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It had been roughly a month since Viola departed from the gates of Schwarzwind, satchel at her hip and only the vaguest idea of where she was going to go. The hooded woman walked with a heavy heart, as she was still not over the loss of her closest companion. The sight of that wretched girl impaling Zwei from behind replayed in her mind every day and she felt her heart drop every time she watched him fall to his doom. She felt so lost without him. So alone. She couldn’t stay at Schwarzwind another second after witnessing that, she decided. And so she left the battlefield, going back to the fortress to gather what little belongings she had, and left. She wasn’t sure where she was going, but she followed the moon. At least it hadn’t abandoned her.

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𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔  𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 || Open

harris had scoped out the place he was going to rob tonight more than a few times over the last month, it seemed like an ideal place to hit and tonight seemed to be an ideal night based on the patterns he’d observed. the owner, handsome as he may be, was a rich prick and rich pricks deserved to get robbed. that’s that and so he began his night by rappelling down the roof towards what he assumed is a vacant bedroom window. it was, fortunately, and just as luckily, the window had been unlocked. so all it took was some patient and cautious strength to pull it open quietly.

“If it is not the Gods that sway you, and you have no master to answer to, then I must admit...”

It is always moonlight about him, silvery as his blade, and she is past wondering about it. Strange things walk this earth. She has already known him for one of them, if indefinable otherwise. This moonlit venue is, however, a fairer locale than the woods that once sheltered them from each other’s sight.

There is no avoiding one another now. In the midnight streets of this port town, she keeps to his mothertongue, soft and lyrical among the clatter of Greek. Whatever he is, she finds it hard to believe he’s a student of the Classics. It’s more a doubt that any great mind ever rose up from this meager shoreline than defamation. Ah, but she has warned herself off of presumption.

“Your journeys fascinate me. You move like a man with purpose, and yet I cannot fathom what it is.” Staring into her cup, she ignores the warmth at her back, the tavern alight with fires and conversation on the other side of the wall. His eyes are the exact color of this wine, she notes. With that, she looks back to him.

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TIME TO RIP YOUR HEART OUT! :D!

But for real, imagine if you would--how it must feel to be Raphael who has lost so much, who has left so much behind, who has so many regrets that there’s times they are all that his mind can grasp. How much does he wish he could change? How often has he hurt someone, wished he could take something back--wish he could go back in time to change things, swap places?

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It wasn’t even a tradition in this realm, but gifts were a universal sign of affection, so even if Kitana knew nothing of Valentine’s Day, perhaps she would still appreciate what he had to offer. He’d spent some time hunting the present down, looking for something both strikingly beautiful and unique. Nothing plain would do. The man had an eye for the exquisite and enough contacts to procure exactly what he wanted to give her.

Adorned in a small, ornate box, wrapped in shiny blue ribbon, he presented it to her, a smile upon his features as he did. “Where I am from, we have a tradition, it is a more modern one, but every year on this day we give a gift to the one our hearts belong to. A symbol of our love and affection.” Inside the ornate box was a ring, the sapphire in the middle the deepest blue imaginable. “It was no easy feat tracking that down. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Dark eyes regarded the box Raphael held out to her with curiosity for a moment before her gaze rose to return to the blue she had come to adore above all other shades of the hue. To see Raphael all but shining with his love for her was the most beautiful sight she had ever beheld, especially considering how the Edenian robe she had gifted him  looked so natural upon his frame. He would fit into the role of being her Konsort perfectly--well, not that he wasn’t such in anything but name as it was, but she knew that she had to be careful in how she exposed such to Outworld as a whole. There was also the matter of formally asking him about such, but... well, considering how favorably he reacted to her initial forceful claiming? She imagined such would go over well, something his loving words further reinforced.

“Raphael...”

Undoing the ribbon so she could open the box, the ring contained within stole her breath--eyes going wide as she regarded the beautiful stone. A hand rose to lightly cover smiling lips for a moment before her gaze moved back to meet his own, a nod given before she was clearing her throat and making her first attempt at something she had been practicing when he was not around.

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