#eizebul

❝ i’m not going anywhere. i promise. ❞ to Miko!

Those words shouldn't feel so heavy but they did. There was a pain residing within Yae Miko that she had carried for the past five centuries. It was untouched, with no one but herself to take care of it. Pushed aside for years in order to fulfill her duty as the Electro Archon's familiar, whether she was physically with her or not. Everything she did was with Inazuma's best interest in mind but perhaps there was a part of her that was selfish and keep the one person that knew her since she was young close by her side.

Finally , that smile &. laugh kitsune so adorned , so missed . Despite centuries pasted , it almost felt as though no time passed , upon reuniting with her master - Her dear Archon . Ears flicked at each sound , moving close to Ei , the Guuji rests head full of pastel pink along an exposed shoulder . Her own smile growing , a hum . The closeness were enough to suffice . However , partly due to HER OWN witty reply that had been acknowledge . One of the things that the great Yae Miko prides herself on - her hilarity . One of the things she'd dare not ever trade , not even for the world . No one could possibly be as funny as her , she so thought .

Form returns to usual posture , some inches away now &. hues of purple looked to the Goddess . “ ⋯ Well , yes . Of course you did , Ei . You'd chosen to live a lie , because you didn't want to face the truth . Fake scenarios , dreams , will never compare to the real deal . Even if it hurts . ” Harsh , perhaps . Something that needed to be said , which , Yae Miko dare not hold back . She'd always been a bit of a blunt personality , no matter how ' mean ' it may seem to others . There are just some things , that MUST be said , laid out on the table sooner than later . Otherwise , bitterness would swell &. swell , eventually leading to an outburst most unwanted .

“ Besides ⋯ I've missed you , too . That copy cat of an Archon never compared . You know how much I despise fake things . That includes , something built in yours - &. Hers - images . ”

Unprompted Asks

Weapons do not come only in the shape of a cold blade or the blunt end of a staff. Once he would have chosen to turn to the harsh sting he hoped his words might have. There were a hundred upon thousands of things he wanted to say to his creator. Questions without answers and comments that would roll off her being like water on a duck's back. Truthfully, there was a part of him still that felt a twitch of violence— an urge to pick a fight he knew he would lose but hoped might somehow still come out on top. It was pointless. He KNEW that. He'd been so close to his best chance at exacting his vengeance and lost it all too soon.

Why did he ever think that would would have been GOOD ENOUGH ?

It was supposed to be behind him now, but finally faced with the woman he LEAST wanted to see, he was torn between taking up stance and turning to leave at his first chance. What did she want with him ? Why now ? After he'd finally made peace with all that had happened to him and accepted that he'd never gain an audience with her. When he'd been expressly avoiding crossing paths with her because he didn't know what he might say. No longer wanted what he desperately craved for so long.

Why would this world just never be done with him ?

It's raining out , today . Most of Inazuma's population stay inside , safe for those who needed to work . Luckily , the storms were so bad . However , twin Gods remain within their quarters , peacefully sitting amongst each other - their dear Kitsune friends , they'd be tending to the shrine . Per the usual . &. Makoto relished in the fact it were only she &. her sister , now . It's not too often , the two can just ⋯ be .

Archon leans into the touches , smiling . Due to their hair reaching nearly to each other's ankles , assistance would be needed in putting it back together . Especially so , after a warm bath . It's not long , before such a question rang in their ears , which in turn causes an all too easy blush to form over porcelain cheeks .

“ E- Ei !? Why the sudden curiosity ? ” Voice breaks , only making Makoto feel more embarrassed . She'd had no time to indulge in such pleasures . She had a duty to not only her sister , but , to the people . Were she to grow fleeting feelings , to get distracted from such childish matters ⋯ something awful were surely to happen .

Though , the more the deity thought on it . Thumbs twirled with one another , slumping a bit , bringing hands now , to cover those pink cheeks .

