Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
a sense of absence slowly stirred him awake. as always, nimat greeted the day with some measure of confusion, but he was that much more lost at the absence of an alarm to wake him. six days of the week he was trained to the idea that there was something he had to wake up for, so he defaulted to that urgent mindset. even on his leisure days he tended to wake himself up in the morning, if only to keep some semblance of structure in his life; putting everything together, he promptly shot upright, figuring he must have accidentally slept through.
no such thing. it was saturday, according to the digital display on his bedside, and still quite early in the morning to top it off.
he was in a bed, too. that was weird. he had grown so used to passing out at his desk that anything else was abnormal at this point. still in his haze, he failed to explain everything to himself, but the site of his own name bare on his wrist was what brought everything together like needle and thread. oh yeah. regel.
even reflecting on the night, short as it had been, made his face heat up. if not for fear of falling back asleep, he would have loved to bury his head in the pillows again. as soon as the memories returned, he wondered how they had ever slipped his mind in the first place. what had happened probably wouldn't have been remarkable by anyone else's standards―maybe not even regel's, he warned himself―but it was still a landmark that he wouldn't be forgetting any time soon.
it had been as innocent as anything else that night had been―they had just slept―but despite his exhaustion, it was all too overwhelming for any hope of sleep. all toll, he had probably gotten about forty-five minutes, but he had stopped checking the clock when she had latched onto him.
he looked to the side of the bed where she had been a few hours ago, but he didn't have to see that it was empty to know that she wasn't there. ears swiveling around on his head like satellites, he listened for any sign of her in the apartment. no dice.
nimat knew not to get his hopes up, but for once, he tried to keep himself from being crushed out of nowhere, too. who knew what her reasons were for leaving? he felt pathetic trying to rationalize everything, but he didn't want to be negative so early on a saturday morning. maybe she had work? school? did she even go to school? something. there must have been something. he had nothing solid to lean on, but his own invented excuses were as good as it was going to get.
dragging himself out of bed, he figured he should at least get his day started, but with how quickly he had woken up, he was still lagging. brushing his teeth and getting all of that out of the way, he wandered into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and leaning against the frame. every time he did this, despite never properly stocking it, he had some prayer that just maybe there would be something edible waiting for him.
while the freezer was full of frozen dinners―dinners being the key word―the fridge was mostly empty at this point. he looked at the napkin-wrapped corndog remnant on the top shelf, considering it, but making no move to obtain it. he wasn't sure he was prepared for that disappointment yet,
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in one of the stars i shall be living. in one of them i shall be laughing. and it will be as if all the stars were laughing when you look up at the night
Notes: stupid awkward idiot
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she had left the front door unlocked when she left. realizing it could be dangerous, even on a place like selene, regel tried to make her trip fast, flying down the stairs as fast as a healing ankle would allow. though, truth be told, for all of nimat's concern the ankle was pretty okay. she planned to try some silks later that day.
quietly letting herself back in, regel was surprised to find a shadow in the kitchen. in the short time she had been gone (a quick glance at the clock said ten minutes), her fighter had woken up. the dancer paused just outside the kitchen, wondering if she would still be welcome here. holding her possessions behind her back, she wondered if she was jumping the gun.
drawing on feelings from the night before (electric, as she'd never felt before), the dancer tried to reason with herself. she didn't want to lose what they had so soon. if they had anything to begin with. she still had to make her good impression. suddenly, the bacon and eggs seemed meager. she should make something. maybe pancakes or omelettes or—
the only things breakfast worthy in her apartment were bacon and eggs. a store run would have taken too long. better something than nothing, she told herself, walking as casually as she could into the kitchen. nimat was staring into his freezer and regel remember the frozen dinners she saw in there. definitely better than that.
"good morning," she glanced around for a pan, trying to take stock of anything she could use. "i— i thought i'd make breakfast. you like bacon and eggs?" it was unnerving. it shouldn't be but it was. standing in the middle of his kitchen, regel felt out of place.
nimat leaned sleepily against the open refrigerator door, still dozing off after forcing himself so quickly out of bed. it was nice to not have any occasion rushing him out the door; being able to drag one's self around their apartment like a slug was a luxury he guessed most people took for granted. it didn't last very long: in his haze, though barely, he registered the sound of his door opening in from the hall.
rousing at the rare sound, he glanced over, ears swiveling to attention. it had made sense to him that regel left, but the idea that she had come back on her own was enough to confuse and amaze him, let alone so soon. while he was still drowsy, he was as alert as he was capable of being at the moment.
