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|| Still Into you || Paramore ||
γΙΞΉΞ±ΖΟgΟ Ρ cΟΖΟΡ: #CD5C5C β ΡΠ½ΟΟ gΠ½Ρ cΟΖΟΡ #C5E3BFγ
|| Still Into you || Paramore ||
The sun and moon, light and darkness, there were so many things going into this delicate mural created by nature. The first thing Cress had the soldiers do wa overturn the dirt, plow it and mix it with the rich soil that came from the bags. "We need to integrate the sand so that the plants know and won't reject it." Cress explained. There were less citizens in this area, it was more of a shopping center really. The markets were slow today, giving them the perfect opportunity to plant. Cress was feeling a little dizzy, but she waved it off as she knelt to the ground, testing the soil. Thyella came over with a water bottle and a simple command. "Drink," Cress laughed but didn't resist. "Aren't I supposed to be the one in charge?" She asked, seeing Aya stretch.
"Aya, you hardly did anything and you're already taking a break!" Cress called teasingly. Before she let anyone plant, she gathered the knights around so that everyone would know what the plan was. "We'll be planting starlight petunias in the center, let's work in the middle since that's the hardest part and then from there we'll go out." Heron tapped her on the shoulder then, in her fist was a shirt that led down to a little boy. "Heron, put him down!" Cress said, sighing. She knelt to the child's height, but he tried to lash out. Heron grabbed him, keeping his nails from digging into Cress's skin. Still, Cress shuffled a little bit closer, making sure to look him in the eyes.
"Hello there," Cress said gently. His clothes were torn, his feet bare. His hair was slightly matted and he had an open wound on his cheek. "What's your name?" Cress asked gently, but instead of receiving an answer, the child quickly lashed out. "It's your fault! It's your fault dad never came back!" He hissed, kicking and screaming as Heron kept him back. Cress reached out, hugging the dirty child against her. He stilled in her arms, an instinct most children had when being hugged that she was taking full advantage of. "It hurts doesn't it?" Cress asked, it wasn't the first time she had dealt with an angry child. The child stiffened, then, slowly, broke down. Cress had that sort of effect on people, the calming one that made you want to tell her your inner most thoughts. She never knew where it came from, but she liked to think her dad, her birth father Azel, had given it to her.
Cress patted his back as he soaked her shoulder with tears. "I lost my dad too," Cress said slowly, holding him out to look at him. "They're not gone though," she shook her head, a sad smile on her face. "You know where they are?" He shook his head and Cress poked him, right over his heart. "The pain fades over time but the memories don't." Someone managed to push their way through the knights, a clearly distraught mother dressed in rags. They were both skinny, it was clear that without the income of her husband, the little family had struggled. "I apologize Princess," she knelt to the ground, her body quivering slightly. "Please, don't do that." Cress plopped down in the dirt to get to the woman's level. The woman looked up, in clear shock. Cress grinned, "I'm just like you, but my name's a little different. That doesn't mean I'm any better." She took the son's hand. "We're probably a lot more alike than any Princess. After all, what kind of noble spends their time playing with dirt?"
Cress gestured to Thyella, who brought over food and water for the two of them. "Give them a bag Thyella, we've got plenty of food." So Thyella packed a bag, putting in food and water and handing it to the mother. "I remember what it was like, the sadness and frustration. I blamed myself a lot, I was selfish, wanting to believe it was my fault." Her red eyes were alight with a mix of emotions, "Let me tell you, it's not your fault. He died protecting what he loved and in the end that's what matters most." The woman cried and hugged her, Cress still felt selfish though. She wasn't doing this out of the goodness of her heart, Cress was doing it to make herself feel better about all of those she had lost.
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|| I'm on Top of the World|| Imagine Dragons ||
γΙΞΉΞ±ΖΟgΟ Ρ cΟΖΟΡ: #FFAEB9 β ΡΠ½ΟΟ gΠ½Ρ cΟΖΟΡ #63D1F4γ
|| I'm on Top of the World|| Imagine Dragons ||
Nee wanted Shiro to make it stop, she wanted her to take the pain away. So Shiro tried, she gave Nee a kiss, hoping that would clear her mind. She broke through the ball Nee had rolled up into and snuggled against her, locking their lips, hoping that it would clear up Nee's mind for now. Shiro hated seeing Nee so weak, her idol, the girl that was perfect in her eyes, was shaking and scared and it made Shiro scared too. "It's okay, it'll be okay." Shiro said, wiping the tears that sprung into her crystal blue orbs. "It has to be okay, we'll be happy, don't worry, just wait a little longer." Shiro pleaded, her voice wobbling. She wasn't sure she could hold herself together much longer, not with Nee like this. "Please, just wait a little bit more." She knew trying to share Ellis wouldn't help, especially since Nee had said that Shiro was her Ellis. Should she try letting Nee use her pacifier? But Shiro had a feeling that it wouldn't do the trick either.
Xion and Corren came down, the two of them looking at the message of the live video feed. "We'll protect her," Xion assured Nee. "Cress is safe, don't worry." There was no need to make Nee suffer anymore and Shiro gave them a pleading look. Xion rang someone, Itward no doubt. "I need all Tartarian units on high alert, we've got an orange level threat." She repeated herself into the holo, then hung up. "If they have eyes on Cress, no doubt they have eyes around here too." She turned to Corren who looked like he was holding back something. "I think Queen Narcia would benefit from therapy, this is clearly PTSD triggered by those posters." He didn't look too happy about it, no doubt regretting not making her go earlier during her first breakdown. "I'd like to start later today if at all possible." Shiro looked between the two, "You'll take care of Nee right? You won't let them hurt Cress?" Xion and Corren nodded at the same time.
Nee began to undress herself right then in the lobby of the palace. [color=#FFAEB9]"Nee!" Shiro squeaked and Xion knelt down, lifting Nee up. Corren picked up the dress, blanketing it over Nee to keep her covered. "Let's move to the bedroom, something like that shouldn't be done just anywhere." Xion said and Shiro followed, staying close until they reached the bedroom that belonged to Nee. The door opened, Xion placed Nee on her bed and hung up the dress in the closet. It was only after they left that Shiro wiggled out of her clothing, depositing her little heeled shoes by the closet. "I'm coming Nee," Shiro said, "Just a little longer." She placed her crown in its box on the night stand, undoing the ribbon around her neck and placing that there as well. She deposited Ellis beside it, turning him away from the bed.
"I'm here," Shiro wriggled out of her panties, climbing onto the bed. "I'll make it go away, I'll override it, just like you did for me." Shiro smiled, she pressed her lips against Nee's, her tongue gently exploring Nee's mouth. Shiro moved down, leaving love marks, trying to bring Nee out of it. Normally, a few minutes in, Nee would take control and Shiro was sort of lost without her guidance. She would do her best though, to overwrite it, to make Nee feel better. Shiro wanted to be the best she could be for her lover's sake. Nee was always so good to her, so Shiro had to do the same in kind.