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[ There is no longer the warmth of someone beside her when she rises, no arm around her, no shoulder for her head to be tucked into, no quiet breath she can hear, no soft rhythm of a heartbeat she can feel beneath her palm, no trace of a magic and light that feels as if she's bathed in the stars. There is no greeting with soft, quiet eyes and and an even softer touch, careful, caring, no murmur of her name. No feeling of acceptance, no slow rise thereafter, no touch in return to correct a strand of her hair with warm fingers lingering upon her cheek.
Instead there is emptiness as deep and overwhelming as the sea, perplexing, disorienting, storming, and cold. She peers into its maelstrom and knows that she ought to be there beneath it all, surrounding her, sealing her. That is the tomb she had chosen for herself for centuries, after all, basking in the safety of emptiness thus keeping the world safe in turn. How can emptiness feel so heavy and crippling, as if she's never experienced it before? Has she learned nothing?
No, she has learned something. It is the same lesson she has learned before-- ]
For those of his family and Eos, and for those of you who knew him, Somnus is no longer in Havenwell. I may only hope that he has returned to his homeworld in peace.
Please, let's all work together more to restore this world, so that perhaps those of us who wish to return to our worlds may also have the opportunity to return.
[ --that she must do what is necessary to secure the future of her world. She must return to her world. To return where she must be, to return to the state she had originally been in, to return to her Father and beg him for peace at last. Somnus has returned to his world, thereby ensuring its future. She has not forgotten that she, too, has the very same duty. Her love and her loss, this hollowness, this numbness-- she knows, she knows, it is painful, guilty; she ought not harbor any of these feelings. Yet terribly against her nature as it may be to experience emotions at all, they have one use in their turmoil and admiration for the world and all those in it: that they are reminding her, inspiring her to do what must be done to ensure that the future of her world remains. ]
A: Falconing. Morning.
He's gone, little partner. We are sorry. [ It's only Horus to whom she murmurs, the falcon unwittingly left behind by man who owned it. Presently the raptor is perched upon her arm, and she carefully strokes along the side of its neck as it turns its head side to side, seemingly awaiting a command. With a slight lift of her hand it takes flight, and a few moments later she tosses up bait for it to take.
To anyone watching her, she appears at peace. She is smiling and calm, watching the bird glide throughout the dilapidated buildings of the city. It circles her, awaiting its next morsel, and she throws another treat-- farther this time, and it dives after it.
It does not seem as if she notices that you may be approaching her. This may be odd to those who know her well enough to have noticed how normally attentive she is to her surroundings. ]
B: Returning from the Labs, Evening
[ For those of her who have known her throughout these months, they may also know by now that she is not shy to engage in contact.
Nothing has changed on that front, and so when you happen to join her on one of the streets, she will greet you with a pleasant, serene smile. As is also typical. ] Oh, are you heading this same way...?
[ Have a hand offered to you, fingers outstretched. Should you take it, her grip is light. To those who have taken her hand often before, this may seem odd. ] Let's walk together.
Instead there is emptiness as deep and overwhelming as the sea, perplexing, disorienting, storming, and cold. She peers into its maelstrom and knows that she ought to be there beneath it all, surrounding her, sealing her. That is the tomb she had chosen for herself for centuries, after all, basking in the safety of emptiness thus keeping the world safe in turn. How can emptiness feel so heavy and crippling, as if she's never experienced it before? Has she learned nothing?
No, she has learned something. It is the same lesson she has learned before-- ]
For those of his family and Eos, and for those of you who knew him, Somnus is no longer in Havenwell. I may only hope that he has returned to his homeworld in peace.
Please, let's all work together more to restore this world, so that perhaps those of us who wish to return to our worlds may also have the opportunity to return.
[ --that she must do what is necessary to secure the future of her world. She must return to her world. To return where she must be, to return to the state she had originally been in, to return to her Father and beg him for peace at last. Somnus has returned to his world, thereby ensuring its future. She has not forgotten that she, too, has the very same duty. Her love and her loss, this hollowness, this numbness-- she knows, she knows, it is painful, guilty; she ought not harbor any of these feelings. Yet terribly against her nature as it may be to experience emotions at all, they have one use in their turmoil and admiration for the world and all those in it: that they are reminding her, inspiring her to do what must be done to ensure that the future of her world remains. ]
A: Falconing. Morning.
