Aurora - Rean Heart

[awakenerd]

You float in a void--darkness around you, above, below, in every direction, nothing. You stand on nothing, you even breathe nothing. But you do not feel in danger, you are not suffocating. You are simply existing in… Nothing.

Crow | Towa | Dusk | 80H | Rufus

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[awakenerd]

"...I appreciate it..."

1/3

[voreaciously]

She thinks once more, imagines a beautiful blue lake where they are, something before all the graves begin. In the lake are many types of fish, easy catches and incredibly challenging ones.

She also imagines all the gear he will need, including a rod, and this is where she gets incredibly particular: the power of the chains, now rings, will now be in the rod and he will not be able to move without the rod, it must be held or withing three feet of him at all times. (He might not feel like fishing on a rare occasion!), unless he is in the house, in which case, chain transference will be to the house itself

It will keep him put in place of the rod, so he can move about more freely without a fucking fishing rod all the time. He also, as before, cannot leave the bounds of this place.

Not until he breaks the curse, doing what he set out to do.

She continues and the scenery around them shifts even more: they're now in a well-built, cozy cabin with comfortable seating and nice tables, a good fireplace, a wall rack for even more fishing gear! And a bookshelf with pictures of Randy and Crow. There are other trappings to make this place really warm and welcoming.

"There. That should do."

[voreaciously]

"Oh, I almost forgot."

3/3

[voreaciously]

She adds a sign outside the cabin "Rean's Rage Lives Here, Please do not free under any circumstance. Thank you.

(Yes, I know, but it is true.)"

"There. Now I think it's done."

[awakenerd]

All this happens and he just watches, looking perplexed, from the scenery to her, back to the scenery, to her, back.

He's having a hard time coming to terms with such a drastic shift, but not because he hates it.

"...."

Certainly the air is clearer, it's not so oppressive, it seems more peaceful and gentle here and certainly more comfortable.

[voreaciously]

She feels anxious, suddenly.

"I-I can change it, if you do not like it...ah, what would you prefer? I should have asked you that first, my apologies."

[awakenerd]

"No.... No this is..." Perfect "Fine."

[voreaciously]

She's trying to keep her feelings in check because she doesn't want to alter the soulscape but it's challenging.

"You would tell me if it were not, yes?"

Objectively, she thinks it must be better than before, with nothing but corpses and misery for company, but she doesn't want to do the bare minimum, does not want to be mediocre.

[awakenerd]

Sorry you're like at the one part of Rean that's more tsun than dere.

"I said it's fine."

A little grudgingly he reaches up to pat her head.

"You worked hard, I appreciate it."

1/2

[voreaciously]

!!!

[voreaciously]

She's just blushing scarlet, right now, not at all fighting against those pats.

"A-ah, w-well, it was nothing, really...I am glad you like it."

Just like mmmmmmonths of work, but it's fine it's whatever.

[awakenerd]

He looks at her, pat pat... then looks away, a little red himself. Ugh. And still all puffy from crying.

"Yeah... ...Thanks."

[voreaciously]

"You are most welcome."

A beat, two.

"You a little puffy."

[awakenerd]

"That happens when you cry."

Tsun.

[voreaciously]

"Oh, is it?"

Hard to tell if she's telling the truth or just full of shit.

"I cannot relate."

Hm.

[awakenerd]

"Yeah I bet you don't even get a swollen face."

[voreaciously]

He's so pouty. "I could fix it, but you are really cute, this way."

[awakenerd]

"Excuse me?!"

[voreaciously]

"I do not believe I stuttered."

[awakenerd]

"....Of course you didn't, you have perfect diction."

[voreaciously]

"So kind of you to notice."

Man, this is fun.

She wants to fish with him, though, or something, but teasing him is really good. Who knew! (Crow, probably.)

But she does take a gently glowing blue thumb and wipes the tearstains from his face, at the very least.

[awakenerd]

He looks better with her help! Still grumpy.

"We can fish. If you want."

GRUDGINGLY.

[voreaciously]

But she didn't--oh right, her thoughts. It takes her less than a moment to realise and remember.

Oh, that means he must be hearing all her thoughts about how cute and charming he is like this, what good grump. This side of him is Pretty Good, actually.

"Ah. Very well, then."

[awakenerd]

He knows she's having fun!! HOW DARE.

He grumbles and picks up the fishing rod and goes to where it looks like this is a good spot or whatever.

[voreaciously]

She gets her own rod and picks a spot close to him, leaving enough room between them.

Ahhh, worth it.

She casts a line, but keeps her thoughts carefully blank, letting the setting take its course for her. She doesn't want her fishing to be predictable, after all.