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( open, may catch all ) you and i were fireworks going off too soon

Who: You and the Green Zelda! Fourth wall characters are welcome!
When: Through out Maiurill
Where: Around!
What: May catch all! Birch tree tapping, sword antics, river cleaning. I might update with more open prompts as the month goes along!
Warnings: I will update if anything comes up!

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Edited 2020-05-08 00:30 (UTC)

[ Snow melts away finally as spring emerges, but she does not come in vibrant, lush greens and pops of color. Spring splits the snow, showing the mud and dirt beneath the surface, and this is reflected in so many ways as the warm weather settles in. The river's filth is revealed to more than just those water dwelling peoples, and the streams run wider than before. She misses the cries of the ice shifting beneath lakes in Aefenglom, but with the arrival of Spring is a special time.

The forest is home to many things and people and there are remnants of this through out it. On this particular excursion to wherever it is you are going, the path is marked with several strange contraptions hooked up to birch trees. A knife wedged into the bark, a tap sunk into it at an angle, and a bucket collecting the clear liquid that seeps from it. There are multiple set ups like this, at least ten in total if you bother to count. By the last one, deepest in the woods, you'll find that the culprit is a girl with blond hair and long, long ears.

The approach of someone else gets her to look from her work, and ladle in hand, she stops scooping the sap from the bucket to look at you. ]

...Beautiful day, isn't it?

[ Blue skies, just enough warmth for some long sleeved but light. The sun breaks the cold chill so easily. She tilts the spoon, and the water-like liquid splashed into a clear bottle. ] If you're looking for town, it's a few miles back. West, if you'd like a more scenic route. [ She corks the bottle, and straps it into a wagon, already full of similar bottles. ]

Of course, it's a bit longer. You might be strapped for time by now if you'd like to avoid the nighttime out here. The moon's growing, but not enough to illuminate everything yet, you know.

[ There is a witch's cabin in the woods.

This is not strange, truthfully. Zelda imagines she has neighbors, but she hasn't met them. She should likely make a point of saying hello at some point. After discovering Dantes, too, lives in an abandoned structure, she had considered the reality that she probably was not the only one in the Wilde. This possibility struck her in the morning, when she awoke to find several bottles of birch tree sap missing from her stash.

In the afternoon, the possibility of someone breaking and entering is something that keeps her on edge, though she mitigates it with work. With the snow thawing, there are all manner of things on her lawn that require removal and burning. The bonfires gave her the idea, and she intends to light up the pile of rotten branches and trash that she's accrued.

But she's on edge, listening intently.

From behind, she is a small girl dressed in a flowing skirt that sways with each movement of her body, the blouse she wears loose, as well. As footsteps grow louder, however...

She swivels, and reveals a rapier in her hand.

An eagle eyed swordsmaster might note her posture is quite wrong, so truthfully, she poses little to no threat. ]

May I help you?

[ Her expression is hard, eyes narrowed. ]

[ She has a growing pile of shards of glass by the river.

It had started with one striking piece, a lagoon blue thing that glinted a pretty mint color when the sunlight caught it, and then she had found something that looked maroon at the edges but pink in the center. And then an hour later, skin pruning, Zelda realizes she has a pile quite remarkable in it's own right. Even when she's helping do something rather mundane in nature, she's exploring.

Perhaps it's that pile that catches your attention.

Just as likely, however, is that Zelda catches your attention when she shouts and goes headlong into the river. ]

Did you see that?

[ When her head pokes back up, hair stuck to her face, she pushes it behind and she gazes up with a laugh and grin. ] Rainbow, I thought I saw... How incredible. Perhaps a rare trout?

[ Suddenly, fishing does sound fun.

You know, for studying purposes. ]

[ The bonfires grow a little bigger with each item tossed into them. As a ritual, she can see the point of burning something: releasing it into the world, it's essence scorched into ashes. It's purification, in some cultures, and she can respect that. Less respectful, she finds, is the use of drink to make one more open to the idea. Though Zelda takes the drink shoved into her hand, she immediately tries to give it back. The woman refuses, and she settles into her seat to watch the flames grow higher still with a sour tilt to her lips. ]

...As far as a celebration goes, [ She starts slowly, ] I can see the use of spirits alike to... well, lift them, too. [ She sighs. ] Regardless, it's useless to ply me with alcohol. I have little I would look to burn.