it all at once occurred to him the state he was in. fresh out of bed, hair mussed, teeth not yet brushed, sleep still in his eyes. his tail sprung practically parallel to his back, fur on end as he instinctively―stupidly―ducked behind the fridge door. oh, god, that was even worse, what an idiot, what was he even doing―
not a second later he was leaning back out for a double take. there was something in her hands, behind her back, but definitely there. he didn't want to get his hopes up, but as she made her way into the kitchen, he watched with zeal bordering on religious. oooh. oooooh. oooooh.
good morning.
it was food. unaware that she had discovered the pathetic contents of his own stock, he closed the doors of the appliance urgently behind him as she came into closer quarters. nimat would always hesitate to assume, but she had left to get food and brought it back here― it wasn't too bold of him to assume some of that was for him, right?
i thought i'd make breakfast. you like bacon and eggs?
his tail had already relaxed to a slow swing behind his knees, but at this point it picked up to an excited thrash. beautiful, sweet, merciful woman. he spent several seconds nodding before it occurred to him to open his mouth.
"yes― good morning― yes. yes, i like them. sorry― thank you―" it was too early to form sentences. he did feel some shame with regards to the matter; he figured he should tell her she shouldn't have, or at least offer to help, but he knew he was no cook and something resembling a proper meal wasn't something he was selfless enough to turn down now that it was before him. he would find some way to make it up to her.
tagged: waifu notes: i'm using this temp bc i'm too lazy to adjust the good one to the new skin zzz srry i'll fix it later // we're both grey and blue now tho ayyy
in one of the stars i shall be living. in one of them i shall be laughing. and it will be as if all the stars were laughing when you look up at the night
Notes: disgusting
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[attr="class","fff"]regel almost laughed at nimat. the words tumbling out of nimat's mouth did make her crack a smile. the boy was a sight to see; she thought he could have curled up right there on the floor and gone back to sleep. instead she abstained— nimat seemed a little insecure to her, and laughter would surely upset him. she didn't want to do so so early in the morning. or ever, she realized, as a warm feeling spread through her body. leaving her things on the nearest counter, she went over to where the sleepy boy stood. he looked like he had just rolled out of bed. head mussed, clothes still askew, droopy eyes—
it suddenly occurred to regel that she must be in a similar state. she took a little step back, hoping her morning breath was not repulsive. "why don't you go wake up," she suggested, giving him a little nudge. regel had the the to ruffle his hair or rubs his ears but decided not to. "breakfast will be ready by then."then we should talk, the unspoken words hung in the air. she could also use the time to make herself look more presentable.
feeling a little more confidant now, regel left nimat to make his own decision. she felt a little strange rummaging through his cabinets— nimat was her host after all and going through his things like so felt rude. regel tried to take comfort in that nimat seemed excited for the food. watching his tail swing back and forth had reminded her more of a happy dog than a cat.
cooking was almost second nature to her now. though her mother was not a very good mother by any stretch, but that woman can cook and her skills had been passed to both her children.however, bacon and eggs took hardly any skill at all. regel could almost do it in her sleep.
digging a pan and a spatula out, regel helped herself to the stove. hoping that nimat was hungry, she emptied the whole package into the pan. if he wasn't, he could always save it for another day. turning the stove on medium heat so it cooked slower, she headed to the sink, washing her hands before teasing knots out of her hair with wet fingers. there was nothing regel could do about her morning breath but not talk directly in his face and hope it wasn't terribly bad.
returning to the stove, she flipped the bacon and pushed it the side of the pan. cracking her eggs and watching them cook in the medium heat, regel realized she hadn't asked nimat how he liked them. over medium, she decided after a moment's consideration.
regel had been busying herself with the food but now that it was almost finished, she was forced to think again. turning over the events of the past week in her head, regel's mind automatically wandered to the name on her neck. she gingerly touched it with her finger, feeling strange that it was exposed, but not feeling exposed. she thought she could be confidant that nimat would not turn her away, and the thought felt like letting go of a breath she had been holding for a life time. maybe. maybe.. maybe—
it was true that her benign reaction had done him some good; he recovered more quickly than he would have otherwise. if he knew the deliberation in her restraint he would have appreciated it, but it was even better that he didn't have to give it any thought at all. his focus had been on the idea of his own appearance, but now that he had had some time to adjust to her being in his company again, he realized she looked just the same. unlike him, she wore it well, but that wasn't saying much; he had seen her in a broad enough variety of situations at this point that he could say with certainty he'd think she was lovely even if she dressed herself in garbage bags.
why don't you go wake up? breakfast will be ready by then.
