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    GENTLE  《 @LIKAANG 》
                     and ever so refreshing was the passage of the wind as it brushed upon her skin, carrying the deep scent of the ocean with it.  the warmth of the sun made the chill of the wind kinder and sweeter as it shined down upon them ever so brightly, the full coverage the thinner material of her clothing contributing greatly as well. ))
            
                   ((  her naked feet pressed firmly against the softness of the damp sand, sea foam clinging to her skin and wetting the base of her dress, making her raise it's baby blue hue higher, just underneath her knees.  her hair flowed softly together with the wind, let loose and exposed in the secrecy of their location, trailing upon the sand like golden seaweed.     synthia breathed deeply from her nose as she let her face rise towards the sun, eyes closed in her basking of the pleasant surroundings that graced her senses. the smell of the sea, addictive and tender. the feel of the sand and pf the water, ever so cradling and engulfing. the sun which seemingly smiled today.    amongst these blessings, his voice seeped through, low and honeyed as in her hands he placed a small, tiny seashell. her smile came first before she let her hands explore it's surface, her fingers tenderly and firmly brushing the soft ridged outside it possessed, contrary to the smoothness of it's inside.   she let herself feel for a moment too long before she spoke, her head still turned towards his way. ))
            
                    it's so tiny and yet so detailed.  what color is it?  ((  she said, softly, the tenderness of the weather and his actions rubbing onto her, her smile remaining upon her lips.   normally, she never asked of what her surroundings possessed, for the lack of true meaning made it impossible to hold it's world and yet sometimes, her curiosity prevailed, leading her steadfast toward the wonder of a world that slipped through her fingers like sand. ))

((  she ought to move, now that her purpose had been fulfilled, yet in his embrace, surrounded by his cerulean hues, she felt oddly calm and comforted, peaceful in a manner unknown to her thus far.   ))  do you like it?  (( she spoke softly, words feeling the empty space between them, for in silence, it was his presence that punctured through, overwhelming her in ways she understood not. such peace and yet such nervousness.  if God were to be a witness, what would the judgement of her be.  she chose to stray away from wondering. ))

THE SCENT OF INCENSE《 @LIKAANG 》
                     engulfed the space, the small censer she had used to cleanse and guard the room left on the table across the couch where she had seated herself between him, it's smoke a small string as it kept going.   ))
            
                   ((  words fell from her lips, softly whispered, a prayer of protection and request to the Lord and the divine.  she had to chant the entire prayer repeatedly and separately for each individual bead that passed through the string she had previously woven.  it was the traditional way these bracelets were made.        through the repeated thought of the prayer inside her mind, he lingered like a stain that was hard to remove, his hand that gently guided hers keeping her hyper-aware of his presence and of their close proximity. )) 
            
               (( his words lingered in her mind as she continued to chant even as the last bead passed through, her delicate fingers creating the final knot, tightening it with the last of the prayer she had spoken.    synthia guided the finished bracelet to the censer, leaning forward to pass it thrice through it's smoke before leaning back towards him once more, her head turning to the side.  ))
            
                    your presence is required.  in general, these are made without a thought of a specific person in mind, but this one I created with your purpose. it is important you are present for it to be achieved best.  (( a smile graced her rosy lips, her left hand reached for his blindly to gently pull it to her lap before guiding the bracelet through it, it's stiffness wrapping around it, taking his hand's shape as it slowly passed through.  once on, she hummed in cheerful tune.  ))
            
                   now, if you ever need to pray, simply hold it while doing so.  it shall look after you in ways I could never.      (( she spoke, her mind growing more aware of her position than it was before while creating the bracelet, yet her feet stayed still, keeping her in place. ))

((     synthia slowly let herself rest in front of the fire once more, her foot brushing against the discarded logs along the way.   she gently grabbed one,  only to timidly throw it towards the hearth, the fire sizzling as it consumed the log in its' flames.  she sat in front of it once more, letting the overwhelming warmth glide against her skin and exposed hair, its' light, a subtle difference in shade in the black abyss of her world.     minutes, hours, years. it all felt the same to her as she awaited for his return.     his presence stirred her awake from the sleep that had somewhat consumed her then, ash covering the right side of her cheek that was pressed against the side of the hearth's marble that had turned gray through it's neglect.   she could feel him as her heels pressed firmly against the floor, his energy speaking as loud as ever.  he was alone.     grief filled her heart, concern blossoming along with it as she awaited for him to come to her, the unknown space making it difficult for her to navigate through.  she let go of a breath she had not understood she had been holding as he approached, her body shifting closer as the hollowness inside his voice beckoned her with the sound of her name falling from his lips.   she had not understood he had been holding something akin to a can, most probably of food, as she bypassed it, her knees shifting her body close to him, arms wrapping around his frame in a gentle firmness.  her hand gently rubbed his back as she embraced him, her decorum and the space that has always existed between them collapsing by her own hands willingly and eagerly.  ))       
            
                          you did .. everything you were able to.  (( she voice softly, hushed, as if her words could break and harm his skin. she knew not if her words or actions would be able to bring even the slightest bit of solace to his heart, yet she held him still, unmoving, unwavering, awaiting for him to break her hold if he so wished. ))

ABSENCE   《 @LIKAANG 》
                         possessed an intense echo that pulled at her heart and mind.  she knew of his burden of mind, had a hunch of his thoughts, and so grieved silently his going back by himself.     vexed she was towards herself.   towards her slowed powers and towards her overwhelm that she portrayed in front of him.     it was not her desire to put more weight on his burdened mind and heart. ))
              
                   (( the fire run, an unsteady warmth that fluctuated inside the room's hearth.   the smell of dust hang heavy in it, portraying the abandonment of it in her blinded world sufficiently enough.  her bare feet brushed upon the wooden ground of it, dust sticking to her soles as water still clang on her skin.  with a shaky breath she wiped her tears away, pulling herself together, before searching with her hand the chair by her, pausing after feeling the soft material of the cotton dress he had found and provided her with resting upon it.   slowly, she stripped herself of the damp clothing that made cold stick to her bones, leaving herself bare in front of the fire for a moment, letting the warmth caress her skin.  once that moment passed, she swiftly dressed up in the soft and dry dress, it's length reaching just beyond her knees, it's material loose upon her slender, womanly frame, hiding it efficiently enough. ))    
            
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⠀⠀⠀[ a different silence settled upon him then, heavier, edged with a bitterness he did not speak. the absence followed him in, clinging as the salt still did to his skin. his fingers tightened around the metal of the canned food as he brought it toward her. he paused, just short of her, as though the space between them had grown unfamiliar in his absence. ]         
            
            ⠀⠀⠀   ⠀⠀⠀  ⠀⠀⠀   synthia? 

  (( 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?