#she accepts

*gives Celeste a poodle moth*

♪The midnight bells are ringing... The midnight bells are ringing... The midnight bells are ringing... and you are all out of time.♪

The Lavender Lady stood within the empty halls of what was once The Phoenix Parlor. Her eyes held an emptiness that lingered over the cold and barren room. First, a cold gaze fell to a vacant space where the Grand Stage should have been. Her stage in which she loved and adored.  And then she remembered...

 She remembered the performances that were held there, the times she found herself dancing with the stars like nothing else mattered in all of Hydaelyn. A nostalgic feeling of ecstasy stabbed her in the chest when she recalled the jubilant cheers and praise. How the lights lit up the stage whenever it was time for a show and the look of awe and approval from countless strangers who traveled from all over... Just to witness the magic. It was painful.

Lunae took a deep breath and stepped further into the room. Her heavy heels clicked on what was once golden floors. Now it was just grey stone, bare and virgin like the walls which surrounded her. There were no more seats or tables... no more extravagant decorations or elegant drinks and servers awaiting the Keeper. There was nothing. It was over. 

A sacrifice had to be made... Something dear to her... A test of loyalty... another decision that would inevitably fling herself back into darkness which clung to her like the silks she loved to wear. And in that darkness she stood glancing at the haunting ghosts of what used to be. Fond memories now tormented her, a reminder of everything she had lost. Everything she couldn’t protect... No matter how hard she tried to stand on her own... She would always fall and submit to someone else’s will.  

It was too much. The heavy weight of guilt and regret piled onto her shoulders until The Lavender Lady found herself on her knees. She was a slave to emotions... A slave to her destiny... a slave to her fate... 

What was the point? 

Why was she fighting?

She clung so desperately to a bright future that didn’t exist.

A hope that was never meant for her... and now all she had were voices in the shadows and a past she was running away from.

The Phoenix Parlor was far more than just a bar, it held more meaning than just another cabaret. It was the start of her retribution. A symbol of hope that resonated throughout her soul. She used to spread her flaming wings proudly, thinking she was untouchable. But her light was snuffed out... and it was time to bury the corpse.

The Irony made her smile, and eventually that overwhelming feeling caused her to laugh in the solemn darkness. She destroyed everything she created... and for what? 

For emotions.

She felt tired... tired of running, tired of changing fate... It was time to embrace everything...the power, the whispers... And more importantly... It was time to accept the shadow of who she really was.

Lunae made her goodbyes with the Phoenix Parlor as she burned the deeds in her hand. She watched the flames flicker and ignite before letting her legacy fall to the floor until the document was nothing more than ash. Next she took the linkshell of the Fool’s Covenant from her ear and into her palm. 

“Do you hear me... Faceless? I have given you everything...  Don’t make me regret this.” 

With that she dropped the pearl to the floor, crushing it beneath her heel as she headed towards the doors of The Fool’s Tower. She was going to leave, and never return.

(Mentions @the-faceless-ffxiv  ♥)

Does she accept?

who left this strange looking pie here? the regina couldn't say that she had seen anything like this one before?

' they didn't say who it was? ' furina asked the guard at the front desk who kept the apartment building she lived in safe. ' no miss furina, they just said it was a treat for you for today's holiday. ' it was clear & obvious to furina that whoever the individual was wasn't someone even the guard recognized. ' would you like me to taste test it for you? ' he offered & furina immediately shook her head. ' no, no, that won't be necessary. ' her intuition told her she needn't concern herself over this being an attempt. ' i just have never seen this sort of pastry before. ' she picked up the pie & scanned it curiously. its texture along with its smell was interesting to say the least. ' very well, i shall take it with me, thank you for keeping it safe. ' a pie she had never tried before huh?

she was excited to try it out!

dick: ull have to fight me for that