"yeah— excuse me." despite his realization that they were in the same boat, he felt blessed to be dismissed from the room. even if he had managed to make himself comfortable as he was, he would feel a million dollars better after he'd cleaned up and changed his clothes. he felt bad leaving her to it, but she seemed to be finding her way around well enough. he put his confidence into the idea that she'd find a way to work it out and quickly absconded with what was left of his pride, but not before putting on a pot of coffee to percolate.
the shower did a lot to wake him up as it was; he wasn't sure how long it usually took a person to make breakfast, but he made quick (though thorough) work of the task, just in case. not fifteen minutes later he was drying off and slipping into a fresh pair of clothes: still pajamas, though. he doubted there was anything that could make him wear real pants in his own home.
satisfied that he smelled like flowery shampoo and fabric softener, he gave himself a few minutes to brush his teeth. only one thing left to do at this point; out of habit, he found himself reaching for the concealer that sat in a small basket off to the side, pulling up his left sleeve. before he could get any further, he stopped himself, realizing exactly what he was doing. after the events of the previous night, it was impossible to go without considering that the situation had changed.
cherished. without removing his hand he set the makeup down on the counter, drumming on the glass thoughtfully with the tips of his fingernails. before now, he wouldn't have given the idea the time of day, but he wondered if maybe he should just... leave it. it was true that the name still stared up at him, and it was definitely still true that it maintained its negative connotations, but in the span of just a week, so many things had changed already. in the end, really, what was the worst thing that could happen? before he could talk himself out of it he practically tossed the stuff back where it had come from.
as soon as he opened the bathroom door again, the smell of food was calling him from the kitchen. it was hard to say the last time he had anticipated something like this so much, but still, he found himself hesitating in the doorway. this was as good as her kitchen now, the way he saw it; she had come in and established her role as queen. if the food wasn't ready he didn't want to disturb her, but— oh, he would have settled for even looking at it—
he finally forced himself through the doorway, distracting himself by making a beeline for the coffee pot and pouring himself a cup. dropping a straw in it as he always did with no concern for how square it made him look, he took a sip right away, giving his taste buds at least something to work with. "how's everything coming along?"
tagged: waifu notes: this is the most useless post i've ever made i think i'm srry // that total lack of interaction tho gg
in one of the stars i shall be living. in one of them i shall be laughing. and it will be as if all the stars were laughing when you look up at the night
Notes: rege is disgusting get her away from me
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[attr="class","fff"]she was plating their breakfast when nimat reappeared. cooking breakfast for two was strange. a lot about this morning was strange. she was in someone else's apartment for one. the other person was her fighter for another. regel thought of the word on her neck. cherished. uncovered and out in the open for the first time in her life. of her two previous encounters with nimat where both of them did not know who the other was. it was a strange week. but she wouldn't want to swap it out for anything.
the boy looked awake enough for regel to hand him his bacon and eggs. "all done," she informed him with a smile. having only one table in her apartment, which was usually more or less full of odds and ends, regel had made a habit of eating on the kitchen counter. but this wasn't her apartment. "where are we going to eat?"
waiting for an answer, regel was putting the pan in the sink when she realized how quickly she had invaded nimat's living space. she supposed she should have asked first, but it was too late now. maybe she should apologize. but the deed was already finished. next time, she resolved, next time she would ask first instead of barging in like she owned the place. though, considering nimat was practically salivating, regel figured she wasn't entirely unwelcome in his kitchen. microwave dinners made terrible means after all.
the bigger problem was what she was going to do once they did sit down. regel felt like she had missed some giant memo somewhere. what to do when you met your destined other half, or something like that. love them, she figured; and from what she'd seen of nimat during their brief acquaintance, that would be easy enough. but could he? the thought was depressing. of course not. the prospect of going back to her empty apartment was bleak, and not even the thought of her silks waiting for her seemed exciting. being excited was hard when cruel laughter echoed in the back of her mind.
it was as though the sky had opened up on his life. those were exactly the words he had hoped to hear; he received his plate gratefully. it was a simple interaction, but looking at the bigger picture, nimat was still amazed he wasn't dreaming. he paused for a moment to just smell it— discreetly though, not like, putting his nose in it or anything. he was awake enough to have at least that much awareness of his actions.
where are we going to eat?
that was... a good question actually. he had a dining table, but at the moment, it was covered in books like every other surface in the apartment. he bought himself another few moments by wandering over to his silverware drawer, but upon opening it, turned up empty. oh. he hadn't... run the dishwasher... oh.
from the top of the microwave he pulled a couple of plastic spoons (no more forks) from a small cardboard box. he wasn't proud.
