[ Vira smiles at that, though they've made too much eye contact, and now i need to stop stalling from giving you a memshare. (16:08-22:18)
The scene swirls away from them again. Though this isn't your memory, even if you know all the lines.
This is a time long before you were born, a war you never fought in. Strewn at your feet are bodies piled high, beasts spiraling high above as monsters shriek in the distance. The woman next to you—your commander—is not your beloved, but she takes Katalina's shape, because this may not be your memory but it is your sleeping, dreaming mind.
"Can I count on you, my astral knight?"
She asks, and you can feel the feelings swell up, not quite yours, but ones so symmetrical to your own that they may as well be. Anything for her—you'll sink islands if she asks. All you want is to be close enough to admire her, but if she asks you to fell an army, you go. You'll go, and every moment apart is aching, but this too serves a purpose: to be her blade, to end this war that consumes so much of you both.
"Please leave it to me... My sword exists solely to serve you."
You speak the words as though they are your own. Luminiera's power wreathes you in armor, her power thrumming through you as you fight, sword sinking into monster flesh and splitting open carapaces, shattering bone, the very light around you condensing into rays so bright they burn whatever they touch. No one else can wield this power but you, and the thrill of that excites you. It beats rotten like the adrenaline in your blood, right beside how terrified you are to die or to let your strength falter, because then you will never see her again, you'll die without ever finding the words that capture her beauty, and it all grows and intensifies and blurs together until your love is all you are. If your sky has a sun, she is it, and she is every other star at night. You would die for her in an instant, even if all you want is to live at her side.
When the battle ends, you resolve to tell her.
But you made an error. A tactical misstep, guarding your front as you expose your back, and you are only one person. You cannot see that the main camp is burnt and broken down until you turn back, your skin turned to gooseflesh as you sprint there, your heart battering, already so wearied from the day's events but refusing to stop.
Though it may as well, when you see her, dying.
Your love is all you are, and now there is none of it to keep you standing, so you collapse and let your lip quiver and your eyes drown with tears, your throat aching and coarse as you beg and beg—
But this is not your memory—it is a warning. A prophecy. Luminiera makes you live a story from eons past, because she is afraid for you. She is a sweet, child-like thing and wants you to grow roots elsewhere, because heartbreak will kill you, and she does not want to see you go.
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The scene swirls away from them again. Though this isn't your memory, even if you know all the lines.
This is a time long before you were born, a war you never fought in. Strewn at your feet are bodies piled high, beasts spiraling high above as monsters shriek in the distance. The woman next to you—your commander—is not your beloved, but she takes Katalina's shape, because this may not be your memory but it is your sleeping, dreaming mind.
"Can I count on you, my astral knight?"
She asks, and you can feel the feelings swell up, not quite yours, but ones so symmetrical to your own that they may as well be. Anything for her—you'll sink islands if she asks. All you want is to be close enough to admire her, but if she asks you to fell an army, you go. You'll go, and every moment apart is aching, but this too serves a purpose: to be her blade, to end this war that consumes so much of you both.
"Please leave it to me... My sword exists solely to serve you."
You speak the words as though they are your own. Luminiera's power wreathes you in armor, her power thrumming through you as you fight, sword sinking into monster flesh and splitting open carapaces, shattering bone, the very light around you condensing into rays so bright they burn whatever they touch. No one else can wield this power but you, and the thrill of that excites you. It beats rotten like the adrenaline in your blood, right beside how terrified you are to die or to let your strength falter, because then you will never see her again, you'll die without ever finding the words that capture her beauty, and it all grows and intensifies and blurs together until your love is all you are. If your sky has a sun, she is it, and she is every other star at night. You would die for her in an instant, even if all you want is to live at her side.
When the battle ends, you resolve to tell her.
But you made an error. A tactical misstep, guarding your front as you expose your back, and you are only one person. You cannot see that the main camp is burnt and broken down until you turn back, your skin turned to gooseflesh as you sprint there, your heart battering, already so wearied from the day's events but refusing to stop.
Though it may as well, when you see her, dying.
Your love is all you are, and now there is none of it to keep you standing, so you collapse and let your lip quiver and your eyes drown with tears, your throat aching and coarse as you beg and beg—
But this is not your memory—it is a warning. A prophecy. Luminiera makes you live a story from eons past, because she is afraid for you. She is a sweet, child-like thing and wants you to grow roots elsewhere, because heartbreak will kill you, and she does not want to see you go.
It does not work as she intends. ]