#⊰ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ║ answered asks ⊱

[devouthope-a]

‘ how many hearts do you hold in your own ? ’

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How many…? That, perhaps, depends on how she opts to inerpert that question–— in a more literal sense, perhaps, she could claim to holding a few trhough her over time, the influence she has left one people.

( Would she like to be able to lay claim to such, in actuality? Perhaps, in another lifetime, a girl not as soft as she— some people, she knows, would gladly claim everything if they could. But hearts are such precious, fragile things, she knows that very well, she is not a possessive thing; and if nothing else, she does not deserve to hold onto such, no person does. She is soft and tender and if she is to be truthful— she is not even certain she holds her own on some days ).

A hand reaches up to touch her chest absently, head dipping slightly, smile tender ( if not, a tad bit melancholic ). “Just one.”

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[devouthope-a]

[ lean and calm. ]

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[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together .    /   [ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

There’s a hitch in her breath, she can’t breathe, she wants to say; it is such a small thing to ask and yet, it does not seem so easy to do. She feels so small and weak, tucked into the other’s side, lithe little fingers clinging onto her because she needs some sort of anchor right now, something to hold onto and feel real.

( It’s such a silly thing to get worked up over, isn’t it? She has her moments too, where she cannot be as positive as she likes, where she scares and finds herself in tears and upset over something that doesn’t even exist, just a ghost of a thought, a possibility. When she reminds herself that, it’s a little easier to find the light once again ).

Breathe. That is still not easy, small breathes that comes and goes, there’s an apology that lingers in her throat and dies on her tongue; lip wavering, a soft noise that doesn’t quite come out as any clear words, a bit more like an appreciative sentiment that settles in her soul ( and with that, she knows hope will come to her again once more ).

[devouthope-a]

❀ except she just made a flower crown because she doesn't know how to braid hair

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“Ooooooh.” She can’t help the awed sound that falls from her lips, a soft coo as she admires the flowers that now adorn her head, a nod of approval to herself as she fluffs up the ends of her bangs. So pretty, that for a moment, Ahiru really does think that she could be a princess— a thought that gets voiced, a moment of simple minded bliss. “Aaahhh, it’s so pretty… I almost feel like I really am a princess.”

Almost is a key word, one that saddens her— princess is a title that she does not have any right to claim, just out of reach; she is not nearly elegant or graceful enough to be one in truth (and what business would a duck have, being a princess? None, none at all.) That’s a depressing thought, and save for the slight quiver of her lips, manages to save face and not seem too upset outwardly; that would be the last thing she wants, instead beaming up at the other as her fingers brush against petals gently. “Heehee, well, that might be too hard to achieve… maybe I could become a knight like you, though!” Or maybe not, since she’s not got the strength for that kind of thing (there’s no need for another knight in the story either), but the thought at least brings a smile to her face. 

“But, oh— thank you for the gift, it’s so pretty, an’, and… oh, I said that already, didn’t I? Ooops! But I’ll treasure it forever, promise!” 

[devouthope-a]

❀ ( from Rue bcs we need more of them

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Ahiru wishes that this moment could last for this like forever.

…Well, forever might be an overstatement, because she’d miss ballet, and more importantly— Mytho, she’d miss Mytho and she was sure Rue’d miss Mytho, and she still had Mytho counting on her, waiting on Tutu to finish restoring his heart. It is more precise to say that she wishes that this kind of peace could last forever.

(In the back of her mind, she can hear Fakir scolding her for mingling with their ‘enemy’, how she was dumb for falling for what could’ve been a trap— but no; that was not here or now. She could never consider Rue, kind and gentle Rue her enemy; even if that sentiment was not reciprocated, even if Kraehe would always insist that she was not Rue. But she’d always be Rue to her, Ahiru would hold to that, if nothing else.)

