Reincarnated! Furina x Immortal! Neuvillette
(Shout out to the artist and owner of this TikTok video that inspired me to write aaaaa)
Neuvillette stood on the shores of Watatsumi Island, a place he never anticipated visiting on this diplomatic mission to Inazuma. As his shoes touched the sand, an overwhelming surge of memories flooded his senses, like an unstoppable tempest within.
Every sight and sound on Watatsumi Island felt like an echo of her essence. The jellyfish drifting serenely in the currents reminded him of her grace, while the soothing embrace of the sea carried whispers of her laughter. The atmosphere itself seemed to resonate with her presence, and the colorful array of fishes sparked memories of moments they could have shared.
"She would've loved it here," a phantom sensation gripped him, as if she were there, tugging at his clothes in excitement, her laughter ringing in his ears. He closed his eyes, lost in the illusion of her presence, the ghost of her touch lingering in the salty breeze. He could almost hear her laughter, see her eyes twinkling with delight at every aquatic spectacle.
The overwhelming rush of emotions hit him like a tidal wave. He felt a lump form in his throat, a bittersweet mix of fondness and sorrow. The realization that she was no longer beside him to share these moments tore through him like a storm surge. It was as if the sea itself mirrored the turbulence within him.
Rain began to fall, a symphony of droplets dancing on the sea's surface. The heavens wept alongside Neuvillette, who stood there, face upturned, tears mingling with the raindrops. He allowed the rain to engulf him, a cleansing ritual for a soul burdened with the weight of an eternal love lost.
His heartache poured out with the rain, standing amidst the storm, drenched to the bone, the sea mirroring the tempest within him.
Until, Neuvillette spotted a figure emerging from the shadows. Neuvillette sensed her approach, the rhythmic tapping of raindrops on her umbrella growing louder with each step. A silhouette, obscured by the cover of the umbrella, gradually materialized.
At first, Neuvillette paid little attention, lost in the embrace of the rain. But then, the umbrella grazed against him, and a delicate voice uttered an apology. "Oops, sorry about that. Clumsy me," she giggled, her clumsy attempt to shield Neuvillette inadvertently caused a laugh to escape her lips, a laughter he knew all too well.
He froze, a shiver running down his spine as he heard that voice againβthe voice he had longed to hear through the ages. The voice that belonged to her.
He looked down at the petite figure beside him. She met his gaze with eyes that held no recognition, innocent of the shared lifetimes they once knew. Her expression mixed with a subtle confusion, questioning the absurdity of a person standing alone amid a downpour.
Neuvillette, caught in a moment suspended between revelation and restraint, held his breath. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as if time itself had slowed. The corners of his lips trembled, caught between the weight of a bittersweet joy and the ache of a love lost and found again.
She sensed that he needed some space, as she noticed the somber look on his face. Unaware of the storm within Neuvillette's heart, continued to laugh at her clumsiness. "I should get going. Don't catch a cold, mister."
Soaked in rain and emotional turmoil, He whispered the name "Furina." The small figure paused, turning back, puzzled by his whispered words, trying to decipher the mystery of this stranger knowing her name.
As she turned back, puzzled by his whispered name, their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, the world stood still. Neuvillette, his heart racing like a tempestuous storm, held her gaze, trying to conceal the avalanche of emotions within him.
"Furina," he murmured again, this time more audible, his voice trembling with hope and despair.
Her brows furrowed in confusion, her eyes searching his face for answers. "How do you⦠why do you know my name?" she asked, her voice tinged with honest bewilderment.
His heart felt caught in a whirlpool, emotions threatening to consume him. Here she stood, embodying his past and present, yet existing in blissful unawareness.
Neuvillette hesitated, his mind tangled in thoughts. How could he explain lifetimes of love and loss to her without sounding utterly mad? His heart ached at the thought of burdening her innocent soul with the weight of their shared past.
"I⦠I'm sorry. It's nothing," he stammered, forcing a weak smile. His voice cracked, betraying the flood of emotions threatening to spill over. He stepped back, the weight of their unspoken history too heavy to bear.
The ache of knowing her, loving her, and losing her once more tugged at the strings of his soul.
"Will he risk the heartbreak of loving her again?"
Without a shadow of doubt, the answer resonated through the storm within him: Of course, he would. He loved her so much that the prospect of heartbreak paled in comparison to the joy of loving her anew.
(Feeling like the angst isn't intense enough? Try envisioning Neuvillette and Furina like Meliodas and Elizabeth from 'The Seven Deadly Sins.' I cant give too much deets tho bec its a spoiler! >.< The whole mortal x immortal thingy just reminds me of them)
