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ETERNAL SONATA  ( 2007 )  .  ACCEPTING  :    “ if you strike a person their soul is scattered ”     /     @eiysner​  

                ━━━      (   Q :   WHAT DID YOU LEARN  ,  UPON HEAVEN’S THRONE ?   )

she carries herself differently  ,  he’s noticed  ,  since her disappearance   /   rebirth   /   recoloration   ;   a   blessing from the goddess    they have been told   &   he isn’t one to question the whims of the divine  ,  sees little issue in bestowing   gifts   upon one such as   she  :   protection and prowess  ,  embodied in the form of a woman wearing tidal apathy the way one would a mourning gown  ,  tutelage incarnate and he takes no issue with it  ,  of course not  ,  but rather     ━━━━━     what does divinity spit out  ,  when they seemingly   swallow you whole ?

this  ,  he supposes   ;   a mirror image shaped with familiar bones and muscle but   /   the blood is different   ,  golden beneath one’s veins before the body is cut open  ,  dissected  ,  red seeping out for the same reason moths carry false eyes upon their wings   &   mantises blend to the leaves they climb upon  :   camouflage  ,  a secret in plain sight .   something   holy kissed   wearing mortal flesh and it shows in the curve of her spine and the grip of her blade   /   like something   made for her   rather than simply bestowed upon   &   sometimes      (   sometimes   )      he thinks he catches something when the light hits her hair   just right  ,  a halo or a set of horns and then   /   he blinks  ,  and it is just she  ,  the professor   ;   she  ,  a confidant   &   guide with hands far more gentle than the callouses upon her fingertips would ever begin to suggest her capable of .

“   dimitri ?   ”     like a bell   /  like a chime  ,  a voice to rein him back in and he blinks once  ,  twice  ,  as he anchors himself back to reality  ,  to the church and its half - empty pews and somber echo of orchestral hymns to meet her gaze   ;   steady .     “   is something wrong ?   you stopped singing .   ”

❛     oh  ,  my apologies  ,  professor .   i am afraid i got a bit sidetracked .   if you would not mind  ,  may we try again ?     ❜               is offered with a sheepish smile  ,  hands once more clasping before his person as she stares  ,  peering  ,  before offering a gentle nod of her head in silent agreement .   it is not hard to begin anew  ,  lyrical worship etched into memory and muscle from some of his first memories of childhood and it should be easy  ,  then  ,  to follow along with the organ and those singing in accompaniment to it  ,  but she opens her mouth with head bowed in humility and for a moment     ━━━━━

(   A :   IF YOU STRIKE A PERSON  ,  THEIR SOUL IS SCATTERED   )

strange, isn’t it, how it always comes back to crests? strange / and infuriating.

❝ is it as powerful as legends,” the word rolls off of his tongue, reluctant and drawled and utterly unimpressed with the concept thereof in spite of how he had devoured them quite voraciously in his youth, ❝ make it out to be? ❞

          ❛ if you look at this diagram here, you can see how frequently hubert causes me and everyone else in here a bad time. ❜ yes, that really was what he had put the time into creating in his free time for this presentation. ❛ of course, the numbers are better if his schedule is rearranged ... ❜ he gestures towards the slope of the graph, and how it diminishes with each absence of hubert.

          ❛ but, and as i conclude, we would all be better off if hubert was, instead, deleted. ❜

for  a  𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙴  forged  during  days  long  gone,  it  seemed  that  all  of  the  golden  deer  remembered.  how  could  they  not  ?  familial  bonds  grown  during  their  days  at  the  academy  ;  a  welcome  excuse  to  get  away  from  the  WAR,  from  all  the  FIGHTING.  and  to  be  fair  —  not  a  single  day  had  gone  by  without  hilda  thinking  of  their  promise.  (  okay  —  at  least  not  in  the  past  few  months  !  )  a  girl  needs  to  daydream  of  pleasant  things  every  now  and  then  !  and  though  she  reminisced  about  her  life  at  the  academy,  hilda  had  not  planned  to  return  for  the  reunion.  not  ALONE,  at  least  —  had  not  heard  back  from  any  of  the  others  until  leonie  reached  out  to  her.  had  it  not  been  for  the  redhead,  hilda  may  not  have  shown  up.  (  such  a  LONG  WAY  TO  GO,  all  by  herself  ...  not  knowing  if  she’d  see  anybody  at  the  monastery  !  can  you  IMAGINE  ?  )

                                       —   𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝚃𝙾  𝙱𝙴  𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳  𝙱𝚈  𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂  !  

really,  now  —  could  claude  not  have  taken  care  of  the  bandits  a  little  bit  EARLIER  ?  fighting  alongside  her  former  classmates,  though,  it  wakes  memories  within  her.  some  of  their  faces  she  had  not  seen  in  years  ;  let  alone  the  professor,  believed  to  be  DEAD  by  many  !  how  very  odd  to  feel  a  sense  of  JOY  tingle  through  her  nerves,  an  excitement  she  had  not  known  that  she  MISSED,  during  an  unexpected  battle.  and  even  odder  it  seemed  when  the  fighting  ceased  and  VICTORY  proved  to  be  theirs.  ‘  loyal  ?  little  old  ME  ?  ’  a  smile  is  hidden  behind  a  steaming  cup  of  tea,  FRAGRANCE  OF  ROSE  PETALS  fill  the  air.  ‘  well  —  i  SUPPOSE  you  could  say  that  !  ’  can  the  professor  TELL  that  her  attendance  was  due  to  sheer  LUCK  ?  ‘  SAY,  PROFESSOR  —  where  have  YOU  been  all  this  time  ?  not  that  i’m  unhappy  to  see  you,  but,  you  know ...  people  said  that  you  DIED  during  the  battle  at  garreg  mach  !  ’