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|| Still Into you || Paramore ||
γΙΞΉΞ±ΖΟgΟ Ρ cΟΖΟΡ: #CD5C5C β ΡΠ½ΟΟ gΠ½Ρ cΟΖΟΡ #C5E3BFγ
|| Still Into you || Paramore ||
Cress looked up when Aya started speaking, she was in the dirt, working the soil a bit more and sprinkling water on it. Thyella kept bugging her, reminding her to drink water and when she wasn't doing that she was speaking with Otherus about something Cress couldn't hear. Heron was on her other side, seeming more stiff and alert than usual. "I remember my first day on the Rubble Tier." Cress said fondly, looking at the sapling she was holding in her hands. "I was so confused, I woke up in a junkyard after having gotten hit by lightning only to be pinned under some machinery with a broken leg." Yes, Cress recalled her leg being broken at such an odd angle. "Everything about the situation was weird, like a dream. Sometimes I still think it is."
Some days Cress would wake up feeling disoriented, wondering where she was, how she had gotten there, and then remembering everything that had happened. There was no more earth, no more fake earth family. Even if Cress ever did get the chance to go back there was no longer a spot for her on the planet she loved so much. Her mother, the one that had raised her, her brothers, the ones that had teased her and beat her up and then beat up any boys that got too close; it was too late to go back to them. If Cress went back, she would make things awkward, she would be a burden trying to fit into a world that had moved on without her. No, Cress didn't want to be that burden, so Cress had chosen to stay here in Ourania, on the Eastern Continent that she and her sister were working so hard to unite.
"It's nostalgic, isn't it?" Aya turned to her then, thanking her in sincerity for fixing up the Rubble Tier. Cress grinned, "I told you, it wasn't me." Heron nudged her in the ribs, "Just take the compliment." She said and so Cress sighed, feeling a bit uncomfortable at claiming a compliment. "It was no problem, I was just sharing what I love." Cress poked a finger into the dirt, putting in a seed and covering it back up. She poked a few more fingers. "People are like flowers, I think." Cress said, "We start out small, turn into saplings, and with proper love and care, we blossom. Without that attention, we wilt and wither." She sprinkled water over the seeds, feeling a certain warmth. "This one is for Riana, as thanks for giving me the tools to help the people."
Two people approached her then, two familiar faces that had been talking in the corner while not bugging Cress to drink water. They knelt to the ground, their heads bowed. Cress herself was kneeling in the dirt, but she remembered to sit up a little bit straighter. Cress blushed, waving her hands when they called her a kind person. "Oh, not at all." She said, shaking her head. "I'm just doing what I love, I'm more selfish than you think." Cress wasn't doing it for the benefit of anyone other than herself. Sure it was nice that it helped people, but in truth, Cress had always wanted to take on such a big project. She used to have dreams as a child to plant something beautiful like this could rival Dream Land or the Rose Bowl. "I think that's a great idea," Cress smiled.
"I'm sure Princess Una will be honored to see the paths you both have chosen." Cress reached out, realizing something. The decorative bands around their necks weren't bands at all. The collars clattered to the ground and the fiery princess smiled once more. "You're free." She said, remembering the feeling of her collar being removed. Cress still had a few scars from it, ones that had faded to match the color of her skin and were only visible if you were looking for them. Burn marks from Itward's game, a needle to silence her from her birth mother. "Your future, from here on out, is what you decide. If this is what you want, then I'll support you to the best of my ability." It was the last thing that Cress could do for Una, the Princess who had lived through a tragedy.
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|| I'm on Top of the World|| Imagine Dragons ||
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|| I'm on Top of the World|| Imagine Dragons ||
Shiro nodded her head, she couldn't promise happiness, but she could at least promise this for Nee. That it would be okay, as long as the two girls were able to be together like this, hand in hand, loving one another in a way that no one else could. Shiro did her best, but Nee wasn't responding and it was scaring Shiro. What was wrong? Was Shiro not being loving enough? Had Nee gotten bored of her? Shiro felt so insecurer in that moment until Nee began to respond, to return kisses, to take control like she always did. It was easy to relent control, to give Nee the thing that she wanted most. It was heaven for the both of them, a throbbing that released them from the problems of life. Shiro panted, laying beside Nee, the girl she loved most in the world.
Nee apologized, apologizing for breaking. People weren't perfect, they weren't idols, but to Shiro, seeing Nee like that, so scared, it cemented their relationship. "It's okay, being able to feel like that makes you more perfect in my eyes." Shiro said. "It'd be scary if you never cried or got scared, it'd make me think you were more a Goddess than human." Shiro whispered, her head on Nee's chest. The two were wearing nothing, laying underneath a blanket together. Nee thanked Shiro for saving her, but Shiro shook her head. "You're the one who saved me," Shiro admitted, "Even now, you still do." Nee saved her from the bad in the world. She saved Shiro from bad people and things, acts of cruelty. She saved Shiro from Narina not once, but twice.
Nee was crying again and Shiro felt tears well up in her own eyes. "You're still perfect," Shiro smiled,"Because sometimes being perfect means being exactly who you are." Who cares if Nee had her ice? To Shiro she would always be warm like the sun, even if she froze over again, to Shiro, Nee would be like cold lemonade on a hot summer day. "I'm not perfect either," Shiro shook her head. "I cry a lot and I get nervous in front of crowds." Not to mention she tinkled far too often to ever truly be considered a big girl. "But you always tell me I'm perfect." It was true wasn't it? That flaws were what made people humans?
There was a sound from her holo. Shiro reached out for it, seeing a message from Corren. "Corren wants you to start therapy right away," Shiro said, reading the message on the display. "He thinks it would help the PTSD that you would benefit a lot from it." Shiro didn't know the specifics, but she knew there was a lot on Nee's mind, especially since she was the Queen of Ashia Palace. When Shiro was Queen too, would she have to go to therapy? Maybe the two of them could do it together? Shiro didn't know what therapy entailed, but in her mind, she imagined plenty of stuffed animal hugging and coloring books. "If you want, I can go with you?" Although Corren would no doubt want Nee to go at it alone with him.