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  (( she spoke, voice soft and tender. she had felt hurt when she had understood he had gone and left her in his manor alone with nothing familiar enough to surround her. unfamiliar walls, with unfamiliar turns. unfamiliar voices with unfamiliar scents. he had been the only one to surround her and press knowledge of himself against the constant dark hue of her world. sure, her power could grant her knowledge of who and what surrounded her, yet it didn't make something or someone more familiar nonetheless.  days had turned to weeks and weeks had blossomed to months. months of pacing the walls he called his home over and over again, until their shape had been drawn in memory, learned by hand, or more preciselyby foot. and then someday,  finally,  she felt him. him with his cerulean hue that spoke of his wounds from the inconsistency in-between it's vibrations.   was there something to be pleased about under such a fact? ))
            
                  aren't I a healer, mister sires?  aren't I of use to you, especially under such occasions?   

SHATTERED 《 @LIKAANG 》
                   was the tone his voice held, it's dark tinted hue having grown out of it's usual certainty and now leaning into something softer, faintly mellow and fractured at the ends.  this was the most vulnerable she had ever heard him sound and it took immense effort not to turn towards him and wonder where his mind lay. ))
            
                  ((  synthia stood still by the alight hearth, it's warmth keeping her company as it pressed sweetly against her skin. her head remained towards it even after she had heard him speak, her golden locks that were turned towards his way standing exposed, trailing down her back and going over her waist, their hue shimmering slightly over the fire's grace, a stark contrastagainst the pure white of her garments.  it wasn't usual for her to not wear her veil, something that kept her hair and eyes hidden, granting her privacy, one she had chosen for herself. even though the knowledge of her sight and appearance had long since become a common one, she wished for no eyes to view it without her will and permission, especially so when she was destined to always remain amongst the people.  silence remained on her tongue as his words replayed themselves in the corners of her mind.  ))
            
                   ..you went to a mission and left me here.      why?  

@spiritsightings   /   me and you both. ;)

;; I obsess over all your themes as well. 

@LIKAANG  ;; glad you like it so much, darling  <: 

   (( she slowly let her hand travel to her waist where a multitude of white stripes of fabric encircled her waist, blessed with incense and holy water and then dried up. she undone one of them and brought it to him, her other hand  searching for his ever so gently to raise and hold up only for her fingers to feel their way around his wrist as they slowly tried to tie the ribbon around it ))
                 request my services. your name only is powerful enough to do it.     I can't speak a lot here, but know this.  your path shall be a blessed one, if by your hand and head alone. let this be a reminder of God and his will...and of me. (( she whispered the last part and slowly walked away, letting her feet trace the knowing path she had traced over numerous of times before, yet now feeling different. why was his presence something that disoriented her so much?  perhaps, she ought to pray harder. for his sake too. ))

SOLACE   《 @LIKAANG》 
                  had been lost from within his words and engulfed by rage, slowly brewing anx expanding in the vibrato his hushed voice carried.  his words were not merely directed at her, but towards something deeper and wounded, something that she had the hunch that haunted his mind and heart, leaving him in endless unrest.  ))
            
                    no.  you must never lie, be it in the face of the Lord or anywhere else.  (( her words were decisive and strict, no spaces existing in between them for even the smallest of retorts. a sigh escaped her, soft and short as she stood still by his side, letting his energy engulf her as it roared in reaction to the fluctuation of his feelings, the way incense engufed the holy space of the church's study. emotions.. such intense things they were and he wore them like glove to skin. \\
            
                she tried to hide the way her cloudy orbs widened at his question. that she was still healing, what had given it away?  was it her way of walking? was it in her breath? in her slow steps?  she chose to pause for a few moments, pondering silently of his intent before speaking, her voice softer ))
            
                 healing happens in stages. the deeper the wound, the slower the process.  mine body needs no aid or help, it simply needs time. (( she spoke of honesty and let her hand hover over her side where the wound lay still. the concept of pain did not stick to her the same way it had on humanity. the moment the wound formed, pain was inevitable and slowly she had grown both accustomed and numb to most of it. whatever you teach a body, that it shall get used to and so that was an unavoidable reaction. ))   are you worried of it?  you shouldn't be. God's gift would never bring perish.  similarly too, order will prevail with faith and belief.  my eyes have never been shut, mister sires.. (( she lingered a few moments before she continued, words a hush in the warmth of the blessed space ))  but, where God lives, evil tends to linger. 

