ONE SHOT

⟐ How annoying! How utterly useless!! How absolutely abhorred!!! Quatre practically left craters in each step he took away from the scene of a small party involved in this island after having heard his captain’s useless remarks over the fact almost half of the Eternals were seemingly taken away from their crew without warning and dropped off here and what does the leader of the strongest crew in the skies does?! Wave it off and celebrate it! It infuriated Quatre knowing that he was essentially kidnapped without rhyme or reason and forced to take part in all of this and here he was without even trying to get a grasp for the situation. So forget it, he’d do something. Song and Sarasa, he at least got that much out of him. The reality is she’d find him much sooner than he’d find her, but she’d have to be somewhere among the crowds. 

⟐ Luck may have had his side in this moment when he recognized the familiar archer of the crew. Although her appearance left him momentarily stunned silent in shock when he saw her dressed just as tacky as Siete had been, drinking from a hollowed out watermelon shell enjoying the festivities as well. His teeth were grit as he stared at her, very slowly reaching his sanity limits. 

“ Y–You’ve got to be kidding me..! You too, Song..?! “

@twocrowned​

     it would have been helpful if their oh so exuberant captain had decided to send a warning text her way. just a quick little message that another one of the Eternals was now on the island with them. it, of course, would have caused Song to perk with a smile and search them out. even without her eyesight and ability to fly to help her, she could find just about anyone if she put her mind to it. but, as fate would have it, she was the one who had been found first.

       she doesn’t need to ask any questions. doesn’t need to give a confused look as to just why her fellow Eternal was acting the way he was. it was obvious, wasn’t it? she was far too relaxed compared to him. in a situation where one has been kidnapped, powers stripped, weapons taken.....she’s seemingly far too calm, right? Song has had some time to adapt to her new situation, and with what she learned from Siete, discovered what she needed to in order to live her life here. of course, there is always that little nagging worry of how the skies back home would fare-- who would protect it? what if something cataclysmal happened there and she was unable to help? it wasn’t an easy thing to deal with, but Song managed to handle that worry, along with everything else.

                  but for him, this was all new, wasn’t it?

@twocrowned​

“You’ve got pretty good aim, huh.” Dante calls out, beckoning the young woman in the training field. He was training when he managed to see what she was doing — archery, it seems. “Didn’t miss a single shot.” The target’s punctures seem deliberate, articulate and careful, he’s actually quite impressed at her precision.

“I’d ask for a few lessons, but I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to keep up.” he’s never handled a bow in his life, but he’s pretty sure he’s handled quite a few ranged weapons in his many adventures. Mostly out of curiosity, he asks. “Where didya’ learn? Just curious.” She’ll have to deal with him for now, unfortunately.

    as an Eternal, a member of one of the strongest crews in the sky, she had an obligation to keep herself in fighting shape. it didn’t matter where, what world or dimension she was in-- she needed to be able to defend the skies and everyone underneath with everything she had when the time came. and in a place where her strength had been limited, eyesight diminished, weapon taken....it was even more imperative. she didn’t train 24/7, as Song knew how to balance business and pleasure, but had taken it up to do so more frequently. at least, as long as she remained here.

       “ No, you wouldn’t be able to. Even if I taught you a thing or two. “ it was not her bow by any means-- it lacked the destructive power needed to take anything down and she did miss her ‘invisible’ bowstring, but she was still a natural with the weapon. her confidence was not without merit and as she turns to face the other, Song knows her training for the day was going to be put on hold for a little bit. that was fine.

[ @twocrowned​ ]

Midna had very limited ability to hide in the shadows right now, but she was making the best use of it whenever she could. In this case, that meant hiding in the shadow of the astronaut food vending machine in the zero-g arena and popping out whenever someone approached to try and order something.

Materializing in front of the vending machine from the shadow beneath it right as Song went to press a button, Midna spoke with so much confidence it should leave no doubt that she was telling a blatant lie.

“Out of order.”

   how long has she been here? Song...honestly can’t remember. probably hours. she doesn’t really pay much attention to the time, too busy enjoying simply floating and moving through the air as if she was in the skies once more. it was as close to flying as she could possibly get to right now and the Eternal was going to soak it up as long as she possibly could. and it’s a good thing there were....what did she hear others call it? vending machines? strange contraptions that dealt out simple snacks or drinks for a low price. whatever it was called, it was truly wonderful and amazing and a perfect way to eat without having to leave!

      of course, no one mentioned that it came with a surprise.

  it was so sudden and the other had materialized so close that she could not help but to shriek loudly in surprise, floating back a few feet. one hand immediately flies to her chest, an expression of shock crossing her features. 

  content is what the Eternal feels, high in the Ophiuchus Tree and overlooking the island from a vantage point that would awe just about anyone. she felt no such fear being so high up in the sky. it didn’t matter if her feet were planted firmly on something or if she was hovering above the clouds: there was nothing to fear up above. one could see any and everything and there were many times back home where Song simply took the view in, memorizing each little detail she could make out. better than a photograph, it was. and even if she could not make out everything with as much clarity and sharpness as before, she was not going to deny what beauty she could see.

