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seasonsrpg2023-03-04 09:37 pm
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Who: Venti, Yuri, Saya, Lumine, and Kantera
What: A moment of respite
When: March 4th
Where: A house at the far edge of Blossomcrown
Warnings: Probably mentions of previous game trauma/violence
[ Venti has always been the type who wanders to the beat of his own drum, dipping in and out of people's lives as easily as the blowing wind. But Tokyo-F . . . changed things, somewhat.
Though his initial instinct had been to sleep under a tree and call it "home," an invitation to live with old friends put a halt to those plans. For starters, it would be protection from the unpredictable weather in the segments. For another, maybe he did get used to having a bed and a room to call "home," in no small part because of the teammates and friends who inhabited it with him. Now that solitary tree feels . . . lonely, in a way it didn't before.
And so here he is, standing at the threshold of a house full of people he loves and trusts, who asked him to stay . . . it makes him feel his age, but not in a bad way, for once. Nor does he feel that nagging urge to disappear into the wind.
Should he catch anyone watching him, the pensive expression dissolves into a smile. ]
Hehe, is this the part where we fight over bedrooms?
What: A moment of respite
When: March 4th
Where: A house at the far edge of Blossomcrown
Warnings: Probably mentions of previous game trauma/violence
[ Venti has always been the type who wanders to the beat of his own drum, dipping in and out of people's lives as easily as the blowing wind. But Tokyo-F . . . changed things, somewhat.
Though his initial instinct had been to sleep under a tree and call it "home," an invitation to live with old friends put a halt to those plans. For starters, it would be protection from the unpredictable weather in the segments. For another, maybe he did get used to having a bed and a room to call "home," in no small part because of the teammates and friends who inhabited it with him. Now that solitary tree feels . . . lonely, in a way it didn't before.
And so here he is, standing at the threshold of a house full of people he loves and trusts, who asked him to stay . . . it makes him feel his age, but not in a bad way, for once. Nor does he feel that nagging urge to disappear into the wind.
Should he catch anyone watching him, the pensive expression dissolves into a smile. ]
Hehe, is this the part where we fight over bedrooms?
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I never explained to you exactly what sort of inhuman I am. The word for my species is Chiropteran, it means bat. The word I use most commonly, because people know it, is vampire, because I survive by drinking blood. I don't love the word, honestly, it invokes too many stories, ideas that I can't go in the sunlight or that I don't have a reflection. But my species is very different than that.
One of the differences is that I hibernate. I get more tired, sleep more and more, until one day I don't wake up. This will happen over the next several months, perhaps a year if I'm very fortunate. Once I enter my Long Sleep, it's decades before I wake. At least twenty-five years, perhaps as many as fifty.
The reason I don't know exactly how long I sleep is that I don't have all my memories. When I wake from my Long Sleep, I have amnesia. I remember nothing of my life before, not even how to speak. I'm reduced to instinct and base impulses.
[ She gives his hand a gentle squeeze. Her long hibernation and amnesia is difficult for her, but it's more so for those around her. She hates that she'll cause everyone around her such pain. ]
I'm trying to find a way to stop myself from sleeping. With the magic in this world, there might be something. But time is short, and I don't know... [ if she can avoid sleeping this time. If she can keep her precious memories and the life she's building. The thought of losing everything again is nearly too much to bear. ]
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You…hibernate? [He questions with a look of skepticism in his tone.] You hibernate for that…that long?
[Normally, time means nothing for an immortal like him. Hell, Rosen can barely notice the flow of time anymore. He’s been alive for centuries now since his defeat by the hands of King Conchobar in this strange twilight between life and death. Yet just the thought of being without Saya for the next twenty to almost fifty years makes him balk in disbelief. It’s shocking, quite shocking since the two of them just forged this relationship between them. Just the sheer thought of losing Saya so suddenly stuns him to his core.
For the first time in a long time, Rosen is absolutely speechless. He sits there for a long time in complete silence, his gaze unreadable. He doesn’t know what to say. It’s such a terrible, terrible surprise.]
You’re going to forget everything? [He finally blurts out after a long uncomfortable silence.] You’re going to forget about all this? All of your friends, and everything you’ve built together with them?
[A pause.]
You’re going to forget me?
[This has to be some sort of sick joke. It has to be! Rosen’s mind is reeling, utterly reeling. This reminds him too much of the curse he has to bear. It reminds him exactly of the curse the Fair Folks placed on him. He stares at Saya for a long while, his gaze searching for any answers she might have for this but he sees none. While there’s a chance they could perhaps forestall her hibernation, Saya speaks as if it's merely the evitable.
It’s enough to make his heart sink.]
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[ Seeing Rosen, the strong and passionate man who swore himself to her, look and sound so despondent is more than she can bear. She lets go of him to cup his face in both of her hands. ]
Listen to me. [ Her head weaves around, ducking if she must, until she forces him to lock his gaze with hers, to take in the pleading yet determined look in her eyes. ]
I'm going to fight it with everything I have. Several otherworlders have offered to help me with it, change my genes permanently so I never hibernate again. Because the last thing I want in the world is to forget you. [ Or anyone else. ]
We'll find a way. [ She can't promise, but she can promise not to give up. So he shouldn't either, not until her eyes shut for the last time. ]
And if we don't, my memories aren't entirely gone forever. If you're there when I wake, some part of me will know you, recognize that you're important to me.