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀ [ THE QUIET INTENSITY OF HER WORDS WAS MERELY IMPLIED THROUGH THE MANNER IN WHICH SHE SPOKE.          barefoot, he moved with a sanctioned ease upon the cold stone floor, worn smooth by centuries of passage. the chamber lay just off the nave, a sacristy half turned to study, where tall shelves of bound texts and records lined the walls, and a long oaken table bore the weight of candles burned low. the faint scent of incense still clung to the air, threaded with old parchment and oil. rurik felt a warm presence encompass him. thus, knowing it to be none other than the Holy God Himself, a living press of the divine, he set himself aside, letting his gaze wander the shelves.               amusement lay faint upon him, drawn thin across his features, and as he shifted, he noted the brush of her shoulder against his. was she seeking to provoke him now? curiosity delved deeper, and he scoffed, giving a slight shake of his head. ]
            
            ⠀⠀⠀  shall i lie in the holy place then? right here, within the house of our creator?     [ he raised his eyes to hers, keeping his voice a hushed murmur, mindful of the sanctity that pressed in from beyond the chamber walls, ]       it is the truth.    [ he added, expression set adamantly, ]     why feign and bend to those who guard their high seats? it is as though the crimes go unseen by the very eyes that claim both judgment and absolution.      [ a strain gathered at the back of his neck. he reached to ease it, thumb pressing into the muscle, holding back the rest of his temper. ]      tell me this.. why have you not been healed?

HER CHEST  《  @LIKAANG 》
                 rose and fell, sharp and shallow in it's trembling. her face had become stiff  from the immensity of the pain, eyes closed shut firmly, some of her blood spilling through the white of her robes from the open wound in her sides that steadily healed itself.  in the dark abyss of her world, his energy vibrated around her body, crafling her in it's presence. it was it she noticed first and then understood that he had been holding her firmly in his embrace when she had fallen to the ground.  some wounds it was easy to heal from others, while others left her defenseless and vulnerable in the struggling of her body ))
            
                  it shall be fine in a mome- 
            
              (( she spoke before her words were broken by a sharp wince, hand flying to her sides as her liver mend itself together again. so long as the heart and mind was intact, no wound was ever fatal for her, her power one that transcended the limits of possibility within this world.  ease slowly came upon her and she shifted ever so slightly in his presence, her hand gently brushing against the back of his, softness meeating subtle roughness, his hands a testament of what he had been through and worked for ))
            
                   good.. you seem as good as new. 
            

IMPERTINENT.  《  @hellslyrics  》
                     ((   twas his manner of addressing her, his rage transforming into something  palpable, something that could puncture her darkened world in an attempt to reach her in a depth even she wasn't conscious of.       synthia's breath had hitched as cold fingers wrapped firmly around her delicate neck, rough by their own nature and yet withholding, his overflowing energy wrapping in around itself.   she staggered slightly on her tiptoes, their height difference seeming a mile apart, as he pulled her closer.  this was the closest she had ever come into contact with a man before and that made her body grow tense quicker than she had ever anticipated.  )) 
              
                          you're foolish-     (( the words escaped her parted lips, followed quickly by a sharp intake of breath, as the pressure around her neck grew ever so slightly more overbearing.  heat spread through her body and she knew not what had caused it more, the hearth or-            mighty lord, such thoughts were unbecoming of a  [ saint ].  \\ 
            
                             long fingers instinctively wrapped around the firm tenderness of his wrist with a rather vice grip.     if her opened eyes had possessed their natural born role, her gaze would hold even more of it's silent defiance that the rest of her body language and facial features were currently portraying.    she avoided the newly birthed thoughts that his aroma caused as it started to unfurl onto her skin and gazed toward what she thought was his visage, her brows furrowed and lips pressed into a harsh line.          his energy that surrounded her abyss of a world made her feel as though she could have known what light could be like at this current moment and it was in such an unearthly way that she felt it so that it was as though his proximity had birthed it. ))
                               
