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He has always been one to hold onto promises. He has always been a misunderstood one. He has always been the most loyal one if a bond has been established. 

How much she cares for him as she does for those around her. Her genuine care, her genuine love, her genuine wish to protect them. All of them. No matter what. Yet there is a moment of hesitation as she knows that despite how close they are, her secret remains with her and she does not know when she will be able to share it with others. If she will even be able to share it with them at the end. These words of loyalty that touch her very core also make her feel guilty for lying, it makes her almost tear up but she lets herself fall silent instead as she lets the moment of soundlessness pass before she begins to speak. 

Ah, Kalpas, she could always trust him. Despite what others told her, she always trusted him without a second of hesitation. She promised him battles and he promised her to fight. However, she truly cared and wished for him to live a better life. It still hurt her to remember that her wish to bring the Thirteen Flamechasers as an official title, as icons before humanity, was rejected. She wished for him, too, to be seen as a hero he rightfully is. In her eyes, he deserves to be remembered and to leave a legacy behind that others will also follow. His heart and his soul burned brightly as the fire, as the Sun, and she didn’t want for it to extinguish. This flame was warm, he was warm to her and she wished for others to understand it. How could no one see what she saw? It pained her greatly.  

“ Kalpas... ”

Elysia’s way of saying his name was always one with warmth and tenderness to it,  but right now there was a tingle of worry but also gratitude. He cared and it was all she could ever ask for, the sensation of gratitude was filling her very soul. A Herrscher like her? As much as she loved humanity unconditionally, witnessed their beauty, she was afraid of what will these words turn into if she were to confess her origin. She didn’t want to lie, but it was scary. What if her truth will harm them? Thus, Elysia would smile at Kalpas then, extend her hands to grasp his even if it would be considered a taboo. She did not care if she will be burned or not, but she wished for him to know that right now she was here and he did not have to worry. Was she not one of the strongest? Was she and Kevin not the ones who would lead them until there will be a day when she, too, will have to depart? Her end... it will come. 

“...That bad?”

Then again, even he can tell that the wounds aren’t closing up on their own as they normally would. These Honkai beasts were developing at an alarming rate, growing stronger with each Herrscher’s awakening--It was a countdown that MEI had predicted, and yet even knowing all of this did so very little to stem the tide. At the very least, he isn’t going to move for the time being lest he receive some harsh words for it.

Her smile is tender at the sight of him, the sleepy look and his morning voice. Sokolova's gaze softens as she feels her heart beating faster, serotonin hitting the brain from just one sight of her beloved. Kalpas' response is met with a nod, acknowledging his wishes. and how happy she gets when he kisses her, responding to his soft and quick gesture without missing a beat by wrapping her arms around his neck loosely, chest against chest.

Zarina gazes into his eyes with the same smile.

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@decimatcd

A day goes on, another battle won and another battle pending. They are no longer enjoying the present, thinking all about the future and all the fights they are yet to face. The dreams have been crashed beneath the apocalyptic cacophony of sounds consisting of blasts, screams, and nightmarish terrors. They will not come out as they were anymore, the times have changed too much to ever wish for normalcy. Though, those who do not fight may find ways, but not those who remain on the front line. 

Zarina can hear familiar footsteps behind; thus, she slows down to see what will be done. He does not call her name nor does he lets out any noise to announce his presence for her to look at. Strange, she thinks. It’s unusual for Kalpas out of all to be so quiet, so serene, so silent. But she welcomes his physical touch yet once again, his arms around her and his mask just lightly scratching her skin as he nuzzled. It’s uncomfortable but she lets him do it for she knows this isn’t something he usually does. In this day and age, she cannot afford to lean back or expect anything good out of this scenario. This warmth, too, will be someday taken away from her. Is it truly worth the heartache? It’s hard to say, not when she relaxes in his hold, silently accepting it while closing her eyes. It doesn’t matter how much weight he puts on her, she could handle it. If not her, then who else would be able to do it? As an older sibling, her burden was far greater than whatever number of kilograms Kalpas weighted himself. 

“ Let’s go into another room, ” she tells him, placing her hand atop of his arms locked around her middle section. Her touch is colder compared to his, but it’s a pleasant sensation. All so he won’t be seen by others in this seemingly vulnerable state, Sokolova attempts to make a half-step forward. “ I won’t go away, I promise. However, it will get tiring to stand in the hallway. Come on now, Kalpas, ” her voice is melodic and alluring, charming on its own way as she gently unclasps his arms around her to turn to face him. Her golden eyes searching for his behind a mask. Upon finding what she wishes to find, her shoulders drop and she exhales softly upon taking his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze, and beckoning him to come with her. “ Let’s go. We’ll spend time in silence away from prying eyes. ”