[ She looks to Ventus, curious. ]

And I suppose you've found yourself here by sheer force of another's will, as well? [ Joking. She's joking. He's probably here to celebrate the beginning of hot weather, too. ]

Woah!

[Roxas has been helping clean the river nearby, and didn't notice Zelda was here until she calls out. It's a bit of a surprise, the sudden shout and splashing of someone running into the river!]

[But when she pokes her head back, he blinks at her... before letting out a chuckle, smiling at her.]

A trout? That's a kind of fish, right?

[she floats through the air, gliding among the trees in the Wilde without much thought to it. this world, strange and new, and she had said nothing when they asked for this or that. to her, it is a dream, her spirit off to another world while her true form rested. time and space mattered little, only an ongoing tapestry woven by innumerable actions, the ever present song of life and goodness persevering.

when she sees the house, it is only curious to her. yet still, there is a sound, as a rabbit that was feeding on some grass flees as her shadow comes nearer, darting away back into the brush as if pursued. too skittish, while she bears utterly no malice. that someone is coming nearer is evident from their own footsteps, and when she sees that face...

it would be impossible to mistake. she and yet not she, changed in ways that subtly speak to time. another? one from another place, or down the line? Fi couldn't say, and her theories would take up time. instead, to see Zelda, she gives a bow in the air, cloak fluttering a touch in the breeze.]

Your Grace.

[ Ever a curious girl, she tilts her head at him. She stands there, against the rocky flooring, and moves her hair out of her face. ]

Yes, that is right.

[ How to ask this... ]

Have you never seen one?

[ Perhaps he's a city boy! ]

[ It is foolish to raise a sword to the very one that had saved your kingdom. It is foolish to draw your weapon when the Master Sword is before you. Though she lacks a master, she is given voice and form in kind. The Master Sword shows herself to Zelda, a sore thumb against the backdrop of slowly blossoming trees, steely blue and translucent silver against neutral tones of the forest. She bows, inclines her head, takes a knee before her.

Your Grace, says she. She isn't wrong, Zelda thinks. With her father gone, she is the rightful ruler of Hyrule. She is, despite herself, Hyrule's Queen. Does the Master Sword know this? She is an ancient being, timeless and powerful. ]

I have no kingdom to rule in this land. You may rise.

[ That voice is so familiar. She would know it anywhere. The twinkling nature of it, mechanical, man-made, but with something kind beneath it. In this form, she can hear it even clearer: Link is not here to wield the Sword.

She knows it. Feels it in her bones. Her blood and soul would know it, for her own bond with the Sword stretches aeons... if the legends are true.

The rapier is sheathed. ]

How did you find me?

[ Agreeing to let him stay as he wished in her cabin had been a quick and easy decision. She had told him once before that her home was as his, and he was welcome to it anytime. The point of giving him a key was just that. On her way from work, she leaves him a message that she was going to the market, a quick trip for eggs since she had run out in the morning, and the pair of them eventually walk along a worn path from the city to the forest. It seems to grow darker as time passes by, and it seems like a lifetime ago that he had saved her life. Still, with Nier, she feels little fear.

When they get home, she stokes the fire to life. It's an easy trick now, an old hat. He already has a set of clothing left out on her bed; something neutral and a bit warm, but she had imagined it wouldn't be of much concern to him, of all people. ]

Have you had pine tea before?

[ She'd gathered some that morning, after retrieving each of her taps from the birch trees. There's a rather sizable amount of them tucked away in the kitchen, and a few bottles left out on the counter tops as she considers what to do with them. ]

It might be a little warm for it tonight, but I thought it would be relaxing.

[ A beat. ]

But, in truth... I have something I wish to show you.