“Rue-chan, if you braid my hair, do you think you it’ll make it as pretty as yours?” Not that she finds her own hair particularly ugly, it’s just a lot more messy, in her mind, abrasive to the eyes unlike Rue’s dark hair. It’s the first time she’s spoken in a while, more occupied with the task in her hands than trying to make much conversation— she’s sure the other girl has been thankful for her silence, compared to how chattery she usually is. “‘Cause your hair is really pretty! I’m jealous of it…” She’s exaggerating a little, a pout on her lips; and as she finishes the task at hand, she spins around— she forgets about the fact her hair was being braided (and has surely been ruined by such a harsh movement, if the protest Rue makes is anything to go off of), but little is deterring her from her current goal.

Her own collection of flowers have been weaved into what can be called her best attempt at a flower crown, a wide grin as she places it on the other’s head with care. “There! Now you look extra pretty, like a real princess should, Rue-chan! …Do you like it?” And as Ahiru beams at the other girl, she once again finds herself wishing for their peace to last— it will not, but she will cling to happy memories while she can. 

[devouthope-a]

❀

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She’s a little surprised, if she’s being honest about it— it’s not that he doesn’t strike her as the type to be able to braid or anything like that. It’s not anything like that (Ahiru would like to think she isn’t that shallow), she’s noticed the way his hands shake and the hesitation when it comes to even the smallest touches that she greets him with; rather, such is the reason why she tries to hold back from her usual self, waits for him to move at his own pace.

This, in her mind, is a bigger victory than most things she’s accomplished in her life, so she can’t help but giggle and grin a little as she sits patiently— well, as patiently as she can be, quiet save for the soft hums under her breath, and nothing more than that so she doesn’t get on his nerves. It’s not bad to be quiet, she rationalizes, if it means that they can spend time like this; give him some reprise of peace. She may not know what goes on in his life, but even someone as ditzy as Ahiru can connect the dots, figure out the way he acts has to do with something that has happened in his life— if even for a moment, she can offer some sort of relief, that is enough for her (and so, she will be on her best behavior, happily noting the way that for once, there seems to be a certainty in the movement in his hands, no wavering unease present as her hair is worked into a nice braid of some sort).

There’s only elation when she gets to see the end result, tucked into a nice bun with the flowers that they’d gathered earlier— it’s without thinking that she throws herself around to wrap her arms around him, just a hint of tears in her eyes as she beams up at him. “It’s—! It’s so pretty, not that I didn’t think you’d make it look nice or anything like that, but it’s just... I’m very happy with it! Thank you so much!” She takes a moment to pause, blink the tears out of her eyes, voice softening a bit. “I really... I really do love it, so... thank you.”

[devouthope-a]

❝ Only the man who has known freedom can define his prison. ❞ // from corrin!

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She considers this for a moment, a frown tugging her lips down— surely, that is true, but wouldn’t people never knowing freedom feel confined too? Then again, she supposes that required one to realize their freedom is being limited in the first place; a person such as she would perhaps never be able to recognize that fact.

“That’s… kind of lonely, isn’t it? Because, surely the person knowing freedom and not would have different ideas of what a prison is like, but they would know what a prison is all the same?” Ahiru’s not very good when it comes to speaking on such subjects, and thus it comes with hesitancy when she does speak. “I think… even if their prisons are very different from one another, they’re both real! And however they feel about that emotionally, it’s still valid! Even if, in a sense, one of them is kind of privileged, they… they still suffered in the end, didn’t they?”

[devouthope-a]

‘ sometimes people just want to be happy, even if it’s not real. ’ //from darling!

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Ahiru falters for a moment— she is sure she can be proven guilty of the same, she who likes to linger in positive emotions, and she knows of one who would accuse her of being almost delusional in her dreams. That is who she is, in the end, all hopes and wishes and dreams; she acknowledges with a small dip of her head.

