#tocarryontheirdream

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Having fallen as a result of a broken heel, Brandish had been told to keep off her feet for a couple of days. However, the mage had other ideas. She had plans to put into action - her spa wasn’t going to open itself. 

However, first things first, she needed something sweet. 

Gentle sunlight filters through the trees; it’s a pleasantly warm afternoon, the quiet broken only by trills of birdsong and, far more distantly, the hum of contented people. A gentle breeze ruffles the leaves, causing the patterns of shadow below to dance.

This isn’t a place he recognizes. But, it is not foreign to him either. It could be anywhere in the countryside, he thinks...

How long has it been since he’s breathed such clean air? Since he’s been able to stand still and simply savour a small detail like that? Since he’s felt...

Alive? No, that’s enough contemplation. Even in this idyllic setting, something compels him onward. A path winds through the woods, and he knows instinctively which direction to take, guided by the kind song on the wind.

Before long, the trees end, and he’s stepped out into a clearing awash in dazzling light. The sound of rushing water and a smoky aroma of cooking food hit him at once, and then his eyes adjust. There, by the edge of a shimmering river, stand two figures who radiate a sense of peace.

One of them, Bansai recognizes, though to encounter him somewhere that clearly isn’t Hive City is confusing. But only for a moment, before he feels at ease. As if he’s remembered that they had planned to meet out here, wherever this is. He approaches quickly.

Finally, the wait is over—he can go congratulate the idols himself. He’s practically running over to the stage, but before he can find any of their dear performers he instead almost crashes into the manager...

...And before he even knows it, he’s pulled Banri into a tight hug, lifting and twirling him around.

“That was incredible!”

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse. (accepting)

As the sun began descending down from the sky, the customers started pouring in. The tranquil spaced filling up with a cacophony of voice, laughter, and ambivalent noise. Despite that, Sougo moved with grace and practiced smile throughout the cakery, tending to their requests without break.

When most of them had been settled though, he let out a breathe in relief from behind the counter. It was nice to take a mental break before attending to them again. As boisterous and kind some were, some could be overly friendly.

The entrance bell rang out and Sougo slipped on the mask once more.

“Welcome to the Seaside Cakery. How can I be of service to you?”