[Closed] Aftermath

[inlikethebrume]

Who: Mira and CR
When: End of January and to beginning of February
Where: Various Places, listed in the starters.
What: Aftermath of the Snatched Event, various things with CR
Warnings: CW from talks of torture, kidnapping, injuring, and just feels. Also, Major Shadowbringers Spoilers

Things for the aftermath of the Snatched Event. Get ready for some fucking feels, fam.

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[poisontippedcure]

[As a healer, Rose understands just how important rest is to the healing process. Nothing is going to get better on its own, and there’s no need to push it and make it worse. Which is why Rose has spent the last several days sequestered in her room.]

[...At least, that’s what she says. If pressed, she might begrudgingly admit that she’s still afraid to go outside. But that’s a conversation for another day.]

[When the door knocks, she opens it, only to find Mira on the other side. Rose doesn’t look particularly happy or sad, mostly tired, but it’s still good to see a friend. A friend bringing food, even.]

Mira.

[She pauses, not sure what to say next. What is the appropriate response to seeing a friend after being kidnapped?]

Thank you for stopping by.

[inlikethebrume]

[Who even knows. Thankfully this particular visit, nothing out of the ordinary has happened like Breezy sneaking out into the food bag. Boy that was awkward.]

Of course, I wanted to see how you were doing. And with some Ishgardian stew as well; thought it might help.

[As well as the bag of books. To Mira, 'some' means 'a bag full']

I didn't know what you preferred so I brought a variety. Will it be alright?

[poisontippedcure]

[Rose loves animals, but she would prefer that they stay out of her personal room. It’s probably best that nothing surprising jumps out. She gives Mira a small smile.]

I appreciate that. I’ve missed Ishgard recently, and I’m sure this is delicious.

[Where’s her biting sarcasm? It’s like she’s a different person.]

I’m sure it will. Would you like to come inside?

[inlikethebrume]

[At the mention of Ishgard, Mira can't help but feel homesick. She too missed the Lord Commander but also just the sense of the city.]

Hopefully this may bring a bit of city to you; finding ingredients that matched was an adventure in itself.

[And yet Mira smiles. It's worth it as long as it makes another happy. That and it was actually fun.]

I would like to; tis best served warm.

[poisontippedcure]

[Even if Ishgard isn’t Rose’s home, she can’t help but share the feeling. Ishgard was the one place to accept her for herself, not her title, when no one else would. It’s the one place in Eorzea she wants to return to.]

I can only imagine. Hopefully, none of them will accidentally turn us into frogs.

[Rose chuckles lightly before gesturing Mira inside. Rose’s room is...not near, persay, but not messy either. Cluttered would be the best word. There are several sketchbooks opened with half-drawings, and many plants lining the shelves.]

Please come in.

[inlikethebrume]

I think we have enough luck for that not to happen.

[It's when she enters that she takes notice of the sketchbooks first and how much of the room is filled with plant life. Reminds her of the Black Shroud to be honest.]

Oh! Are you an artist perchance? [Gesturing to the sketches.]

[poisontippedcure]

[Enough luck, hm? It would be a pleasant change of pace, if nothing else.]

[She takes out a chair for Mira to sit in before she shrugs, eyeing the art books. There’s at least one benefit to being stuck here, if seems.]

I’m not sure I would go that far. I used to dabble in it. Being the Warrior of Light didn’t give me much time for my hobbies.

[inlikethebrume]

Saving the realm and then the star leaves very little time to ourselves, no?

[But still even as she sits and takes out the food, Mira can't help but admire the sketches.]

These are rather nice.

[poisontippedcure]

[Rose nods. If anybody else were to understand, it makes sense that it would be another Warrior of Light. Another person with the same burden to bear.]

Precious little.

[She looks back at the notebook in Mira's hand.]

Thank you. There was a time I dreamed of sketching Eorzea, but I'm afraid I'm dreadfully out of practice.

[inlikethebrume]

[How many times has she thought to want to do something, only to have it snatched away by a crisis? A primal being summoned, Garleans attacking a supply line, a war needs them at the front, Mira can go on.]

There is time now, isn't there? If it is something you enjoy, why not take it one day at a time?

[As for her, the one thing she enjoys doing requires a place and the endurance to want to read all the things.]

[poisontippedcure]

That's what I think I might do. I have the feeling that, were I given the chance to return home, I would no longer have time to myself.

[And by 'feeling' she means 'exactly the same twelvesdamned thing that's happened every time she thought she'd get a vacation.']

[inlikethebrume]

I fear waking up and hearing that because I took time to rest, another danger plagues the realm or the First.

[Falling asleep at Fortemps Manor and suddenly here. Except this is no dream.]

It is not a bad thing to simply wish to read all the books one finds and assume it relaxing, is it?

[poisontippedcure]

[Rose nods. She understands Mira, in a way that nobody else actually can.]

Yes. I fear returning home to find that my loved ones have been tempered in my absence. Or worse.

[She frowns.]

I don’t think so, no.