(Closed) Event & Aftermath Catch All

[mirshikar]

Who: Asura + Plotted CR
When: Late January - Early February
Where: Rescue basecamp, Asura's shared home, and likely the steps of Parliament.
What: Wrath, dumb jokes, politics, and a lot of h/c.
Warnings: Strong descriptions of injury, mentions of torture (re: event) and slavery.

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[mirshikar]

[ Many things have changed. Enkindled by an emotion which she could not name, Persephone seethes and burns in isolation, surrounded only by the sights and sounds of her chosen aerie: light, filtering through glass, and the creaks and groans of the windowsill as its hoarfrost coating begins to melt away beneath the burgeoning warmth of day.

In Talam, the grasp of Winter seems not to last for long— already, it stretches, cracks, and thaws, receding so that Spring might come. But that vernal tide is different, no longer is it (is she) so simply desirous of new beginnings and better futures; of sowing joie de vivre across arable hearts and land so that Summer would well and truly flourish in the time when it straddled the world before Autumn turned its bounty and harvest to ash. No, there is something almost human about her; something which does not bend to the cycles of the four Great Courts and runs wild, untamed in the flash of her eyes when she looks upon Asura and his scar before she chooses to relent, bending to what he would bid of her and of anyone.

Though he does not say it, Asura can name the condition which Persephone has succumbed to— he can taste it for himself upon his tongue, and it (her wrath) is the earthy bitter-sweet of rose petals and aromatics. Never in his lifetime, did Asura envision a day where Persephone's emotions would be so real that he could feel, scent, and taste them for himself. And for the very first time since arriving in Talam, the King finds himself unnerved by the power of the world: nothing in all the realms has ever been known to reverse the inhuman condition of Changelings, and yet...

Yet, here Persephone stands at his side, and Asura has never felt so close to her (or so very far apart).

Many things have changed, but the King himself has not, as is evident in the way he offers the Queen an easy riposte despite all uncertainty: ] To be certain, then, that I've breath enough to greet them upon our timely arrival, I will need to look into borrowing some from a willing donor.

[ Leaning in, he allows for his kajal-lined eyes to fall shut as he touches his forehead to Persephone's own in a departure from his Imperator's visage. For her, he is even able to offer a smile as he teases in rasping, weakened, but still too damn charming tones: ]

I wonder... where might I find someone who will lend me the air from their lungs? Where is it that you would look, o'Queen of Spring?

[ Board? Set. Move? Played. Will Asura be able to coax a kiss from Persephone before they go on their merry way...? ]