Edited 2020-05-09 06:10 (UTC)

[ it had been a difficult request to make — but he had little intention of hoarding space when cloud was in dire need of it, or infringing on his father’s (and yonah’s, by extension; looking at her proved to be painful. more painful than he could have expected.)

in spite of everything, it’s a normal day for them. he finds comfort in the fields, at her side, musing over even the smallest of things. he follows her into their cabin and seats himself at the counter. ]

It’s okay, you don’t have to— [ and she does anyways. childishly, he blows and huffs at the steam rising off of his cup. ]

I haven’t. I don’t usually drink tea...

[ and then his ears perk up. ]

What is it?

You have been under a great amount of stress, Nier. [ Waving a hand, she dismisses his refusal. ] The pines will rot otherwise. It would be a waste.

[ It's not the most delicious tea, admittedly. Still, it tastes like home, if you're the sort to enjoy the woods. ]

When you're done, I'll be in the yard behind the cabin.

[ Near the lake, as it were. As she puts her boots back on at the door, she turns to him, and motions with such conviction that her ears flop. Just a little. ]

But not a moment sooner than you are done!

Ah...?

[ it all happens so quickly — how is he expected to drink his tea when she’s left him with such a riveting mystery? well, maybe if he drinks it quickly enough...

he’s a vampire. the heat shouldn’t bother him, right?

so, he chugs his cup, and a flash of warmth pulsates across his tongue. it’s definitely...jarring, but not painful. the flavor is reminiscent of the forest, of leaves and wood. with his cheeks full, he swallows it down in a single motion.

anyways.

after a readjustment of his greaves, he’s quick to pursue her. ]

Hey!

Edited 2020-05-09 06:47 (UTC)

[ It may not be a full moon but it is bright with silver rays from her, and blades of grass are just barely dewy from the sudden drop in temperature. Where the sun brought warmth, in the evenings, still, there is just a barely there chill. The ground is just soft enough from the thawing of spring still that walking outdoors makes the ground sink beneath your feet, and as he goes off in search of Zelda, he'll see wisps of her long hair disappearing into the backyard. Frogs are croaking, there's a low hum of cicadas, and the brooks are babbling their secrets.

Upon turning the corner, he'll see Zelda kneeling in the dirt, surely dirtying her dress with mud. ]

I followed your example, [ she says after a moment, looking over her shoulder at him. It's hard to miss the way she blushes from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. ] It may not be exact, but it is what I saw in that dream we shared a few months ago.

[ She leans to the side. ]

[ There, in the dirt, center of a flurry of pink and white lilies and a few other breeds of flowers, is a lunar tear.

...Or approximation of one. ]

It's a great deal more difficult to crossbreed flowers than I thought. They do not always mix as you think they will, and the beginning of Spring can be quite difficult on them... one particularly cold night was all I needed to undo my progress entirely.

[ She pauses, then turns to look at him. ]

If you'd like, I can apply the method again and grow a few more.

[ through the blades of grass and the sound of her voice, it’s recognizable — the lunar tear. just as celestial and radiant as he last remembered, each and every petal dripping with memories he had kept tucked away in the crevices of his heart.

he doesn’t respond. steadily ambling towards the flower as though he were a ghost, nier crouches to cup it in the palms of his hands, careful to not pluck it as his fingers run over its petals. ]

...Yonah would want to see this.

[ he’s thinking of her, of course. she’s here, even if the laws of the universe have declares that impossible. it wouldn’t matter, even if it was. he would still think of her. ]

When I was young, she ran away from home once...to go find a lunar tear. She got into a lot of trouble — almost died...she thought it would cure her if she wished hard enough...

[ he doesn’t look at her as he speaks. ]

I grew them for her...and for Kainé, too. I thought that when we saw each other again, I could welcome her home with a lunar tear...

I never got to give her one. Maybe...

[ nier rises to his feet in a sudden movement. slowly, he pivots towards zelda. the expression on his face is inexplicable, equal parts sorrowful and amiable, clearly at some kind of standstill. ]

The lunar tear doesn’t grant wishes.

[ and then a smile furls along his lips, gentle and kind. ]

But it brought me something irreplaceable — something I couldn’t have wished for.

Thank you.

