21. Listening to someone’s heartbeat —Data to Stella after the Vault
Stella's breath came in labored gasps as she hurriedly ascended the stairs leading to the vault. Data had departed several hours prior with the intention of confronting Thordan VII. In this encounter, she knew that he would inevitably confront the deep grief resulting from the loss of Haurchefant. Data would undoubtedly exert his utmost effort to maintain a facade of strength for the people, but the Au Ra knew him too well. She knew that his heart was already succumbing to the weight of anguish. This event was beyond her control, as hard as that was to admit. Which, made it impossible for her to prevent it or even forewarn him. It wasn't her place to mess with the timeline, no matter how much she wished to shield Data from all the pain he would face across his own journey.
With a gradual motion, her hand tightened into a firm fist, corresponding with the onset of rain cascading upon her form. Even now, she retains vivid memories of the rainfall that fell upon her on the very same day. Reaching up, she touched the red blossom necklace laying against her neck. The rapid beating of her heart almost made it hard to breathe. That all seemed insignificant though, once Stella spotted Data. There he was perched upon the staircase, his face hidden behind a cascade of brown hair. She quickly realized that he had indeed already been crying, presumably choosing to wait until the other Scions had departed before allowing his emotions to surface. It was how it always had been for them as Warriors of Light.
The world’s expected them to demonstrate great strength and resilience in the face of numerous challenges. To guide this world in the way of light, yet did anyone stop and realize that they were also human? With their own thoughts, feelings and pain? Silently, she settled herself beside him and tenderly drew his head towards her chest. The rhythmic pulsation of her heart resembled a melodious lullaby, soothing and captivating.
"Data," Stella whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the turmoil of all the emotions. Tears teetered on the edges of her eyes. It was becoming difficult to keep them surpassed, but taking care of Data took precedence over her personal emotions. Right now, he was hurting and needed her support.
In light of her intimate understanding of the severe anguish that lay ahead, how could she offer solace to him? The weight of guilt and self-blame that he was bound to place on his own heart. So many would say it wasn't his fault, and he would try and force a smile. Simply burying how he truly felt deep in his own heart.
Stella vividly remembered enduring prolonged periods of fasting, secluding herself within the confines of her room and rarely emerging, except when her presence was required. Despite the circumstances, it became evident that the Warrior of Light was severely limited in her physical mobility. She was rendered weak by exhaustion and hunger to concentrate on her duties. The situation had deteriorated to such an extent that Alphinaud identified it necessary to gently encourage her to take in nourishment. However, it wasn't until she experienced the echo of G'raha's voice summoning her within the realm of dreams that she mustered the strength to keep going. Regardless of the tremendous suffering it caused, she had to persevere and carry out her duty as the Warrior of Light.
At that moment, talking seemed inadequate, and so she cradled Data against her chest in silence. With the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat providing solace, she relied on its familiar presence, trusting it to bring the other solace once again. Deep down, hoping it would serve as a means to keep Data grounded, enabling him to rely on her and reveal the emotions he concealed from everyone else.
With a tender touch, she delicately placed her head upon his, while his arms enveloped her waist. As they sought refuge beneath the protective canopy of the building, the relentless downpour persisted, drenching the surroundings. Given the current conditions, it is highly probable that the two individuals would succumb to a cold if they were to continue staying outside. With a gentle motion, she tenderly cradled Data's face, his eyes inflamed from weeping, while tears persisted in tracing their path along his sun-kissed cheeks.
"Data, it’s important that you take a nice shower, and we get a fresh set of garments for you. I understand that it's the last thing you want to do right now..but I won't have you getting sick. “
A part of Stella wasn't sure if Data would heed her advice and follow her back to the Forgotten Knight, or if his aching heart wished to remain here. She wouldn't blame him if he did, but just feeling how badly the brunet was shaking against her worried the pink haired Au Ra a lot. A soft gasp escaped her lips, as she felt him nuzzle against her chest. His hands clenching at her shirt, as tears fell from his face onto her own skin.
I'm sorry...that I couldn't prevent you from suffering this, too...
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i know roman was the one dressed as phantom of the opera but
phantom of the opera remus who is in love with opera singer roman but only ever visits him in a mask
roman who worked so hard to get where he is and become famous and claw his way up from being worried about his next meal and is now world famous
remus writing him music and complimenting his arias and playing piano accompanyment in the quiet of the otherwise empty opera house at night
and roman says "please i love you, may i see your face"
and remus says "if you love me, never that"
and theyre happy and they kiss and fall deeper in love, fall into each other's lives and orbits and minds like its inevitable
remus has been following his career since practically his first tryouts and practice, even if he only approached roman later. he's seen sketches of himself tucked among remus' sheet music that show him young and gangly and nervous. roman wonders what he did to deserve to catch remus' attention.
but eventually the curiosity burns at him enough that while remus sleeps he lifts the mask and-
its a copy of his own face, slack in dreaming but so undeniable in its evidence
he remembers remus saying "if you want to love me, dont look" and he wishes visciously that he had heeded that warning
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I feel like gender and romantic love have a lot of similarities, in that
A. Both of them are heavily emphasized, publicized, and politicized in our society, though the reality of them is extremely personal
B. They are equally real and social constructs
C. The majority of people seem to believe that you can’t go your whole life without one, or that you can’t have multiple at once, though these things are very natural and possible
D. People have a lot of trouble giving an exact definition of either
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