appear graceful. ❛❛  no need to thank me.  ❜❜     the sight on them lingers longer than it should, ❛❛  i want to see this invention of yours become reality.  ❜❜     once, long ago he had guided the hands of his apprentices. he wants to remain long enough to see the outcome. to witness something finished instead.     ❛❛  i will stay until elio needs me.  ❜❜     

It was easy to tease. Kafka led the way out of the store, stepping out onto the streets with an easy flair unbefitting of a wanted woman with a more than IMPRESSIVE galactic bounty on her head. Much as she enjoyed a solitary outing, it was convenient to have someone there to carry her bags and tower imposingly behind her like some kind of hired gun; crowds became tenfold more easy to navigate that way.

(Knowing and witnessing are, after all, two very different things.)

"Divination commission," he corrects gently, and where Blade cannot look at him, Jǐng Yuán cannot bring himself to look anywhere else. He does not think this will be the last time they cross paths- fate is not nearly so kind to either of them- but neither does he wish to make the mistake of truly conflating 'Blade' and 'Yīngxīng'. To do as much would be cruel to them both.

❛❛  has she caused that much trouble ?  ❜❜     from what he has heard, bailu, never possessed the ability to remain still for more than a few moments. he had assumed she would be still within the alchemy commissioning, tending patients. unless, she was here for someone else. his gaze settles back onto jing yuan.