     “ It’s a shame the island doesn’t make use of sky ships. With the advancements I’ve seen here, it doesn’t seem that far out of the realm of possibility. I wonder why they don’t.... “

                                                     a MONSTER.

   yes, that is what she had decided. the moment she passed the Two-Crown Bow’s test and the weapon rested in her grasp, she knew what she needed to do. to truly be a monster -- to be what so many called her -- she needed to discard everything else.  the so called ‘friends’ she had in the Eternals, everyone else who had been by her side......they were unnecessary. simply obstacles in her way that would do everything in their power to stop her. good. that’s what she needed, what she WANTED. one by one, she would knock them down one by one and prove to be a ruler, someone with a power beyond the confines of humanity. a true monster.

     yes, anyone who thought she was a human, a person, was sorely wrong. she could not be that. she knew she could not be that and that there was only one true place she could belong. far above them, beyond humanity. 

         there was no other path for Song. she knew this and she knew what she had to do. but here-- here, it was almost impossible. infuriatingly so. how can she follow that path if here, she is as weak as everyone else? if she is as seemingly HUMAN as everyone else? she can’t and it’s wrong.

                                      it’s wrong it’s wrong it’s wrong it’s wrong.

  she does not belong among them, the type of people who would fear her if they knew the truth about her. she does not belong here at all and yet, there is nowhere else for her to go. there is no way to escape this place, to continue on her path of reaching the pinnacle of her strength. she has no choice but to accept what fate has handed her, what it has decided for her.

    but.........ah.

              “ Of course.”

  maybe this was fate’s way of protecting those back home. of saving the Eternals, the skies, the Captain and everyone else from her and what she could do. what she was going to do. it makes sense. who wants the heroes to be hurt by the monster? even if they could protect themselves, there is no way Song would stop until she succeeded, continuing on, cold and harshly. if she was to be stopped, they would have to kill her. and we all know the heroes always win.

    i’ll be throwing Song back to when she essentially was throwing away everything to reach the true apex of being a ‘monster’. cutting ties with the Eternals, defeating each of them one by one, not exactly under the control of the Two-Crown Bow, but spurred forth by it. a few things to note:

gone is the happy and friendly Song. she is more blunt and cruel in her words and demeanor. cuz, you know, if you wanna reach that true height you gotta toss away your humanity. fun!

 it’s how she makes her presence known to the other, arms folded loosely across her chest as a small grin plays on her lips. Song had known that Threo was in this place, having been one of the first few people she ran into. a relief it had been, to find a familiar place in a different realm. of course, there was a worry because that meant two Eternals were no longer back home, protecting the skies, but the Eternals were anything but incompetent. they could figure out a way to still protect if a few members were missing. that worry strikes back up the minute she noticed Siete inside the shop-- he was always good at bringing everyone together, so if something crucial were to happen in their absence...

             Song does not dwell on it, deciding that conversation is best spent for another time. right now, she’s eyeing the summer-styled shirt in his hands, an eyebrow raising at the pattern. her sunglasses were still on-- yes, even inside -- as she picks up the edge of the fabric with her fingers, turning it over.

     “ This says ‘ Sun’s out, Sword’s out.’  “ a pause as she looks back to the other, an eyebrow raised in question. “ And there is a picture of a cat carrying two swords on the back. “

“Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake!”

      “ I know exactly how my wedding would go! There’d be a beautiful cake at list four tiers high....the color scheme would, of course, be whatever Si-- “ aaaand she’s just going to stop talking right there because now she’s thinking about it.

fire emblem : three houses . -- accepting

@feroxtigris​ SAID: “  there aren’t a lot of people like you in the world.  ”

      “-- huh? “

  whatever Song had been in the process of saying was completely cut off the moment she registered what Threo had said. the Eternal looked away from the frozen treat in her hand, gaze locking onto her companion. there...were not a whole lot of people who said such things like that to her. and if they did, well-- it wasn’t always meant well. she’s always been sort of on the outside when it came to just what she was capable of. none of it was by choice and it led to a lonely life for her. 

         but not anymore.

  a light flush of pink dusts her cheeks as she giggles, lips curling into a smile. Song knew that the other meant no ill-will with her words and that it was a compliment above anything else. one hand comes to rest on her hip as she hums to herself.