I can't make this okay, but I need you with me. That won't change, not ever.
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He averts his gaze from her, his eyes distant as he tries to think of something he could do to stop this but he's drawing a blank. Rosen is a warrior. The only thing he knows how to do is fight and keep on fighting. However, this is an enemy he can’t exactly win against, nevertheless fight. He lets out a deep sigh as Saya tries to comfort him, doing his best to blink back the tears that threaten to fall.
This isn’t fair. No, not at all. While Saya speaks positively about those who’ve offered to assist her, Rosen knows there’s no guarantee that any of this will work. It’s hypothetical, at best. Even so, it’s better than doing nothing.]
Of course, I’m with you–[He finally whispers as he leans forward to rest his forehead against hers.] Without a doubt.
I just fear that…something might go terribly wrong.
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[ She strokes through his long hair when he leans against her. Her touch gentle but sure. Her other hand resting on his chest, skin against skin, so he'll feel the solidness and warmth of her. That she's still here. ]
I can make no promises that I'll stay awake. What I can promise is that if I do sleep, when I wake up I'll love you all over again. There's no way I could do anything else.
[ Even if he moves on while she's sleeping, some part of her will always have that connection. ]
[ She stretches to slowly, sweetly kiss his mouth. ] Whatever happens, we'll handle it. We can handle anything. So don't mourn me just yet.
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I hope so. [He whispers as he presses lips against hers for a sweet little kiss.] Even if you don’t, I will still love you.
So, I suppose we don’t have anything to worry about.
[Rosen lets out a faint chuckle as he wraps his arms around her. Right now, he doesn’t feel like talking too much. He just wants to hold her in his arms and comfort her. Saya is the only person in the world who matters to him, and he refuses to lose her. The two of them have a strong bond despite only just meeting a month or so ago. It’s a bond he cherishes since Saya seems to be one of the few people who actually understands him.]
We’ll find a way…I’m sure of it.
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[ Hearing that he won't give up on his feeling for her, though, that helps. It helps immensely. She curls forward until she fits easily and comfortably in his arms, her face against his neck. Just breathing, focusing, as if she can will herself to remember this moment. ]
We will. And in the meantime I'd like to spend as much time in your arms as I possibly can.
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He wants to hear her laugh, sing, and cry. Everything that makes her present and alive at this moment. He doesn't care if he comes off as a bit clingy, not while there's a chance he may never get this moment again.]
Of course. [He mumbles affectionately while gently stroking her back.] As if you need to even ask.
[Sorry, Saya but you're stuck with him for a few days, weeks even. He's bound to find every excuse in the book to visit her daily at this point. She'll have to suffer him and his bad cooking too. Kantera gave him a few ideas and he plans on experimenting in the kitchen.]
Until then, what do you like more? Cupcakes or pancakes? [A smile dances across his lips as he glances down at her.] I hear my little queen has a sweet tooth.
[He teases before leaning down to kiss her cheek.]
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[ Her housemates might have other standards, however. She doesn't especially care. Rosen has a place if they start to show signs of the visits wearing on them. And besides, having her husband around is comfortable for her, but she tries to be respectful enough not to be too affectionate with others where he has to watch. ]
[ Saya laughs lightly at the question. ] I like whatever you care to make. But for the sake of making a choice, pancakes.
[ Her fingertips brush his face while he kisses her. Plainly delighted at the affection and that he's going to bake for her. ]
I have a fondness for sweets, yes. And spice, and a number of other things. Don't restrict yourself. [ Surely this won't backfire! (She'll love it regardless, it takes a lot for her not to find food delicious, and if it was literal garbage she'd still eat it and love it because Rosen made it for her.) ]
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[Rosen announces with a jovial chuckle while snuggling his face into her short locks. He'll shower her with as much affection and love as she wants. If she doesn't want it, he'll do something else. As much as he adores Saya, he still has his pride. Rosen is typically a loner. So, if she commands him to leave her be--he will. Until then, he's grateful for the chance to make some beautiful memories with her.]
Though, I want to make enough for your friends and husband to enjoy.
[That means he’s going to need a lot of eggs, tons of butter, milk, and patience. Rosen is severely lacking on the latter part but he’s going to do his best. Nevertheless, he thinks that would be the best way to enjoy the rest of their day together. They both need something to lift their spirits after that bombshell. The best way to not fret about sad news is to keep busy.]
Spice too? Well, that gives me the chance to test out this one spicy cheese ramen recipe I saw online…
[He probably could ask around about finding other recipes to try. Hijikata seems to know a bit about food, so many he’ll ask him. That is until he finds out about the man’s mayo obsession.]
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I'm sure that would make everyone very happy. [ Saya said, speaking entirely for herself and not accounting for Rosen not being good at this, necessarily. At least she'll clean the kitchen. ]
I'd love to try anything you make.