' solar systems have collapsed for the hour of our meeting to be able to emerge. they will continue to collapse in order for our relation to be preserved. as a harbinger of destruction and ruin, this is a truth not bound to stir dread into my spirit. yet, may you truly say the same? can you accept, in full, the very knowing that, for a kiss alone to be afforded to us both, stars will continue to die? ' ( Sephiroth said it was his turn to maneuver the braincell so hi hello Hina we are politely requesting Stella <3 )

unprompted. || always accepting

─「ステラ」─  their meeting was DEFYING FATE AND LOGIC. nothing about them being able to find each other and stay together was natural. abnormality. outlier. ANOMALY. each passing second the two souls were allowed to meet, something else had to pay the price. it had, and always been like that. in order to keep the soul that should've perished along with the collapsed timeline, there were consequences.

                in their cases, because she was a LOST STAR destined to perish along with every constellations made up her universe and world, the same amount of stars were required to keep her light burning. it wasn't just hers, was it ? HIS, too, his existence that defied the time and fate itself. both of them, standing before one another — the cruelty of the truth.

                perhaps, stella could never bring herself to redeem herself for the sins which piled up with each passing second. his words were a REMINDER of reality, of the consequences and the price she had to bear in order to be with him. for her to ESCAPE her own demise was one thing, the death of her home planet was the payment to her existence, but oh ... how fate wouldn't let her have the peace of mind of finding her destined one without a cost.

                " for a miracle to happen, a tragedy must occur. time after time. i have seen it. they all went out, one after another. one universe to another. and i finally found you. " or was it him who found her ? the lost star wasn't sure, either. but did it really matter ? the TORTUROUS TRUTH of it all was that more stars will have to die in order for them to exist in the same plane, same reality, same universe.

                agony struck at her, again and again, but it didn't stop stella from taking a step closer to him. gaze of burning emerald bore into her AMETHYST ones, and she felt her heart skip a beat. it was, once again, reminding her how only for this person it shall beat. only for this person it shall stay alive. how many stars had to die for them to meet ? how many more must perish for them to love ?

                " kiss me. " the words were uttered like a secret, like something FORBIDDEN in nature. a request that meant galaxies shall be gone in order for such a thing to happen. it hurt. it was devastating. unlike SEPHIROTH, stella could never make peace with the fact that their love meant the end for so many lights out there. yet, she refused to let him go. fingers danced so tenderly over the line of his jaw, caressing him like he was not capable of rewriting reality itself. she touched him like he was precious, like he was IRREPLACEABLE.

                and to her, he is.

                " give me a kiss worthy of a thousand suns. if it is a path of destruction i must walk to be with you, then taint my lips with the taste of burning stars. "

@scrtilegii

There is never trust in anything that looks divine. Divinity is a lie and the gods are cruel. There is deep unsettlement whenever the concept of religion and holiness comes into place. She, who has used religion and holiness, witnessed all it had done to the minds of others. The seraphs will be praised, people will kneel before them and pray upon their salvation (Cleanse me, cleanse me, cleanse me) while forgetting the true nature of these creatures. But the galaxy seems to be filled with more than just ideals and ideations, it is filled with those who live such lives through and through. 

I was the god, the saint, the destroyer, the devil, the sinner, the peasant and the empress. I was everything and nothing, I took on roles of holy worship and satanic rituals. This body is not pure and it will never, it’s been tainted by more than others fear. The energy of Honkai found its way to deep, altering everything and anything it came into contact with. 

The maiden of lying masks tells her, persona slipping and she looks all the more beautiful in her imperfections. The wings on her head are lies told by those who wish to take them for granted, and Zarina thinks their white color is beautiful and pretty when coming together with Robin’s general color palette. The soft blue, the gentle touch of the sky in her hair and such a gentle shade of green in her eyes. The winter within her craves to have more of these colors inside of it, to dance in a flurry of snow around her to witness all that she is and to preserve in memory and in ice the sight of her beauty. 

