songstress.

Estelle takes but a moment to consider before speaking, nodding her head slowly before she did. **“There is one, not too far from here really. Would you like me to accompany you there?” **

gratefully, she nods. “ yes, if possible. i can’t say i’m entirely used to the surroundings we’ve been given just yet. “ she adds with an apologetic tone and the ever so subtle hint of a smile.

       The passing glance was unmistakable. It’d only been for a single moment, where the two’s eyes met–an instant that any other person might have not even paused or even noticed pass by. But this was far different, for the both of them. The ties between them were far, far deeper than perhaps even their blood could allow. 

       A clash of animosity and care that he could never quite shake. 

       It was hard for him to mask his own shock–after all, perhaps he could convince himself this place was some bizarre purgatory following his death, but with her presence, how could he continue to convince himself of that? Unless she had died shortly after he did, but that seemed far too convenient a possibility for him to believe. 

“…Mystearica.”

“This is quite a surprise.” It took him no time at all time to steel himself once more. After all, considering the circumstances under which they last met, how else should he greet his sister, but with that very same coldness? “I had thought my arrival here a contained incident, but it seems I wasn’t the only one brought to this place.” 

       Perhaps fate truly was the one which decided on his return. Otherwise, why then, would it have brought the two of them back together again under such circumstances? 

    it was just for a moment. only a moment. her breath hitches and time slows to an infinite pause as the frosty stars hang silently in the skies above. Everything seemed so, surreal; gazing back into the icy blue eyes that they both shared. Part of her mind tried to will him as a phantom, an illusion; yet this island was known for its impossibilities. She remembers the song & the way she watched as he fell. She remembers the last lingering look on his face and the way she strode steadfast into the future, into a world without him; knowing her mission had achieved its plateau and she also remembers the way she broke down on her bed that one night, the mourning tears grieving for the only brother she ever had. 

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Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

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          “ I understand that you’ve only a limited amount of time for healing each hour, but please, try not to strain yourself too much. ”

Several days had passed, but there seemed to be no end to “heroic” types, returning from the monster infested city into the safety of each construction point with far too many wounds. Chat Noir usually tried not to be so overt about doing nice things, but he couldn’t produce a disguise for every normal interaction after being transported into this world.

So, here he was, offering the young teenager water after another five minute interval spent helping others. It had taken two such occasions for him to even locate the girl; she didn’t seem keen on actually interacting with those she healed, revitalizing them with her song while staying out of sight. The first time around, he hadn’t quite realized the singing was the catalyst for her healing.

save her the lecture; she’d been so consumed with attempting to utilize as much of her power as she could in the few short bursts that they returned, that she hadn’t noticed the presence behind her. Truly, Spirale was eroding at the ideal of a soldier beheld in her own world. 

The entire scene is anxiety inducing on it’s own, but once you’re confined to a tiny makeshift safe zone that’s the farthest thing from when compared to the other more “official” ones out there….the anxiety became overwhelming. It came up to their ears, and didn’t seem to quiet down in the least. Growing louder the closer the sounds of monsters came, and thankfully every now n again they would go the other way or some other daring hero would come barreling through and put that to an end. There were still an enormous amount out there, however, and it’s not like the strange lady of a mystical makeup had any sort of counter on display for how many were left. Yet, they were to get rid of them all.  

 Unfortunately for the mankete the next wave of them do not seem so easily deterred by another noise or the shifting of the architect around them as the city somehow rebuilds itself. The noises of them drawing closer shaking her more and more as she clutches her dragonstone to her chest- hoping that now would be the chance it would activate for a set and small amount of time. Their concentration drawn away from that, brought to the sound of singing. It’s not Azura’s, but it definitely radiates something of familiarity to it; Safety. Providing a more literal sense of it as Monsters uselessly throw theirselves and weapons against it.

 Kamui is left awestruck, caught up in her luck“Ah- huh, Oh!” shaking her head, and refocusing the grip on their ankle,”Only about nine minutes,” if it had gone much longer they would have had to travel with the possibility of shards lost in their skin while garnering bacteria to the open wound,”Would you happen to have a cleaner cloth?” they at least had confidence to remove it and wrap it- but using anything from their cape could just trap bacteria in with it.

 “And thank you greatly, I will not forget your kindness,” 

delicately, nimbly, her fingers carefully work towards the shard embedded in the woman’s foot. “ this might hurt for a second. “ she reassures with a gentle voice, gloved digits moving with precision, as if she had trained for this her whole life. The creatures roared continually, thrashing their various limbs against the wall of light. Tear knew the time they had within this temporary sanctuary was limited, speed was of definite importance. 

it took a few tugs, stemming the bleeding with a few bandages Tear kept with her - but the shard was released and discarded, all that was left was control the bleeding. The melodist frowns, knowing that if her powers weren’t bound so heavily, then maybe, just maybe-- 

letting go of her staff, she raises both her palms above the site of the wound, eyelids fluttering to a close with a face deep in thought; calling, heralding, any shard of power that she could just grasp, even for a second. 

A single action was all she needed to offer a simple, but grateful smile. 

“Thank you so much.” 

The danger was there, but with somebody by her side, she didn’t really feel so scared. Having no fear didn’t mean she could get comfortable though, so she kept herself alert – just in case something caught them by surprise. Either someone or something was waiting for them, and she felt a little anxious about getting there, or even what they’d find once they reached the place. She just hoped that nobody was too badly hurt… 

Now it was her turn to nod, so she did. “Well…let’s go!” With a goal in mind, she began to walks towards the bright light. A few steps were taken before she stopped and turned her head, just to give her companion another smile. This time, it expressed something completely different.

It’ll be okay. 

she’s done many things, alone. & traversing this hellscape was one she perceived as another task to be handled solo; however daunting it may have seemed. Yet, she suspects it’s something to do with the travels she shared with that one select group of people that bloomed the need to connect with others, something which she takes with grace, now. Despite not vocalizing it fully, she’s grateful to have Colette by her side.