life eternal.

               𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞,  𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 above them.  this gentle curtain of night,  a hopeful prelude to peace,  to sear their destinies into being,  to forever etch their names into stone as brought darkness to a world of blinding,  overwhelming,  otherworldly light.  all of those beasts that prowled the earth and preyed upon the weak and feeble crawled back to the depths from which they came,  and for a time,  norvrandt and the rest of the source felt the gentle calmness of one hundred years lost.

               it was tiring,  being a hero,  the savior  (  one of many,  that was to say  )  of a realm.  two realms,  for that matter.  her bones ached and weariness painted itself upon her countenance,  though it smoothed out as her eyes came to a close.  they slowly reopened,  thick eyelashes fluttered as she looked down upon such an ethereally beautiful visage.  of course,  cherry had to smile,  full lips curving gently before spreading into a full grin.  a hand came to stroke nova’s hair.  her touch was soft,  feather  -  light,  before moving to rub the other’s ears.

the point is,  i’ve spoken briefly before on cherry’s feelings on emet,  and it’s moments like these that really exemplify that,  if only for the times where she feels a calmness with him and even mildly appreciates or likes his presence and speaking to him.  she certainly does find him to be an entertaining personality  ----  he is funny and she’ll give him that.  when he speaks like this,  when he is just talking,  she almost likes him.  she’s never hated him from the beginning,  just thought him to be irritating and highly distrustful,  but it’s that brand of irritating that gets under your skin but you don’t hate the way it crawls under your skin.  still,  he manages to eventually ruin moments like these and cherry gets mad all over again and wants nothing more than to throttle him senseless.

cherry is typically a rather in  -  the  -  moment kind of person and doesn’t plan for things like this,  and is pretty impulsive in her choices,  very much spur of the moment,  so there usually aren’t a lot of times where she knows ahead of time if she’s going to have sex,  especially given the kind of person she is and how she doesn’t really have true relationships where she and her partner might have this kind of communication.  it also just really depends on who her partner is too,  if she ever gets to a point where  1)  she’s comfortable entering a relationship,  2)  she’s comfortable doing relationship things.

all this long  -  winded talk aside,  cherry is very much a fan of pretty lingerie,  or just revealing  /  comfortable that also happens to be form fitting  (  honestly here’s this lingerie shop that promotes mostly on twitter,  cherry would wear a lot of their lounge  /  sleepwear  ).  so for the most part,  cherry will just wear loungewear similar to what you see in the shop there.  i could drop a lot of specific outfits tbh.  regardless where cherry stands in regards to her relationship  /  feelings about someone,  she’d be comfortable just casually wearing things like that.

     “  those  lines  will  always  be  crossed  .  such  is  the  nature  of  things  .  “  the  universe  is  a  beast  ,  of  this  she  is  sure  ,  &  perhaps  she  has  become  too  accustomed  to  the  catastrophe  of  it  all  ,  the  indignities  that  she  can  no  longer  muster  up  the  energy  to  lash  out  ,  to  fight  for  some  sort  of  divine  retribution  .  “  perhaps  that  is  simply  the  way  things  are  meant  to  be  ,  in  the  grand  scheme  of  things  .  “  she  speaks  not  out  of  apathy  ,  but  of  acceptance  ,  an  understanding  of  this  game  &  its  rules  &  the  lengths  to  which  some  may  seek  to  bend  them  .  this  is  simply  just  the  way  things  must  be  ,  with  no  inherent  rhyme  or  reason  to  it  ——  it  is  all  chaos  to  her  in  the  end  ,  another  one  of  the  many  paradoxes  of  life  ,  the  duality  of  it  all  (  in  the  end  ,  she  is  just  tired  of  it  )  .  “  if  you  wish  to  be  positive  about  it  ,  there  will  always  be  someone  to  stand  up  to  it  ,  yes  ?  time  is  cyclical  ——  we  as  a  whole  are  .  it  is  terribly poetic  in  a  way  .  do  you  think  we  will  ever  learn  ?  “

               where there was good,  its shadow of evil was always lurking around a corner.  where there was black,  there was white  ----  two sides of the same coin,  never one without the other.  such as they were intimately intertwined with one another,  leading an intricate,  delicate dance around a ring of fire,  a dive into a deep abyss to brave the unknown.  whether the unknown was for the sake of good,  or for evil,  only their souls would sing for their actions.  some lines were meant to be crossed,  only if it meant the preservation of the sanctity of life,  while other lines,  people such as herself attempted to put an end to the miserable existences of the wretches who perpetuated the evils that plagued their world.

     if the trek to ishgard taught him one thing, it was to listen to the guides on what to wear. here he was, just passing the gates of judgement, teeth CHATTERING like they were about to fall out his skull. he’d been offered a coat somewhere along the way, but the thick fur does LITTLE to warm him after being in below freezing temperatures for so long. izuminokami supposes he should be grateful for the shield it offers against the bitter wind - until the moment the long fur is subsequently whipped into his face, and the proud samurai SPLUTTERS.

     all he had to do was track down cherry. all he had to do was make it to the fortemps manor, and he’d be out of this HELL. a bitter sigh passes near frostbitten lips as heavy boots are dragged up the steps of the pillars, a shake of his head and a roll of pale eyes following the thought. no - this wasn’t hell. the weather was just a minor inconvenience.

     seeing the door to his destination, steps quicken to get him just before the guard. ❛ i’m looking for a CHERRY VALLA. i have a message for her. ❜ // @irerow​​ & ♡ ‘d

               there was something distant in the way she gazed upon the landscape of never  -  ending winter,  as she watched the gentle downfall of snow softly kissing the towers of stone,  blanketing all that it touched in a delicate veil.  she stood upon the height of the impassive steps,  as present as she was faraway,  as if her soul had been plucked from her body as she stared and stared.  the cold,  brittle wind bit at her exposed bits of flesh,  but it was almost as if she didn’t even notice,  as if it was doing nothing but tickling her skin.

               though she was quite used to the cold of coerthas,  surely she was not immune to its harshness  ----  and it turned out,  once she realized,  at the sound of someone’s voice lulling her back into the clutches of reality,  that she had been standing,  frozen in time,  that she was not.  her long,  darkened lashes fluttered,  a crown of velvet upon her lids,  as she turned to face the approaching voice.

   “ i feel like i should apologize again for my brother’s actions today, “  there’s a small furrow between his brows, slender fingers coming up to pinch at the bridge of his nose to stave off the oncoming head ache already brewing.  what an exhausting day, to be sure,  the rush of adrenaline that kept him going the moment he got wind of emmanelaine’s disappearance only now fading to leave behind exhaustion and ache.  “ i promise he is a good boy at heart,  but i fear his thoughts and actions are oftentimes dictated by fancy rather than common sense. i do hope you did not get hurt in all this? “  / @irerow​