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π’†π’Žπ’Šπ’π’Šπ’‚ π’…π’Š 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐. ([personal profile] valeas) wrote in [community profile] eastbound2023-03-25 07:40 pm

un: starburst, toward the end of this arc.

( Emilia di Carlo has seen better days, by the look of her. Her battle leathers are torn, soot and cuts still on her face β€” but she doesn't give in to the exhaustion just yet, nor the bile in her throat. First, she addresses the people of Alem, dignified and resolute. )

Prince Haiva sacrificed himself and leaves his sister, the young Cle-Florens, spared.

I was witness.

( A pause, then, as she allows that to sink in. )

Hell is sealed.

You fought with valor so others might live. I'm glad to have fought beside you, and will remember your fallen just the same.

If you've yet to evacuate, the time is now. Hassir awaits.
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[personal profile] inferus 2023-05-05 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
( Despite the pain in his expression, there is a soft smile on his face at the question, which should be answer enough. He recognized her. Despite the curse, despite everything that attempted to come between them, some part of him did recognize her, and he was terrified when he sensed her dying. He rushed to her side, rushed to save her - realized before he had fully remembered that some part of him would be destroyed if he lost her (again).

She is right.

He knew her. Wrath is now under the belief that he would know her absolutely anywhere in the universe, in any state. He would recognize his wife. His gaze drops again if only to watch the path her finger takes over his own tattoo, the soft loving nature of her touch. How he had feared they would never be able to get back to this place together, to one where she didn't hate him, fear him like mortals are taught to do.

When he lifts his gold gaze again, it is in time to see her tear that falls, his thumb slips over to catch it, to look at it. In this revealing moment, there is love in his face at the sight of her tear, her emotion, who she is now. )


I would not want an apology for either. I want your memories and power returned in full.

I do not need you to be who you were before. I certainly am not. ( He loves the person she is including the mortal parts. ) ...I did not realize how fond I would be of many of those mortal aspects of who you are now.
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[personal profile] inferus 2023-05-05 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
( Wrath sees her skepticism. If he had been told this earlier, he would not have believed it himself, but it is true. Granted he has never hated mortals like many believe, like many are told. The stories of him have been so twisted over the years like the story of his horns - wings and not horns at all.

There is a softness to his expression in this rare openness, but she is his wife, and she does remember more - bits and pieces that he knows she is wrestling with, how they fit with who she once was, who that makes her now. )


I am.

( There is confirmation in the spoken word given without hesitation, with a strength to his tone of voice. His hand remains against her face but falls to find hers, linking their fingers together. )

Before the spell-lock, you weren’t interested in cooking. You seem relaxed when you’re creating, peaceful. Your mortal family did a lot wrong, but I feel like murdering them a little less when I see you looking at roasted garlic like it’s the most wondrous thing in our universe.

( Direct, shameless quote from the book above. )
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[personal profile] inferus 2023-05-06 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
( Wrath follows Emilia easily into the bed, away from the door, away from the window, away from the rest of the world. He was certain to do a spell over their room so sounds could not leave it (and also dampened outside noise) like they are truly the only two individuals on the entire train - as if such a thing could be possible. In this moment, it nearly feels it.

Like so much can be shared in a moment. )


I cannot? I make no promises.

( He frowns, and given Wrath rarely reveals an emotion or expression, it is likely an amusing sight. There is a fondness in the gold of his eyes that is reserved solely for his wife though. )

What about maiming, torture? I should hope that is not out of the question.

( This is spoken against her lips before his mouth covers her own as they settle back on to the mattress. Naturally, the king and queen of the Underworld would truly have the most beautiful sentiment toward one another - full of violence and bite and fire and ice. )