                           and even more selfish.  I will not partake to your ego, mister sires.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ A FRIVOLOUS GAZE SMOULDERING WITH ANGER SO SIFT,          NEITHER A HARSH TEMPER LASHED OUT,       nor the bitterness. what came forth were his words, a grit that ceased beneath the clench of his teeth. and man was he; turning her slowly, drawing her forth with a firm grip, fingers locked around her swan like neck. he could not voice it, the thoughts coiling inside his soul, but the rage so vastly nestled; crooned low beneath his breath, and he could only haul her closer, inspecting every gauge of feature along her sharp, delicate visage.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀  the permissible warmth from the fire cackling behind him could not abate the one sinking into the palm of his hand at her tethered neck.           as aware as he was of the fact she lacked sight, and mercy be upon him, he didn’t, couldn’t find it in himself to direct his anger at her. and he could do nothing but stare into the unseen of her eyes, as though she might still feel it, still answer it, still defy him in that quiet, maddening way.

(    )  :   《  @hellslyrics  》
            
            
                  ((  golden strands of hair flowed through the wind, shifting along it's whims as the sound of the bells on her leg bracelets was evident in the expanding space of nature's sanctuary that came to a halt at the beginning of his manor's grounds.   bare feet had taken her near him, her thoughts holding his shape and form first upon realizing that the holy church had been corrupted.           before him, the grounds' creatures had found her, their energy mirroring that yellow of nature with the slightest flare of red at the ends.  quite a cunning way to blend in through her energy filled world.      she had been ready to either hide and await or face them with no regard for consequences, yet twas not necessary for he came to her quite more quickly than she anticipated. ))
            
                    mister sires..   ((  her voice came out thin and weak from her slightly chapped lips, exhaustion vibrating through her in unkind waves as she took a few steps towards him, his energy something she would be able to recognize even before his voice of scent had time to reach her.    as her hand took a firm hold of his wrist,  relief spead through her.  she knew not why she trusted his person so, yet her intuition had never failed her. perhaps that too was a gift of the divine to her aid.    wors tried to take form as her feet staggered, her world turning into itself, energies twisting and meddling with one another, her body falling towards him with little regard to space.  it was a good three days journey to reach him and that as a good difficult feat for a blind woman with no help whatsoever. a route of course she chose for there was no other way to run away from the holy church.  ))
                 

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              (( stone crumbled like burned trees as rain found it's way inside the once pristine and holy cathedral, clear drops that carry God's power within them.  her head ached with the intensity the ongoing battle carried and a gasp escaped her lips as she found herself in the steadiness of his arms instead of the coldness of the stone floor, her veil falling to the ground in the process.  her fingers gripped at his shoulder firmly, with a hint of desperation, as her mind scrambled to put the words that fell from his lips into an order,  his husked voice carrying enough power even through it's struggle as it rang next to her ear. ))
            
                         there is a door at the transept where the auxiliary altar is to our right. 
            
            (( her voice trembled slightly as the words left her restrained and airy, a wince leaving right after as the wound continued to try and heal itself which had taken much more time than any other time. taking on the wounds from another to heal them on her own flesh varied based on the deepness and position the wounds had been. it was a price she had to pay to stich the lifeforce that had been tethered and connect the spiritual with the tangible once more. yet, nothing was ever without a price and especially of the divine.  )) 
            
                     they are coming this way...we must make haste. 
            
            (( she spoke in a hushed manner. a realization that weighted heavy against her chest.  her bare feet stepped towards the way the transept was as she felt the energy even more intensely than the sounds of hooves striking against stone and swords clashing, metal against metal and flesh, unforgiving and uncaring in it's purpose.   the hawk's cry rang prominently against her ears, it's warning a divine one. a warning to those present and those departed. yet also a good omen that filled her heart with hope and strength, for wherever hawks lingered, God's presence and divine guidance was never too far away. ))
            