“ There is ⋯ Someone . She's a shrine maiden . We get along quite well , when we've the time for our chats . I - I don't know ⋯ I feel silly for getting a crush on a mortal . I don't think I could take the heart ache , being turned down or otherwise . ” Taking a breath , her head turns back toward Ei .

“ &. what of you , sister ? Have your eyes on someone of late ? ~ ” There's a playful nature to the question asked .

@eizebul &&. said... " ... it has been a considerable amount of time since i last saw you , " ei began in her usual collected demeanor, despite feeling quite at a loss for words . " how do you fare ? "

it  feels  as  if  he's  been  reduced  to  a  puppet  in  the  most  literal  sense  of  the  word  —  an  object,  hollow and helpless and utterly  devoid  of  the  ability  to  move  without  directed  by  the  will  of  another ... only ever capable of staring  forward  with  GLASSY  EYES.  though  the  wanderer  has  been  alive  for  multiple  centuries,  he  struggles  to  find  another  experience  that  might  rival  the  enormity  of  what  AWKWARDNESS  he  feels  in  that  very  moment.  fingers suddenly  itch  with  the  familiar compulsion  to  pull  his  kasa  down  low  over  his  face  —  if  only  to  afford  him  the  small  mercy  of  such  a  feeble  barrier  between  them.  yet  ren  still  cannot  bid  himself  to  move,  speak,  blink.  not  until  several  seconds  have  crawled  by  at  a  speed  (  insufferably  )  slow  enough  to  rival  ETERNITY  itself.

❝  ...  fine.  ❞  the  wanderer  finally  manages  to  choke  out.  the  falsehood  tastes  foul  on  his  tongue.  in  truth,  there  are  days  wherein  he  feels  like  the  complete  opposite  —  perhaps  even  more  often  than  the  days  where  he  doesn't.  however,  he  sees  no  reason  to  admit  as  much.  even  if  he  were  to  go  on  a  tirade  about  how  OBJECTIVELY  AGONIZING  his  entire  existence  has  been  up  until  that  point,  it  would  hardly  mean  a  thing  —  just  endless  complaining  devoid  of  any  substance or closure.  the  god  who  stands  before  him  now  may  very  well  be  his  creator,  yet  even  she  is  as  utterly helpless  to  change  the  past  as  he  is.  (  not  that  she  is  under  any  obligation  to.  )  it's  easier  simply  to  offer  up  such  a  hollow-sounding  lie  in  the  hopes  that  it  may  extract  them  both  from  this  insufferable  conversation  as  quickly  as  possible.  he  can  only  imagine  she  is  as  APATHETIC  to  his  fate  as  she  always  has  been.

...  although,  that  does  raise  a  rather  peculiar  question.  the  wanderer  looks  up,  eyes  narrowing  with  undisguised  confusion.  ❝  why  do  you  ask?  ❞   he  has  to  know  —  the  curiosity  digs  into  him  with  such  ferocity,  ren  suspects  he'll  never  find  PEACE  until  he  hears  her  answer.   ❝  it  has  been  a  considerable  amount  of  time,  ❞  the  wanderer  continues, arching a  brow,  ❝  and if  i  recall ...  you  were  the  one  who  couldn't  bring  yourself  to  intervene  in  my  fate.  ❞  he's  trying  very  hard  to  maintain  a  level  tone.  to  not  allow  even  a  scrap  of  dreaded  emotion  to  bleed  into  his  voice  —  for  he  fears  that  may  demolish  any  CREDIBILITY  he  has.  despite  ren's  best  efforts,  he  isn't  entirely  successful. while the wanderer strives to be an undisturbed pool of clear water, there are ripples marring his SURFACE.

❝  after  all  the  trouble  you've  gone  through  to  make  it  clear  you  want  NOTHING  to  do  with  me ...  it's  a  little  strange  to  take  a  sudden  interest  in  my  affairs  now  —  don't  you  think?  ❞