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GOOD GOD THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO FIND. anyways #shonnaraha I woke up early this morning and was thinking abt this again

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#shonnaraha going through my notes for funsies. I need to be taken out back and put out of my misery

"Tell me, my friend. Have you ever wished to be reunited with someone who has passed away?" It almost startled G'raha at first, how quickly Vio appeared to arrive at her answer. It proved equally as unsettling to see her conviction recede much like the waves against the lower bricks of the walls on either side of their vessel. The swell of her chest deflated slowly, surely, until she rested arms against knees hidden beneath her armored robe. Even within this gilded eternity reality sought to weigh just as heavily, inescapably upon them. It seemed to press most keenly against her neck and she bore the top of her head to him as she obscured her eyes from view. In a fleeting thought G'raha considered the manner in which the horns of her headpiece appeared almost to poise themselves for attack and he couldn't help but entertain the idea of her butting him clean off of the boat and into the river. It mattered not the subject of the moment; in every possible future that joke would have been left to die, and so he swiftly brushed it away. To focus instead on her lips felt more a violation than any poorly-timed jest yet as it was all of her that he could see, it was where ruby irises fell. As did her mouth into a short, taut shape, betraying a familiarity that he prayed he would never again see descend upon her… though he knew full well he'd not the authority to keep it from her.

"I've told… passing few about my mother." G'raha's ears perk. Bushy tail bristles. He'd seen, after all, in the Aitiascope, the losses they'd suffered without him. He'd longed to hear—from her—of the Source's Minfilia. Of Haurchefant and of Ysayle. Of Moenbryda, Papalymo, Wilred, Conrad… of every death whose weight she yet carried. Any one of those promised tales would have been expected. Not this. "Thancred knows," continues Vio. "And so too did Minfilia, once." "The… Calamity, I gather," G'raha prompts. Warily, cautiously. "After… a-after a fashion… aye." Quiet again, for a time, as they trudge lazily onwards.

"I'll make plain mine opinion of this place: it is naught less than utterly perverse. To deny the dead the peace of eternal slumber… to disrupt the careful balance of the Lifestream, of the aetherial sea… nay, I'll not ever agree to it. It is aberrant, an offense to life itself." G'raha finds himself leaning forward as Vio speaks. Ever a magnet, she was, to which he found himself hopelessly drawn. 'Hopelessly' ever being the most befitting descriptor. His tail flicks, almost as if to remind him of his place, and he curls it loosely around his calf. "However," Vio's gaze turns from the faux-wooden floor of the gondola to the facades of facades passing them by, to the imitations of Alexandrians dressed in regal finery all and flashing insouciant smiles back at them, "I'll not hesitate to admit that I am but a man, no different from you nor any other. Were… w-were I to see her here… as she was, as I knew her…"

Vio stops. Her tail shivers. G'raha's ears flatten to the tune of her own and for a chilling few breaths fears she found her there, wandering the crowd. He resists the urge to turn his head and offer his own eyes to her search. The scrunch of her brow, the tenacity of her eyes as if she's trying there and then to beat back the lost. He instead studies them, studies her, but in between the lessons he's learning finds himself left with far, far too many questions that he'll never have the courage to ask. She shudders, wet and deep, and her shoulders slowly settle. It's with a solemn yet bitter calm that she speaks again. "Hah, I find myself rather lucky that I've already faced this very breed of horror long, long ago. I cannot help but ask myself if my answer then would be much the same now."

Sanctuary, Sorrow, Solecism | #7.0spoilers | #DTspoilers |
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Vio Astaris / G'raha Tia / #shonnaraha

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I love my ridiculous hyperspecific tagging system <3

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