#solaceforge

She remembers — she tries not to, most days, and every day the recollections get hazier — the familiar line.  A script, almost, easy.  Let’s go home meaning let’s leave, this world is starting to cling, or this world is starting to hurt, or this world doesn’t feel safe any longer.  And then, the reply : of course.  home is wherever we are together, meaning you’re right, let’s leave, because the world we were on never made home, it was always that you were there.

Home is wherever we are together.  Lumine looks to Kazuha with their yellow eyes, no longer gold, too flat by half, and wonders how to explain that it’s not a where, because home was never a place.  It’s not when, but who.

It’s a hard day for speaking.  It often seems to be.  Paimon isn’t here, just this once, to help, and Lumine isn’t sure she’d answer right if she were.  It must be obvious, though, mustn’t it?  To Kazuha, too, defined as he is by the moment that he lost someone essential to his existence.

Moments, with Lumine.  Five hundred years prior to an unknown god, and more recently, to Aether alone.  She’s not sure she can endure another loss, let alone one her brother chooses to inflict.  She’ll die, if she isn’t dead already.  She might be dead already.

It’s a hard day for speaking.  The words don’t come easily.  It takes too long to mutter even the single syllable that isn’t any kind of answer / that is the only answer : “home.”

Home is wherever we are together.  Home is holding my brother’s hand.  Home is something other than empty - dead - angry.  Home is ———

             sat atop the perfect viewing spot of inazuman fireworks , mona found herself paired with the fluent poet from such nation idly minding his time beside her . the traveler had insisted they sit to watch the fireworks , something the magus had never witnessed . yet , in the heat of the building crescendo before performance , mona found herself musing brief satire under breath .

             just above being audible to kazuha alone .

   -  “ who   would   have   thought  i’d   be  able  to  share   sake  with  an  old friend  again? “  Tohma’s   words   holds  tender  and  soft  emotions,  as  he  had  taken  the  honor  to  pour  the  sake  on   Kazuha’s  wine  saucer,  to  signal  the   start  of  revisiting  old  memoirs  shared  together.    “  With  this,  a   lot   of  memories   can  be  quite  nostalgic.   We  have  lost  and  earned  new  friends  along  the  way  --  though  when  everything  is  settled    and  done   I  do  hope   they  could  share   a  few  drinks   with  us   to   share   and  create  more   fond  memories.   “  he  continued  as  it  was  his  turn  to  pour  the  old  age  wine  on  his  own  cup  before  settling  it  down,  and  raising  it  into  a small  kampai.