[ That girl, she thinks, takes after him. He is her brother, so it is expected. Perhaps the two of them take after their father. All the same, she finds it difficult to believe that Yonah had not learned such behavior from Nier; he's a man of doing, not saying. She can see why his younger sister would feel a desire to run off and try to find a way to cure herself. ]

She sounds like you, Nier.

[ She says it softly, like a gentle suggestion. In truth, she imagines... losing her must have been like losing a child. She can hardly imagine. She hopes, silently, that he will take this time to make his peace with her. She imagines he will not, but that does not quash her hopes for him.

He did, she thinks, get to see Kaine again. But... the lingering question of a lunar tear is there. She knew, of course, that this flower was something special to him, in some way. She had no idea how much of his life it was present for, however. ]

Perhaps, if you'd like... they can visit tomorrow? [ A gentle suggestion, one that she poses with hesitation and care. ] Or I can send it to her. If you'd like.

[ A beat. ]

Whatever you like.

[ She follows him to her feet, standing and revealing that, indeed, she's covered herself in mud. She'll have to shed her dress soon enough, but she thinks little of it. As soon as she realizes what she's done, he smiles.

He smiles.

That alone is enough for her. There is something about it, she thinks, that seems heartfelt and sweet, like realization has struck him in such a way he can't contain it. Neither of them are particularly communicative, and the bond does help for that. Still, she thinks from the way he smiles and looks at her, she'd know. She returns it, smiling with all the love she has in her heart, which is full to bursting. The blush has since faded, contentment spreading across her face instead.

If he likes it that much, she'll grow a whole field of them. Just for him. ]

Perhaps the flowers themselves are not necessary for a wish, no... [ But they help. She knows this, because even if he says that, she grew each of these flowers with the hopes of seeing that smile. It is selfish of her, but is it wrong to do things for your own interest? Making him happy seems near impossible at times, so these smiles are her world.

She thinks she wants to kiss him or hold his hand, but she settles for clasping her hands together at her chest. ]

And what, do tell, would that be? I am all ears.

We’re different. [ he corrects her, or at least he thinks he is. ] Yonah couldn’t hurt a fly, even if she tried...

[ but at the mention of the flowers, his eyes flicker down and harden, features now pensive. ]

...I’ll think on it.

[ and he takes a step forward, closer towards her. nier’s hands gradually settle into her waist, his grip slack enough that she can pull back if she so chooses, but relentless enough that there’s meaning to it. ]

...Ah, well...

[ she knows the answer. they both know this. still, the blush manages to somehow dust his cheeks, and his eyes dart away before he meets her gaze in full. ]

You, of course.

[ Perhaps not her smartest move, she admits, but there is a part of her that wishes for him to find that peace still. She leaves the subject wherever it may fall, but decides for now that unless urgent, she need only give him... herself, for the moment. How bold of her.

So when he leans in, taking her by the waist, Zelda allows herself one thing. She places her hands over his chest and stands on her toes, soles sinking a little more into the dirt. She inhales forest air and sees the way he blushes. Hard to miss with that vampiric complexion, it is.

She doesn't kiss him. Still. Perhaps it's shyness or perhaps it's the fact they haven't kissed outside physical intimacy. She just leans into him, touches him and takes in his words. She knows. She knows what it is and yet her cheeks burn when he says it, she looks away and she feels... giddy. Ecstatic. Elated and floating, she can't meet his gaze for a moment so she leans back and takes in the sight of the sisters in the sky. ]

This time of year is so beautiful.

[ A moment passes as she grounds herself. She readies herself to look at him again, if only because she wants to see his smile again.

She tucks a strand of silver hair behind his ear, still smiling. ] The flowers and the frogs and the rivers thawing... Not to mention, we will see the onset of summer soon and with that comes the fireflies, as well.

[ Her hand comes back to rest on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. ] I understand, [ she says, like she wants to say more. And this time, it is a little more perfect, a little more ideal. Still, Zelda practices it in her head, imagining herself saying it over and over.

Goddesses help her if he can hear it and the million ways she says it to herself, how she could have never wished for him either, but she would call him as much now. ]

But I must tell you this. It is not the lunar tear that brought me to you.