There is never trust in anything that looks divine, but there is trust in the one who lets her facade fall and expose her selfishness. There is trust in the rawness of emotion and the desire to be loved. Is it not the most perfect imperfect thing? To be loved wholly, truly, with the vices and imperfections included? The angel shows her true face and the Apostle finds it better than any alcohol she's ever tasted, an intoxicated feeling of appreciation and delight. Her frozen core beats for she no longer has a true heart that acts like it, her being yearns to touch her, to taint her more, to possess more of her voice, her warmth, her lips, her gaze, her everything.

Chain me, she says. Possess me, she says. Love me, she says.

It's impossible to stay away when such allure is presented. No, not impossible, but she doesn't want to. Zarina always chooses what she wants to do and now she steps so close to the seraphim that their chests touch and her hand rests on the songstress' waist while the other tilts her chin up so she could look at her. How frantically she's been speaking, but the Sovereign (Herrscher) can only look in admiration, fascination, and adoration. Perfection bores her, perfection brings out her apathy and disinterest but this? Oh, Robin's truth is what intrigues her and brings her here like a moth to a flame (you were a flamechaser too, faux goddess, once).

Red lips part to begin to speak:

"I will not chain you for freedom fits you better," her words are a melody laced in velvet, deep and sultry. "I will not possess you for obsession is my love's face," she presses her thumb against Robin's lips while looking into her eyes, enjoying the perfection of her rosy lips. "But I will love you. I will love you as people love in winter to stay warm, I will kiss you breathless and steal your voice when the moon is high." Now her thumb traces across the lower lip. "Be my duet in the song, Robin. Be my equal, want me and yearn for me as much as I yearn for you. I'll let you sing me to sleep, I'll let you be my final lullaby."

There is a pause between them to let the words sink in, sink as in the abyssal ocean where countless memories will forever be buried. The voices, oh, the voices are so loud but they will never be forgotten! The Discipline orders you to remember and it's a golden necklace around your neck, Apostle, you'll never be free from the God's Voice! But Zarina knows, she listens to the angel's words and she accepts them. Not recklessly, but solely because there is nothing left to lose and because she'd love to jump into this horror with her arms open for the seraphim to claim her love.

"But you must be my equal. Be selfish, be greedy, be loving. Want me and desire me, reach out your hands and cling to me to not let me go," she whispers now, so it will be only heard to by the wings of faith and fate. Harmony won't interrupt them as Sokolova's arm circle around Robin's waist, hugging her close and her hand cups the songstress' cheek. Golden eyes - half-lidded - are full of winter charm, warmth within them is both tempting and dangerous. How can ice be warm? Just like people fall asleep under the layers of snow never to wake up again. "I will only ever love the [real] you, not the diva, not the daughter of Oak Family, but you - the one so imperfect, so selfish, and so greedy. So be wanting with me," Zarina then kisses her forehead, too tender of a gesture for words spoken but a promise done before her lips press against her eyebrow. "Because the others will see perfect, what beautiful mask, but I want to see you come undone with me," another kiss to her cheek, it's reverence for the truth and true beauty in the eyes of gold. "I'll be loving with you, Robin, I will revere you and worship you but only if you do the same. Obsess with me as I obsess with you. I don't want half-loves, I want all that you are. So give it to me, give me your voice, your lips, and your soul. And you will have it all from me." Another kiss to the corner of her lips.

Origin is all about Ego, the true self. Thus, Zarina exposes the truth of herself before Robin and wishes for the same. Reverence for the Ego, love for the Ego, adoration for the Ego. She is the Apostle of Origin, the Messenger of Ego, and the one who continuously begins.

"I will be your true love, so be mine."

Robin is simply going to put the 🥺 face here and try her odds either way

' your hair is so beautiful! ' cosmically beloved singer sighs softly, ' it reminds me of the glimmer of the stars! do you mind if I play with it? ' ( yes this is me attacking your racoon lady with a singer lady )

unprompted. || always accepting

​─「エデン」─  the COMPLIMENT given by the halovian caught her completely off-guard. the trailblazer didn't realize she was pausing on the spot not because she had never been complimented before, but because the subject of such a praise was never about her appearance, especially her hair of all things. the ash-brown strands were unruly, they scattered and whipped with the wind WILDLY in a way that eden would never thought it deserved any attention.

                let alone from someone with stunningly beautiful hair like robin. the silky strands which looked absolutely smooth to the touch. they were utterly bewitching that she felt undeserving to ever let her CALLOUSED gloved digits ever make contact to them.

