Fantasy 【𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞】

[neon reverie]

长旅

. . . moments of a journey

. . . and an odyssey named fate.

chapter 2.5

 

[neon reverie]

shizenya

【 Nuhua mourns, and the heavens weep in unison. It is the only thing a goddess can do to offer comfort before the long journey begins, before one leaves to make peace between two clans so used to war. The droplets fall like years upon a world steeped in history— heavy and yet so fragile — and prayers run into tears like sunshine into rain.

She stands lonesome in a room, adorned in verdant hues, eyes closed and hands clasped. A pair of footsteps echo in the hall, drawing closer and closer. It must be him. Her new personal guard. Her mother had protested while her brother had warned: "Better sleep light." Not even the sacrifice of a daughter could wash away the indelible marks that clung to lands like moss to rotten trees. Suspicion thunders in the background, too far away to annul a wedding but loud enough to cause unease. He is Yurei after all.

And she?

The door opens before her, revealing the shadow of a silent man. 】

She is Qiura.

Or, she is supposed to be.

Shizenya hadn't even noticed him, too lost in a world further away than death. Too busy performing another elegy, this time for someone else than the one who keeps coming back to her. "Issei," words get pressed against the throat. Did you do it? She swallows them. Feels it tearing something inside.

To suspect him is unbearable, her heart an old oak with too many tangled roots leading right back to a flower meadow. But to ignore all the coincidences is unacceptable, her duty grander than one grave. Shizenya looks at her personal guard, searches for something that she knows isn't there: answers. The leader of Qiura holds back a sigh rippling through the soul like water over smooth stones, the slightest brush of emotion lost in its current.

"Let's depart." she murmurs, knowing of the long journey ahead. Her figure passes him then, and she can hear his footsteps following her. Oh how easily they fall back into their fate ordained roles. Perhaps because the Shizu within still clings to her like autumn leaves cling to trees, reluctant to part ways with what once cradled them through seasons past.

And he?

Perhaps he will always be Yurei, trailing her with sword on his hip, ready to cut down enemies.

May that be Shizu or her.

―

Forest calling

by tenno

mood :

time to go..

location :

the palace

outfit:

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interactions :

Issei

tags:

@triples

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