He's gone, little partner. We are sorry. [ It's only Horus to whom she murmurs, the falcon unwittingly left behind by man who owned it. Presently the raptor is perched upon her arm, and she carefully strokes along the side of its neck as it turns its head side to side, seemingly awaiting a command. With a slight lift of her hand it takes flight, and a few moments later she tosses up bait for it to take.
To anyone watching her, she appears at peace. She is smiling and calm, watching the bird glide throughout the dilapidated buildings of the city. It circles her, awaiting its next morsel, and she throws another treat-- farther this time, and it dives after it.
It does not seem as if she notices that you may be approaching her. This may be odd to those who know her well enough to have noticed how normally attentive she is to her surroundings. ]
B: Returning from the Labs, Evening
[ For those of her who have known her throughout these months, they may also know by now that she is not shy to engage in contact.
Nothing has changed on that front, and so when you happen to join her on one of the streets, she will greet you with a pleasant, serene smile. As is also typical. ] Oh, are you heading this same way...?
[ Have a hand offered to you, fingers outstretched. Should you take it, her grip is light. To those who have taken her hand often before, this may seem odd. ] Let's walk together.
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He never liked his ability to pick up even the faintest sounds, but this was one time that he felt it could've been a lot more useful.
Zenitsu stays quiet for a moment even after Pyra finishes speaking, for a second hoping there would be more to it. When there isn't, he opens his mouth to start speaking slowly. ]
...Somnus is gone?
[ Up until this moment, someone leaving this place didn't completely sit in Zenitsu's mind. Yes, he's heard of it, but he's never seen it happen to anyone close to him for the few months he's been here, so the knowledge felt like some kind of fairy tale.
As he spoke those words, the thought dragged his upbeat mood from a moment ago down, as well as disbelief. ]
But I was just talking to him a while ago...! Tanjiro and I were doing some training with him...! He can't just disappear like that, would he?
[ And during that time, he was being a dumbass wailing and complaining throughout the entire time. That wasn't a great last impression to make, especially to someone who Zenitsu was looking up to as a mentor in this world. ]
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It's not just Pyra who has lost others. There are many noted disappearances on the network. Many have vanished. Perhaps they go to their homeworlds, or perhaps they are spirited to another. ]
From... what I know. They fall asleep, then they vanish.
[ This happened to Somnus. She had fallen asleep with him, each other in the others' arms. By morning, he was gone from their bed, their house, and this world. ...For the best. He didn't belong here. He has a duty to his own world, and ending to claim, a world to help save. ] ...You knew him?
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[ For a split second, the word 'death' passes in his mind. He quickly brushes off to the side, and decides to focus on Pyra's question instead. ]
...Somewhat. He was like a second teacher to me ever since coming here.
[ He was strict in his own way, not like his teacher back at home, but there was also kindness.
Zenitsu lowers his gaze to the ground. Pyra seemed to have been pretty close to Somnus, as far as he could tell. He just couldn't tell how sad the other must be feeling, although it probably wouldn't have helped with what words he could respond with in this situation regardless. ]
...I'm sorry.
[ That's all he could say, along with a small squeeze at the hand he was holding. ]
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Yet, somehow, that Zenitsu knew him helps her. That he had become something of a mentor figure to Zenitsu is-- it's comforting to hear. She's sorry that Somnus hadn't remained here longer for him; he could have learned so much from him. Not only in some sort of combat practices, but in others ways-- how to be brave, how to have hope, how to move forward without looking back. ]
He... shone so brightly.
[ A pause. ] ...And... he's passed a small amount of his light to you. [ A light that Zenitsu will only have to cultivate further, only this time without Somnus. ]
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I hope so. I've still got so much more to go to be cool like Somnus, it'd be nice to be even at least half as cool as him.