#nier 01

Saviour’s Respite seemed to be Red’s favourite spot that day; enjoying her time with her weapon as they both sat in a small meadow of flowers, gazing out into the calming scene around them. She couldn’t help but wonder-- why did she never come here before? She was always so focused on being away from her own ward; as if staying far from her apartment would help her feel like she wasn’t really “living” in a world that wasn’t hers. However much she tried to deny it, though, Red knew she couldn’t completely-- but she had no worries at all today. Ever since she tried that drink, she felt absolutely wonderful; did it have something to do with that? 

Even when she tried to figure it out, it was almost as if her mind wouldn’t let her; and she didn’t seem too concerned about digging any deeper.

[ It’s.. really pretty here, huh? ] the Transistor spoke slowly, but his voice seemed more on the chipper side; Red’s hand smoothing itself across her blade. [ Buut.. not as pretty as you, Red! I swear. ]

The woman made the motion of laughing; bringing a few fingers to her lips, despite the fact that no sound left her. Though neither of them completely seemed to be themselves, she was happy; just being with him, alone..

.. but, not as alone as she thought.

Hearing soft footsteps, Red’s head lifted; blue eyes falling to a young girl who stood quite a few feet away from her. She seemed almost afraid to approach the pair, but Red had no issues with her joining them; lifting a hand to wave as a smile reached her lips.

The seasons had changed since their last run-in with the girl, so Cherie felt immediate relief upon seeing her again; taking gentle strides to eventually bridge the distance between them. Though their meetings had been brief, they were some the cupid had not stopped thinking about since; their smile crinkling the corners of their eyes as they pulled their hands close to their chest.

"It's so wonderful to see you again.. I'm so sorry that it's been so long. Have you been well? Ah.. were you able to give the bouquet you made to the person you wanted to speak to?"

These quests. It was all just...games, by their captors. He had no real interest in these quests on their own, but the things he could learn from it....perhaps he could find even a snippet of what fuels their captor's power.

And so, here he was, wandering around in the forest looking for a....candy dragon.

So deep in contemplation about the implications of all these sudden changes to the city left him ill equipped to dodge when a person suddenly appeared from behind a tree.

They knocked heads; he did not fall, though he had to steady himself with a tree trunk.

"....Mm. Looking for the dragon too? Or simply...taking a stroll? Not exactly the time for it."

It was hardly the first time Margaret had been to the Savior’s Respite.  While she preferred to visit during the night- as she preferred to do most things in the late hours- her thoughts would not always let her wait before making her trip.  Memories had overcome her, thoughts of days that had passed even before she wound up here.  She had no worry that she would shed tears, but isolation would be preferable now regardless.

Of course, she knew she wasn’t the only one who enjoyed the solitude such an area provided.  After several minutes staring at the sky she’d notice a girl approaching- some years younger than her, with large animal-like ears and a book tucked away in her hands.  Rather than turn her away, Margaret offered the small, polite smile she so often wore.