              ⌞ @GODSFIRE ⌝

  
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             ⠀⠀ * THERE WAS A LADEN SORROW, A RECKONING UNFOLDING RIGHT BENEATH THE CATHEDRAL ROOF AS THE PILLARS COLLAPSED.      dust coveted the air, a numinous siege laid across the halls, with the harrowing thunder of hooves sounding beyond the walls.           ceaseless words fell as remnants from her lips as he dragged a man who had toppled before klaus, nearly losing hold of him as the ceiling gave way above. his own mouth was no longer set in dry amusement. the words he had uttered became shackles of restraint now as he shoved a broken stone pillar from the body. too much scent lingered  ( ..  )   crushed petals, decayed and ground into ruin. he coughed, stumbling back, and forced himself to stand. *
            
            ⠀⠀   where’s the back door to this cathedral?   * he demanded, reaching quickly for his cane. his silver hues caught glimpses of the horrendous damage⎯⎯barren mortals no longer drawing breath, lying still as rotting corpses. he moved quickly, limping around the shattered wood of pews toward the center of the hall, and seized the woman. *        the exit,     * he repeated, breath rasping as dust and smoke curled deep into his lungs. his gaze skimmed over her as he pulled her along with a grimace. she had taken more damage than he first thought—the gash at her side seeping steadily. a flicker of irritation crossed his face as he dragged her away, stepping through the battering mess of stone and splintered wood.           as the holy place gave way to ruin, a hawk’s cry split through the darkened sky above, sharp and cutting where mortal sight failed. the shadow revealed itself in fragments. thunder rolled vast and furious overhead, and he felt the wrath of God pour through the air with such reverence that his own skin prickled, simmering with goosebumps as the storm broke upon them. *

|   ➵   |  ;;  ACT I:  everything has a price.
            
                 ((  thunder, loud and intimidating, struck down, illuminating through the darkened clouds of war that hug the scenery.  loud were the echoes of people's cries, pain and despair ringing and cutting through the wind the way an arrow did once pulled and released with purpose.   in the midst of the chaos, his presence held it's place near her as crimson stained her previously white clothing that the church had bestowed upon her. ))
              
                   if that is a way to say thank you for healing you, you are quite lacking in vocabulary.
            
               (( synthia panted the words, pain singing through her left side where the still open wound lay.  light illuminated the area of it as her own holy body tried to mend what she had taken from the man beside her.  power always came with a cost, and even one of heaven carried such a burden.  still, her wounds were only temporary like a slit in a tapestry that could easily be mended. it was a wound that would leave and no trace would remain of it.    she breathed deeply as the pain slowly yet surely lessened  and turned her face towards the man, knowing exactly where he was even with her eyes closed, his energy something that vibrated the ground and everything around him in a way he would never be able to be aware of. ))
            
                you mustn't die.  leave what my wounds are and escape.
            
               (( she let her tongue run for her as her mind stood overwhelmed. it was something to be able to see a person dying and another to feel the energy of what a war was.  the stench of the battle surrounded her, the intensity of the purple and crimson vibrations of energy only growing stronger and more prominent.  nature and the divine cried for the souls that lay motionless, now stripped of the life they once possessed and synthia was filled with their overwhelming sorrow.  but war is unavoidable when there is no other resort left. ))
            
            
             ⌞ @lyrirs  ⌝

/ hii, bebe, oh how i miss you, how are you. 

/ how about yourself, did you have a good day?

/ i’m good, super exhausted. but i had a fun day, i made dumpling with my friends today. 

|      S O U L         R E C O G N I T I O N      |
            
                 is this a test? is this a punishment? 
            how can one see fate eye to eye when consumed in an endless abyss?
            how can one grab destiny when unable to catch it's gaze?
            
            then and now, there will come a time when we will meet again.
            there will come a time when I shall feel you and yet, will my changed self be able to correctly identify you?  will I be able to grab what has been cleaned and rewritten and add what was yours?
            
            you and me, once one, now torn to aching pieces that are trying to find each other through time and space.
            your light has been shining bright from the past to the present.
            it is only the circumstances that have changed.
            
            I SHALL FEEL YOU, MY UNAVOIDABLE DESTINY THROUGH THIS ABYSS.
            
            an encounter, a chance, a shift of fate.
            we are both changed and yet, there is an ancient truth that will always ring true.
            what has been written is bound to repeat itself until fulfilled.