“Everyone has the right to that. Being happy, being sad… we all want to be able to express our emotions freely. That’s such a beautiful thing, isn’t it?” Her lip wavers for a brief moment, before raising her head back up. “But who has the right to say if it’s not real? If it’s real to you, is that not enough?” And, after a moment’s thought, she adds on, “An.. And anyways, it’s no fun thinking like that, right?”

[devouthope-a]

❝We forbid growth and therefore decay.❞ (Muninn)

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Her brows furrow a bit, as much as she might try to understand, there are some things that just don’t quite make sense to her; pausing to take a moment to try and seem thoughtful about it. Was it really that bad to not grow? Sure, that might make you stagnant, but… couldn’t there be benefits there too? Not many, mind you, because Ahiru certainly could name more positive associations with growth, but there was always something good in everything. Or, so she’d like to think, anyhow.

“But, but…! That isn’t completely true, right? It’s true that not allowing growth isn’t good for people, but that doesn’t mean the worst. Not if we don’t let it, anyways. Decay can be resisted, can’t it?”

[devouthope-a]

“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”

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“Is it wrong that I do…? ‘Cause… I mean, I guess, it might sound a little silly, yeah, but… I dunno, it’d be nice if everything worked out really well!” Is that— naive? Will people mock her for believing in such a pure ideal? Perhaps, but since when has that mattered to her? Never ( okay, almost never ), so she’ll persist. “I mean, I’m not doing this for me, you know? I’ve always been trying to do this for Mytho, and he deserves that much, so... I wanna hope in a good outcome— for everyone else too!”

[devouthope-a]

💏 + 11 ( from momiji ~ )

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11. …in joy.

Like a sunny sky, her smile is always present— even during the dark times, amongst a rainy season (her lip may quiver and falter among tears, but her smile will return, with time).

These days, she can’t help but think herself so helplessly weak, a mouthful of struggles she can’t voice— who would understand? Who could she speak to without worry of weighing them down too? Like this, Ahiru feels like she could be drowning in her negativity, and on days like that, she suddenly feels like she might be able to understand how people, those victims, felt. But hope— hope, it lives in her soul and shines through every essence of her being, reminds her that tomorrow may be a kinder day, that one day, her efforts will be worth it (and that, while she might not be so fond of such negative emotions, they are important too, so she will live through them, if only to bring back the happier ones with extra strength).

Some days, reminders come in more gentle forms, with smiles as warm as her own and soft voices that don’t quite believe her when Ahiru says she’s fine and her voice waveringly gives her away, but she will not say what weight lives in her heart, so they are at an impasse. Reminders come in smiles and kindness and company and leaves her with laughter and her heart feeling light, a hatching in flight— and for a moment, she can forget about the problems weighing her down, the conflict she will have to force herself to face, and instead just live, live and breathe and smile.

“Thank you.” She says at the end of the day, and he laughs— and she wonders if that is a you’re welcome, or a for what, both or neither. It is without much thought when she leans up and in to press her lips against his cheek, giggle bubbling from her lips as Ahiru pulls back (it is a gesture of happiness, a thank you, an attempt for words she doesn’t know how to voice). And with that, she rocks back on her feet, another step back, hand already raised in farewell.

“See you next time, Momiji-chan!”

[devouthope-a]

“You’re hiding a painful burden.”

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Is she— Is she really that easy to read? Her usual beaming smile falters, a bit taken back; she doesn’t really know how to respond to something like that. People don’t usually say something like that— she doesn’t know what’s an appropriate response.

The truth, perhaps— that is usually the most fitting answer, even if it is not one she really wants to say. A half truth then, maybe. “Aren’t most burdens painful? You don’t call them burdens if they don’t cause you some sort of grievance!” Her smile is back by now, sweetly, as she peers up at the other. “But I’m not hiding any kind of burden!”

[devouthope-a]

“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”

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There’s a pause at the accusation— an innocent inquiry, perhaps, but it feels much more like a dagger cutting at her and she visibly flinches at those words. She wants to protest, she does; there’s an indignant noise that follows, but it is silent for several moments, for it is hard for her to argue when she knows better.

