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She felt uncomfortable. It wasn’t something she was used to feeling either. In her years of being a sorceress, never once had she been made to feel this uncomfortable. There was a tension in the air that she couldn’t pinpoint either, which made the whole situation feel even worse. Perhaps that was why she felt so uncomfortable. She’d heard things about the sorceress standing in front of her and her guard was, most definitely, up.

When the other lifted her hand and placed a kiss on it, Anna could not help but tense. Her eyes were very much focused on the woman in front of her. One sign of danger and she would be out of there in an instant. She was sure the accompanying smoke outline would be there too. She was sure the other could tell she was tense too.

Yet, there was something bedazzling about the woman. Whether it was the grey hair, the markings, the makeup, the way of speaking, Anna couldn’t place her finger on it. It was if she was enchanting. Was this part and parcel of being a sorceress? She wasn’t sure. Surely she had never placed people under this sort of spell before. Snapping herself out of whatever trance she was under, Anna finally found the courage to speak.

  He stood among the rubble of the old Centran building — a building they would have had fond memories of together, children bustling and tumbling over the threshold with muddy shoes and fist-fulls of wildflowers. He could almost hear their giggling now, despite the fact that he’d been gone for the end of it… gone for the end of her; his wife as he’d known her. The woman he’d come to love.

  “You’re right,” he admitted quietly, hands tucked in his pockets, the air about him of a man who had long since accepted this fate of his; the fate to be a failure at the one thing he should have succeeded at above all else: to be her Knight.

  “I failed you Edea. I shouldn’t have left your side,” he continued, gazing into eyes foreign to him yet knowing somewhere behind them she still resided. “I was a frightened, cowardly man who couldn’t stand the thought of watching his wife become someone he didn’t know, and so I threw myself headlong into Garden — convincing myself it’s what you wanted, and not simply my escape.”

  He withdrew his hand from his pocket and gestured to the spot he stood. “I should have stayed right here and protected your soul, just as I vowed to do all those years ago. For that I would accept a thousand times my fate, dear wife.”

  He tucked his hand back into his pockets, shaking his head, something in his expression darkening in the faintest of ways. 

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The future was supposed to be a mystery; and to that extent Ellone’s words held true, but it didn’t mean Aerith hadn’t seen shades of her future. That she hadn’t seen outcome after outcome for possible courses her actions would lead her down. Fate was an illusion, it was choices that defined the path ahead - not some mystical pre-determined destiny. Yet it was still a strange concept that weighed upon her shoulders, the kind of faith in her own moral compass and sense of humanised conviction that told her that no matter the situation she would stand by her choice so long as it felt right and just. Maybe she couldn’t predict it with certainty, or even down to a specific moment - maybe the variables were too transient, too fickle or too indecipherable until living in that single, specific moment - breathing the air of change and indecision. But she had to believe in herself. Or else what was the point in living at all?

timecompress  said: 🤞 / artemisia --- can be a mixture of both? who knows.

grab my muses chin || accepting  @timecompress​

         The male couldn’t help but shiver a little. He wasn’t sure how he got into this, but part of him wonder how to get out of it. But with the woman in front of him, he couldn’t help but turn his attention to look up at her. Twitching a little bit the man couldn’t help but inhale deeply for a moment.  He was unsure what else to do at this point, but speaking lightly, he frowned.

timecompress said: 💛 for hand kiss / kiss the wretched sorceress' hand cor, ehehe.

So you want a kiss.. || accepting @timecompress​

it wasn’t like Cor wasn’t used to woman like her. No -- not one bit. though when he walked over to her, he gently grabbed the woman’s hand and went down to a knee and place his lips against her hand for a moment. the head soon turns to look up at her for a moment. No smile what so ever. he was just on a knee looking at her, with her hand gently in hers.

Normally he wouldn’t be staying like this for long --- but he’s been around here a while and knows he wasn’t allowed until she gave him the okay.  He didn’t need any more scars on his body for the time being. Though, he was here for her -- whatever she needed from him, he more than happy to get done. 

Letting go of the woman’s hand, he soon backed up and went to stand up straight. Hands placed behind his back, he couldn’t help but watch her with his icy blue eyes. 

timecompress said   :we've not written together yet but uh, cor judge ulti's looks lmao

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I read your tags as “Both? Both. Both is good.” From El Dorado and now I cannot rest, I love it