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sticksandbones2024-10-16 08:18 pm
amethystic) wrote in sticksandbones2024-10-16 08:18 pm
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where do stars go when they cannot fall?
Who: Felicity and You
What: That goodbye log/plot thing I promised like a month ago-
When: Early Fall/"September"
Where: ????
Warnings: tbd!
What: That goodbye log/plot thing I promised like a month ago-
When: Early Fall/"September"
Where: ????
Warnings: tbd!
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[ There's no mistaking the dog, though the animal ignores him, focused on Fel instead. Vanilla picks the basket back up and slides his Staff through his arm, then gently takes Fel's hand with his free one. ]
I have made sure to pack your favorites, and do expect me to visit to restock you. I do not trust you to feed yourself.
[ A joke, considering her life. He is her father now, after all. ]
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( it's the one thing thats successfully drawn her out of her wistful fugue this entire time!
...
but she will miss his cooking, yes.
she gives beat a ruffle before taking vanilla's hand. )
... Somehow, I don't even need the golden glasses. I just- know the way.
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I do. I'll make sure you're well fed. Don't think I will only feed you sweets, however.
[ He will let her lead, walking beside her, feeling tears prick at the corner of his eyes. Beat falls in against her other side, his nose to the ground, tail wagging. ]
Depending on where we end up, I may have words about the state of it.
[ She is a star, after all, he may have an inkling. And he hates it. ]
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( there's wavers in her voice that she's refusing to acknowledge. she can't. not with what she has to do still waiting for her.
...
she wants to go back home. but-
it calls.
she's quiet, and she wishes she never died and lost that arm so she could take his hand, too. )
... Got some theories?
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Instead he smiles. ]
Ah, you know me well. I... have my suspicions. And yet...
[ He doesn't want to speak them. ]
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( it may seem harsh, but she's trying to be gentle. )
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I know, sweetheart. Forgive your father for not wanting to voice things into being.
[ Silence for a moment, before he speaks, his voice soft. ]
You are a star, my dear. Hale and hearty, and strong as can be.... [ Another pause. ] There are empty shrines, and so many weakened stars.
[ And what they learned of Hoku... ]
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they need a lowercase-g guardian.
she almost wants to be bitter, because the stars are here for as long as needed, only leaving their shrines for health reasons.
instead, she just keeps following the lights. )
... I see.
You're keeping track of the way, right? I don't want to be left alone too often.
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[ He's thinking along the same lines. He will come visit, of course he will, but she- she will never get to return. Not unless something happens. ]
Will you forgive me for being a hypocrite?
[ His voice is sad, wavering, and the corners of his eyes glitter. For the loss of her that will be felt, despite her still being here. For the unfairness to her. ]
You do not have to do this, my darling. This is your life, no one else has the right to demand anything of you. Not the Gods, not the World itself. No one will blame you if you stop, turn back.
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but the call tugs. yanks even. it sings and screams and begs.
felicity falters, and looks off into the woods, to wherever she's meant to be awaits. )
... I wish I could. But it's going to drive me insane.
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It makes him sigh, his shoulders slump a little. ]
I understand.
[ He squeezes her hand gently, before raising it to use his wrist to wipe at his eyes. Don't look at your father leaking. ]
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( it's not her fault in the least, but- she is. she is. she wishes it could be any other way. but the stars need someone strong, and they've been battered by the waves of the black sun's viciousness for centuries, and they need her.
... and she is someone who needs to be needed. )
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[ From him. The first person he ever looked upon and loved as a daughter. Someone he sees as the best parts of himself and White Lily... and yes, a little Cacao mixed in. He hm's softly and glances down towards the "Dog" whose currently snuffling at Fel's feet, before dropping a - is that a mole? - on her foot. ]
And I know you are in good company, and shall not be lonely.
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anyways.
felicity reaches down and gives beat some ear scritches, but keeps walking not long after she rescues the poor mole. hey buddy. she'll let you free after she's sure beat isn't going to just drag you back...
...
it's warm. the walk, that is. the lighting, too. despite it being in suri's clutches, it's as if the forest- her shrine is welcoming her, shining brightly to beckon her home.
...
it isn't ever going to be home. not unless her fathers are there. )
... We'll just have to finish this sooner, so I don't have to stay long.
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And while it might be warm for her, a feeling of home calling, for Pure Vanilla it feels like a sad chilly day in the forest. His heart aches. It's getting too cold. He feels like he's abandoning her. He hates this. ]
As soon as we can, my sweetheart.
[ It's a promise.
And when they do reach the shrine and finally stop? And he's looking at it, with his heart heavy? There's a small spiteful part of him that wants to kick it over. Headbutt it. Cry on it until it stops pulling his daughter away from him. ]
How- [ A pause as his voice croaks with tears lodged in his throat. ] How are you to get... inside...?