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@defyiing: don't you believe in yourself? // cyrene to phai
blue eyes look at the ceremonial blade she holds, their hand shaking as it holds dawnmaker. they're afraid, agreeing to begin an endless cycle where they become a monster chasing echoes while reliving thousands and thousands of lives.
"how can i? we're... trying to fight the very being of amphoreus' nature, resetting things so we can stop a ravager...? i'm afraid, cyrene, so afraid... you're strong enough, i'm not."
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@khaoslana liked for a starter.
"does it hurt, heralding end after end against my... or rather, our friends? you wore a mask when you did it but... i know you're hurting, you're me, aren't you khaslana?"
@khaeios: Someone sits at the edge of their cliff, white hair shining in the starlight. They come here, where even the Dawn Device is not visible in the distance, to look up at the stars and wonder: would this be the recurrence these endless cycles finally veered off - course? Did any of those cold, distant stars hold the hope they so stubbornly waited for? Khaos lets out a heavy sigh as their mask vanishes into smoke, and their footsteps come to stand next to Phainon. "Did you remember this place?" they asked, voice ragged with exhaustion. "Every recurrence, this becomes our shelter. Tell me, Phainon, why are you here? I have no answers to give that you do not already have yourself."
without fail, they drag themselves to the dawn device, to look up at kephale and hope that maybe, just maybe, they will give them the answers they seek in how to usher era nova to the people of amphoreus. they want to yell at them, to get answers, but when they approach, they see that shadow of khaos already there, exhausted, but still determined to talk.
a sigh leaves phainon as they look to the statue properly, a hand over their heart as they shake their head.
"i remember here in my current life time, and every time before... where i come here, and yell at kephale for giving the world a lie that they hold onto this world... what do they hold onto? nothing. you know that, when you keep cutting the chains, khaos..." they looked at them with a squint.
"but i also come here still to take it's shelter... because i wish for some comforts... is that so wrong of me, khaos? you're here too... because you hold to those comforts too."
@khaeios: we've found each other , out of everyone in the world . does that hurt , too ? // reaver/khaos at phai :)
blood rushes to their head, anxiety fuelling every breath they take as dawnbreaker shakes in their hand. how did they catch up to them? how did their shadow find them so quickly? did they... dispatch the others so quickly? no... no surely not...
"why are you here, khaos..?" they whispered, eyes looking away as they hold their coreflame. it was far too easy this cycle to gather it, so maybe... maybe time had ran out for them to play the fake hero, and their shadow was here to remind them that the sun needs to set, and the moon must rise.
"don't... don't tell me you... not again..."
yanks the deliverer's stupid hair sprout // mydei lol
the deliverer screams at the yank, blue eyes wide as they look at mydei with a pout. "mydeiiiiii! you're so meannnnnnn!"
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@ekleips: what else can my hands do with the blood ? pray ? // khaslana at phainon
soft blue meets blazing gold as they gently take the bloody hands of khaslana's and holds them. the grip is firm in intent, but gentle in delivery as they feel the blood soak into the gloves and stain the pale skin. phainon knows khaslana means well, means to stop the fate of amphoreus from being an eternity of suffering while everyone remains deluded, but their methods... it became clear their humanity is destroyed.
"khaslana... the blood on your hands is meant to be lygus and irontomb's... not mydei's, not lady aglaea... not professor anaxa.. none of them... i know it's hard to tell... you've been fighting so long but... please, let me help you remember yourself. you're not destruction, you're the deliverance."
the lion stares at phainon's neck, before chomping on the back of their neck. hard.
phainon yelps like a puppy and looks back at him and swats at him. "mydei, you animalistic oaf, get off me!" they pout, but their cheeks were bright gold.