"uh— couch. coffee table." it was a decisive enough answer, though he wished he had taken more time to think on it. it wasn't as though there was really another option unless she wanted to pull up a chair at his desk, but it wasn't like the coffee table wasn't covered in books too. it wasn't as bad as the dining table though, at least.
he lead the way, setting his plate down momentarily to move at least part of the mess to under the table and clear them up some space. this should be good enough, he thought.
now came the issue of actually making conversation. while it was totally an option to sit and eat in silence, he didn't figure that would be appropriate, considering everything that had happened in the past few weeks. it wasn't as though he didn't have anything in mind—he did, very clearly—but he wasn't sure where or how to start in a way that didn't feel intrusive.
he started with the obvious objective. he broke off a piece of bacon and jabbed the yolk of an egg with it before popping it in his mouth. with less composure, his eyes might have watered. "it's so good," the meal in and of itself was no culinary feat but to someone who lived off of things made in a microwave, it was legendary. "you're an angel, thank you, you have no idea."
in one of the stars i shall be living. in one of them i shall be laughing. and it will be as if all the stars were laughing when you look up at the night
Notes: i'm going to barf
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[attr="class","fff"]regel watched nimat with amusement as he received her offering like a gift from god. she followed him around the kitchen with her eyes, before actually following him back to the coffee table. not wanting to mess up his books, lest he had some method to the madness, she waited patiently for him to clear space for them. sitting at the couch, regel felt a sort of deja vu. this happened last night.
the air was a little less tense however, and she was happy to just lean back. not feeling hungry, regel watched nimat dig in. under other circumstances, it would have been creepy, but in that moment she didn't care. for probably the millionth time in half a week, regel thought nimat was adorable.
it's so good. you're an angel, thank you, you have no idea.
she had to chuckle at that. it felt good to be appreciated, even for something as insignificant as a hastily put together breakfast. "you're welcome," she said, not bothering to correct him. she was the furthest thing from an angel, but since nimat said it, regel figured she'd roll with it. the little voice came back trying to dull her euphoria (you're no angel;you're disgusting, disgu—).
"you act like you haven't seen food in years," she laughed, trying to keep the mood light.
he barely even registered that she had said he was welcome, but he was glad for it. it didn't stop him from feeling as though he had imposed on her somehow; for the second time now she had pulled through where he couldn't; paying for their ride on the ferris wheel, and now she had gone so far as to cook him breakfast in his own home. (before that, she had even spent the night, but it was too early in the morning to fluster himself thinking about that.)
you act like you haven't seen food in years.
still unaware that she had discovered his pathetic bachelor rations, he gave a knowing laugh, as though there was some joke she wasn't in on. (his life. the joke was his life.) it wasn't untrue, though. he continued to pick slowly away at the meal, making sure to savor it. he doubted she would be staying over and making him breakfast every day, so there was no knowing the next time he'd get a meal he hadn't made in the microwave. he almost felt a little bit bad for thinking so little of them, since they had gotten him this far, but they absolutely couldn't compare to this. not even close.
"since i had anything good, yeah— you're not wrong," he dipped another piece of bacon in egg yolk and inhaled it. even just with this, he felt as though he was oversharing; he wasn't looking to push her away by hinting at his financial trouble, or worse, his complete lack of domestic aptitude. he wasn't sure when the desire to impress her in particular had gotten to be so strong, but it was definitely there. the fact that she was his sacrifice was probably a big part of it.
his sacrifice. he threw a quick glance at the name exposed on her neck, as if to make sure it was still there. his sacrifice. he had read a negligible amount about true pairs, but even that was enough to give some insight on how this dynamic was supposed to work, and apparently she wasn't the one who was supposed to be doing the favors.
"... we should— uh,"we should talk always had such an accusatory tone regardless of how it was actually intended; he backpedaled hard, freezing up just slightly when he realized he wasn't sure how else to word it. the subject was on his mind now, though, and they had to get to it eventually. he was dying for it, both of anticipation and of nervousness, but he wondered how to bring it up in a sensitive way. "our names— our, uh, name. what do we... do."