[Trials. Executions. That’s right, Furina was a god in her homeland.]
[Theres a part of Rose that feels envious that her friend hasn’t seen the destruction and death that she has, but that part is quickly outweighed by relief. Furina deserves much better.]
[Rose simply collapses into her friend. It’s been a long day.]
Takame, at least I think. He—-he got up after, but I ran over to him when he was hit. There’s no way he survived, no way he should have survived.
[And then, after a bit:]
Of course, I’m happy he’s still here, but——I’m worried. Worried something happened.
[ no, she never bore witness to those sentenced to death but her dreams were always filled with the death of her country and the prophecy that hung over her head. the prophecy she was powerless to prevent.
Furina takes her weight happily, guiding them both down to the couch and pulling her friend in close. one hand settles in her hair while the other tugs her in to rest against Furina's chest-- just as Wriothesley has held her during nights where the city was battered by vicious storms.
the news to Takame's death sits uncomfortably on her shoulders and she frowns, gentle fingers carding through her friend's hair stilling for a moment. ]
Takame? [ her chest tightens and anxiety begins to claw up her throat. ] I am sure there is magic out there that could easily pull off such a miracle. Is the how so important? Or did something else happen to make you worry so?
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[Theres a part of Rose that feels envious that her friend hasn’t seen the destruction and death that she has, but that part is quickly outweighed by relief. Furina deserves much better.]
[Rose simply collapses into her friend. It’s been a long day.]
Takame, at least I think. He—-he got up after, but I ran over to him when he was hit. There’s no way he survived, no way he should have survived.
[And then, after a bit:]
Of course, I’m happy he’s still here, but——I’m worried. Worried something happened.
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Furina takes her weight happily, guiding them both down to the couch and pulling her friend in close. one hand settles in her hair while the other tugs her in to rest against Furina's chest-- just as Wriothesley has held her during nights where the city was battered by vicious storms.
the news to Takame's death sits uncomfortably on her shoulders and she frowns, gentle fingers carding through her friend's hair stilling for a moment. ]
Takame? [ her chest tightens and anxiety begins to claw up her throat. ] I am sure there is magic out there that could easily pull off such a miracle. Is the how so important? Or did something else happen to make you worry so?