“It’s not.. I-I’m not… You don’t—” It’s a jumbled mess of half sentences that make it out of her mouth. She knows she doesn’t need to defend herself, if she doesn’t want to— that it’s okay to accept the truth, because is that not what Tutu would do? It is, and while she can admit that there is plenty of advice she will give as Tutu that she won’t quite accept herself, she thinks this is one such case where she would benefit from taking that advice.

Resolved, her hands clutch up in small fists, tone soft when she finally speaks. “M-Maybe I am scared, but…. but there’s nothing wrong with that! What’s so bad about fearing a thing or two? I might be afraid of being a-alone, but, but… as long as everyone else is happy, it’s okay. I’m okay with being alone if that’s the case, because… I can always find more people, make new friends. They shouldn’t have to be unhappy just because I want them to stay with me.” And it is as simple as that— she refuses to let her insecurities cause anyone else unhappiness.

[devouthope-a]

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Braids!! I feel like these gals could absolutely be the kind to do each other’s hair and help each other out with styling it, etc.; Ahiru would probably adopt ribbons into her style upon suggestion.

I think Ahiru would also have a very protective instinct towards her that borderlines being respectful towards her. It isn’t that she doesn’t think Homura couldn’t protect herself or needs someone to protect her, it’s the way she caries herself that makes her want to keep her close. Ahiru’s not really much of a fighter herself, so when she does see Homura fight is what really seals her respect for her.

As a follow up!! I think she’d get worried about her a lot too, since being a magical girl is a risky business, so I think Ahiru would try and keep in contact a lot. Maybe not on a daily basis, since even worried Ahiru is still a forgetful child; but even just little messages from time to time.

[devouthope-a]

"Here, these are for you – I bought a few boxes." A hand would hold out a brightly colored box: Band-Aids in pastel colors, decorated with animals (mostly bears, some birds). "Just in case of something happening."

Unsurprisingly, this is received with a small smile; a gift well meant, but one she knows will probably be used sooner rather than later, given her recklessness and… general clumsiness. Though, she wants to pout a bit too, one box would’ve probably sufficed (but maybe she should’ve been more careful the other day)— but she is easy to distract, cooing at the different designs. “Oooh, these are really cute! Thank you! Usually I would say I’ll put these to good use, but, uhm… I’ll try to not need to use them too soon!”

There’s a moment before a thought occurs to her, scrambling to open one of the boxes, pulling a bandage from the box. “Here!” Ahiru says, placing one in the palm of his hand; mimicking him. “For whatever might happen, but try to stay safe anyways, okay?” Despite the fact that, somehow, she has the feeling that his wounds weren’t as easy to solve as a bandage— she hopes, at the very least, the gesture is comforting to him.

[devouthope-a]

❀

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Baby blue eyes watch her senior curiously— Seo is not someone she would say she knows closely (being in different disciplines), but even if she didn’t know her, she thinks it’d be hard to not be aware of someone with such a loud personality. Not a bad thing to be known for, certainly, though she would think it’s a shame how certain things get picked on as part of gossip that goes on, especially less complimentary things but; that is just how things go, she may not like it, but she has no say in that. 

“You’re really talented, aren’t you, Seo-san?” Which might be an understatement, but is only spoken with polite admiration, appraising her with a clasp of her hands— as someone who feels like they aren’t good at very much at all, someone who can take on a multitude of things is a person she finds to be an inspiration (granted, with envy too, but she tries to focus on positive factors). A bit too big of a dream to aspire for, perhaps, but that does not stop her from wanting to dream at all; it may mean being met with disappointment, but if she has at least made an attempt, then she’ll be happy with herself. “I’m a little surprised ‘cause you’re always running around with the sports clubs, aren’t you? It’s really cool that you’re so diverse!”