everblooms: (damn the dark;)
disney princess on a smoke break. ([personal profile] everblooms) wrote in [community profile] aionooc 2022-05-05 10:17 pm (UTC)

back at it again at krispy kreme

[ This guy is hot and cold. The mystery of Childe Tartaglia is deepending by the second, as Aerith studies him. It is a wash of emotion that crashes over her, a near tidal wave of understanding and confusion at once. She picks up on it easily— what is a Cetra, after all, if not an empath of the highest degree? Childe's emotions are like glass splintering then shattering all at one at her feet. Aerith cannot gather the pieces in this moment, but she will surely pour over the puzzle for many weeks to come. Something comes to settle onto her shoulders, heavy but knowing.

Is this jealousy? No, it's complex. Much more so than that, something born out of necessity and cultivation. It's a delicately cared for flower, growing and growing, overtaking... overtaking what? Aerith throws another glance to her rescuer, brows raised but knitted. It might be something like are you seeing this right now, or maybe there's more we can do, isn't there? It'd be hard to tell which, but there's a blooming sense of concern. Whatever Childe's gone through over with the Kenoma seems unnatural, in some sense, or perhaps like it's stunted him in some way. Aerith's expression puckers— while she and Estinien wait for a response from him, it seems like he's submerged then forced out of the water, again. ]


... [ What leaves Aerith isn't a sigh or condemnation. The difference between the pair of them runs deeper than Pleroma or Kenoma, she thinks. He hadn't been wrong to posture her with a burning sense of faith, even now— even now, she believes in Childe's words. There's something more to unravel here, but it is sliced in half. Another time, she thinks, and she'll ask him about himself. Right now, she thinks he's been knocked unbalanced enough, and either he's had to work hard to set himself right... or someone else did. ]

You're not that slick, mister. [ It's an idle comment, accented with a turn of her head. She returns to Estinien, offering him help up onto his feet. They're not welcome here, anymore, and she's not one for dawdling where she shouldn't. He's already shown himself to be powerful. ] I'll ask about it all another time.

[ So there, is implied. She keeps the clothing in her arms, pressed to her chest. Everyone is a person made from circumstance. It's how you build yourself under those circumstances that matters; and even then, can't you always repot a plant? Roots can be saved, can be cleaned. Sometimes, all you need is a fresh start. ]

So remember me, got it? Aerith. And your buddy Estinien here. [ He can deny they have a history all he wants, but Aerith knows a bitter acquaintance when she sees it. ] Thanks for the clothes. I'll be keeping them.

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