[ She wants to cradle his face in her hands, to look him in the eyes and say it. ]

Your heart is what called out to me. You alone had that.

[ She says the next best thing, she supposes, that he would have her no matter the circumstances and of that she is sure. ]

[ nier has always been of action than words, even if he had been one to offer comfort in the hardest of moments. that’s why he listens to her intently, eyes flitting down to glance at her hands. the press of her skin against him is warm, like a faint glow that seeps through his chest. he follows her gaze as she looks towards the sky — and he waits until she meets his own again, placid when she tucks his hair behind his ear.

it’s simple, really, what happens next. there is a great deal he could say. but it would be fruitless when he could simply lean in and press his lips to hers, drawing her into a kiss while his hands squeeze at her waist, gently pulling her closer.

it’s unlike the others they’ve shared, in a way. maybe it’s more self aware in what it is, or maybe the truth is harder to deny right now. he does it anyways, and she’s sweet on his tongue, making it all the more difficult to part from her.

so selfishly, he does not. ]

[ Saber prefers to take her excursions out into the woods to see nature and maybe allow herself a chance to vent the restless energy that has seemed to follow her since her arrival. Maybe it's her lot as a 'monster'. Besides, it's spring. She can take some time to appreciate the natural beauty of those lands still unaffected by the touch of corruption (at least for now). The winding path has taken her through the trees and it's not until she notices the strange contraptions that she pauses curiously to examine them. Some sort of harvesting operation? She doesn't know - but this certainly hasn't been here before.

She follows them into the woods until she spies a familiar flash of blond hair. Her new wings - well, new as of last month - spread slightly behind her as she comes weaving slowly through the trees. ]

It certainly is that, Zelda.

[ She shades her eyes and glances at the device she's working on. ]

Why are you collecting sap?

Not in person, no.

[Sure he knows of Sora’s life on Destiny Islands, but Roxas is indeed a city boy!]

I didn’t even think about the fish that might be in there.

[ Truthfully, Felix is just surprised that she heard him at all—he's been observing from a distance, trying to gauge whether the quarry he's chasing ended up here or moved on. Somehow, he doesn't think it's her. ]

No. Just tracking something that came through here.

[ It's barely even an explanation, but Felix has never been particularly verbose. Simple question, simple answer.

His eyes sweep to the rapier, and then down to the placement of her feet, which is where they seem to stick the longest before he snorts quietly. ]

...Hope you weren't planning on fighting anyone with a stance like that.

Edited 2020-05-10 01:51 (UTC)

[ Her head tilts and her eyes close before their lips meet because she already knows what he's doing. In truth, communication between them happens in between the lines, where they try to guess how long until one of them surrenders. This time, Nier leans into her first, and she welcomes him. Arms over his shoulders, she pulls herself up as much as possible to close the distance. It's satisfying, this kiss, like the perfect crescendo in a song. The strings are playing and she smells the forest and Nier, something like soap and hard work with a touch of dirt. He lives among plants, she remembers, his bedroom full of them. So she kisses him soft and curious, testing to see how far in she can go before she pulls him closer. After all, he's taller than her. It'd be easier for him to close the distance!

But as she does, as she pulls him a little closer (carefully, by the arms, she dares not pull from anywhere else) she feels herself step back a bit to arch up, up, up into him and she laughs against his lips. Now she understands why they do this horizontally, usually.

She takes another step back and the heel of her boot catches on a rock's smooth surface.

So they go down with a shout, collapsing into the lake behind her cabin; and as the cold water hits her Zelda remembers standing here and praying to Hylia again and again and again, and his voice, as it has been for months now, calling out to her. How strange, now, to fall into this pool with him in her arms, mouths pressed together in a kiss as she tries her hardest to never let go.

So she laughs and rolls her head back, long blond hair streaming past her in early spring waters, before she presses her body against him again. This time, she angles herself just a touch higher, as if she were sitting in his lap, and kisses him.

If she can, even, she'll pull him under with her, Nier's face in her hands. ]

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( open, may catch all ) you and i were fireworks going off too soon

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river cleaning

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