                " compared to yours, my lady, i hardly think it deserves such a praise, but i'm flattered. " glimmer of the stars was her eyes, her movement, her VOICE, everything about her. the STELLARON VESSEL now understood why people were so enchanted by her. not only her beauty, but the kindness and the soothing effect she had upon people just having her near.

                eden took a small step back, just enough for her to lower her head down in a bow-like motion, a hand on her chest in a manner almost resembling a KNIGHT taking a bow in front of the princess they were supposed to protect. aureate orbs lifted to meet her gaze through the ashen locks. a wardog awaiting the lady's pet.

@scrtilegii / to write or not to write / accepting

Sounds like my plan has worked to make you believe I am the real Sparkle —

I've actually had Bronya mentioned to me before and now I'm actually considering her because there are some interactions I'd love to have. Seele is the most obvious one (where my Seele gang at??) but also Serval, given her past with Cocolia and how she did grow up around her for a while.

Why did such a bitter form of acceptance have to accompany that statement? Whether it was exuding the heaviest from him, or it was faintly sensed from the stir of her energy, neither end truthfully mattered to Caelus in terms of cause. What captured the crux of his attention would be the way his chest tightens, how once gentle breathes associated with ease could snag and grasp the hidden messages within those thoughts.

The Nameless's lips proceeded to twist in distaste in how Robin proceeded to draw out his ambition. "Hey." His voice decides to counter, doubling down on the instinctive thought that simply felt right. "And who's to say that's written in stone? I've never agreed to have anything involving my life and good times to be plucked into choices here." A spirited fire ignites within his voice, never bolstering in voice, rather, the particular weight of soul that can enrich his stance.

A future without her? The intent of making strictly momentary memories, only to allow all of that to be cast to the wayside? Just the mere thought of such an aftermath, the sort where the both of them simply make due on vestiges of the warmth they've made by their own with and will... It pained him. Deep within his bones did a certain inevitable feel undeniable on path, it'd be nothing but bittersweet. It wouldn't come from the circumstance of separation itself.

Caelus simply felt that slamming acceptance on this thorn like twist within his heart would be no different than giving up.

"And just who said we'd have to make due with memories alone? They're great, but-- damn it all, they'd be much better if we were here looking back on a ton we made together, right by a good pitcher of juice and a sunny day! Hell, maybe on one of those picnic ideas you got giddy as hell about from a book you plucked up before." Excitable instances for a future. This is what prompts him to step closer to Robin, allowing a warm hand to situate onto her shoulder.

"Returns, surprise visits, taking you away onto a fun journey even if the higher ups cry a river. I'm making that time come to be, Robin. And I'd like all the help I can get from you to keep that fire burning strong." Caelus firmly states. Whether it was an anxious mix of bravery or wonder, he'd lean into the motion, abruptly drawing the Halovian into a sudden hug, keeping her body pressed firmly to his as they remained upon the breezy clearing. For a moment of time, he simply wants to keep the distance between them nonexistent. To offer a careful squeeze to solidify the fact that all of this? What they've dared to do? It's real. Just like the star igniting smiles she always aimed his way, free.

Regardless of either risk or reward, he'd make this step.

"Shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. I know where I want to be with you."

@scrtilegii / different ways to kiss / accepting

Sparkle had loved dancing for as long as she remembered. The way her body moved to the beat of the music, the moments of joy and the closeness of her partner. It made her forget about everything else, brought peace to her chaotic mind when her eyes were kept on the pretty lady in front of her.

She let the other lead, giving her the chance to be in control for once as the Fool followed along her footsteps. Whether she was the one who guided or fulfilled the role of a follower, she'd happily play along.

When the climax of the song was reached, Sparkle found her back aimed at the floor and her eyes looking up to the ceiling. Light panting could be heard, her chest moving up and down before they both found each other's lips pressed against one another. The hand that rested on Robin's shoulder moved up and wrapped around her neck to pull her in for a deeper kiss before they eventually parted.