#[ pushes ais aside to play with starking and moon hime 🥺 ]

[nazorneku]

TAKIYASHA HIME ( @kinpatatsu ) INQUIRED OF SUSABI: “ —— so , we are both reborn in the wake of disaster, “ arms fold beneath bust & silverette pushes out a sigh. “ … we’re stronger for it now , though ! “

Oft the celestial divinity segregated self from cities abuzz with activity, humans hastened to attend to mundane tasks, which were deemed rather repetitious and undeserving of his watchful gaze, yet no company of own kin was sought-for either. For centuries he remained whilst and solitary in his purposeful vigilance, cradling the inner anguish inflictd by those no longer amongst the living, nevertheless the bygone days could not be expunged from the memory of the eternal.

Albeit light were her steps, the company of the female was anticipated by the prophet with practiced ease. Along the myriad of sparks following the innate elegance of gestures of his hands, a star cloud cloth enveloped the surrounding area, beckoning into its realm, secluded and agreeable for a conversation to avoid undesirable attention. The crystal blue optics narrowed at the shimmering fabric of the crafted anew reality, her every stride and the slightest motion begat ripples across its surface, constructing innumerable possibilities in how their dialogue would unfold, yet the man patiently awaited for Takiyasha Hime to select her own route of destiny.

Upon vocalized words the serenity of his image was eclipsed instantaneously by overwhelming sadness, the event of which she spoked compelled old wounds to bleed ichor, not divine but bitter and vile. Gloved hands dropped the astrolabe and it burst into a multitude of stars, such a magnificent sight of the birth of a nebula, yet the glint was dark, as if imitating the dismal thoughts weighting down upon man's mind. "I wonder—" A lone musing escaped his lips, a nonchalant wonderment, a not formed inquiry towards self. Scarcely the lunar seer considered own death as an omen of resurgence or awakening of power. Forced, unwilling, brutal. No divine benevolence marked his rebirth, and the one who reemerged was broken, embittered and resentful, completely devoid of youthful merriment.

The silence lingered between the two, as Susabi scrupulously familiarized self with her fate and trials that accompanied her prior to that very moment, a chuckle was suppressed within his throat as one particular and utterly distinct similarity with the thunderer patterned their conduct - insurmountable recklessness in the face of peril, when they possessed something worthy of protection. And for an instant his icy gaze softened, permitting a vague comment to slip. "The most absurd and reckless aspirations sometimes lead to extraordinary success." There was no reference to a specific occurrence from the past or future, but a few words open to personal interpretation.