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Post by Cion on Nov 29, 2020 21:37:49 GMT
Oh gosh darn it - she had done it again, had she not? Why was it so difficult for Cion to simply let go of a thought or idea and relinquish it for good? Was it perhaps due to her inherent wish to learn from the past and not repeat its mistakes? Or was it that she considered ignorance, willful in particular, unacceptable? No matter the reason, the consequences for her doggedness, involuntary or not, were clear as day. Her darling had stopped savoring their meal, and even her endearing smile had faded from the black muzzle she loved to kiss.
Once more biting her lower lip, her aureate eyes fell on the amber ones of her dearly beloved. Fortunately, after an almost staggering moment of pause, the silver fennec could enjoy a gasp of relief. There was sympathy and support in her sweetheart's voice and expression, which worked wonders against her uncertainty. Sighing calmly, she nodded and took in a deep breath as to muster her courage. Maybe she was making too much of a big deal out of it, but the topic was usually nothing talked openly about. Moreover, it was a novel concept she had herself did not yet entirely grasp.
"First, thank you hun." She shyly expressed her gratitude, chuckling nervously as she was visibly attempting to formulate an appropriate beginning. She was deliberate like that, which at this point was likely no surprise at all anymore. "I was just thinking... about us. Today in particular... you understand?" She explained and asked somewhat rhetorically, confident that her knight in shining armor was clever enough to comprehend what she was referring to. It was not the easiest subject to address, as such intimate togetherness was theirs alone to relish, but in this instance it was not solely concerned with the affectionate duo.
"Don't be alarmed. It's not what you might think." She interrupted herself, clearly not wishing to disquiet the one she held closest to heart in any way. Briefly scratching her chin, she eventually shrugged as she gathered her valor, if only temporarily. "However, I was wondering... since I have witnessed this seemingly new phenomenon of amorous relationships in a friend's friend, my brother and your parental figures... and its effects..." There was another break, trepidation having ceased for genuine curiosity and musing. She had cracked the icy floor beneath her, so why not rupture it in its entirety?
"As it was the case with you and your siblings, Holly in particular from what I've seen... do you think we have affected a digimon that has not yet incarnated through our passion? Moreover, If yes - hypothetically speaking - should this concern us, or not? I'm admittedly not sure, for this is all quite new to me.. and I suppose everyone else, too." She finished her explication, simultaneously feeling a massive weight falling from her chest. Confessedly, she potentially should have inquired aforementioned parents and offspring first, for there was a chance that they had a clear answer.
Then again, Syre was among the few who was raised like a human child was on Earth. If anybody had insight into this, with a willingness to speak openly and truthfully, then her, not? Besides, she wished to learn of her point of view and thoughts.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Dec 2, 2020 18:53:35 GMT
Well, some things didn't need to be met with a smile. Cion's tone seemed both genuine and 'concerned' enough, in a sense, that Syre wanted to meet the fennec seriously. Their relationship couldn't be all built on a bed of soft roses, and occasionally they would have to discuss the thorny details underneath.
And heck, if anyone could meet those troubles with a smile - from disagreements, to taxes, to parsing through difficult choices - Syre would probably meet them with a raised brow.
The topic Cion brought up took a moment for the feline to connect in her head. Cion seemed to dance around the topic slightly, but once it clicked in Syre's head, she felt a warm, pink flush rush right into her cheeks. "Right, that." The BlackGatomon gave a nod, steadying herself as Cion asked those next questions. Indeed, Syre wasn't a reincarnated Digimon, an oddity compared to the number of eggs that appeared at the Village of Beginnings. No, both she and Holly were born through Mikemon and K - and Cion put forth two questions:
Did anything come from their passion? And if so, what was their responsibility as Digimon if it had happened?
"... That's quite a question to ask." Syre didn't seem offended by it, resting her chin against her knuckles, as she pondered that thought through. "Well, I know that Holly and I were still born through the Village of Beginnings. Though, as dad put it, mom's data signal was so unique that it wasn't hard to pick us out of the 'crowd'."
Honestly, it was because of Syre's upbringing that she was putting so much thought into this. Strict family norms were actually a foreign concept to most, and adoptions were far more common than direct parenthood. If Cion asked any other Digimon's opinion, they might have responded that 'there would have been no way to tell', that they would have just been their own Digimon.
But the thought gave Syre some pause.
"Definitely a head-scratcher. Um..." Syre parsed the thought. "Let's put the second question aside for now, we can discuss that later. The first - well. I don't know - but dad's a doctor. He would have a thought or two on how that would work?"
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Post by Cion on Dec 2, 2020 21:59:02 GMT
Quite a question to ask... well, that was certainly one way to put. Nonetheless, it appeared that Cion's initial trepidation had once again been proven pointless; a fact for which she felt a bizarre sense of gratitude. To her fortune and surprise, her dearly beloved had reacted to the questions she posed with womanly tact and admirable poise. Not that she considered Syre fickle or immature - perish the thought, no - but the subject matter was nevertheless touchy and almost outlandish. Her own restlessness was proof of that, which blessedly had given way for a feeling of genuine curiosity and sociability.
Leaning back into her chair, she naturally granted the onyx felidae all the time she needed to gather her thoughts, contemplate them and formulate an answer. Truth be told, the silver fennec was intrigued by any sort of information she eventually received. Her ken pertaining to the novel concept of digital parentage was self-evidently marginal. Therefor, the insight that was available was well-nigh enchanting. "Incarnated in the village... and then picked up." She more or less whispered to herself, finding it astonishing that the signal of an affected core could be determined through what was essentially pure instinct.
Oh dear, this was a lot to process. The idea and sentiments behind such interdependence were of course marvelous, for they were filled with limitless potential. Digimons already had a tendency to form packs, clans, tribes, families and similar social structures for a variety of reasons. Rosewood was probably the best example for paternal and maternal elements inside these groups, and showed the fruits it could yield. Moreover, to the unassuming fox it was clear that bonds of affection were countervailing illnesses within souls. She herself was an outstanding exemplar for that.
Maybe... it was another key - a development towards a harmonious future in which they were no longer labeled monsters, but people. It was wishful thinking, but she liked the notion.
Smiling softly, if not dreamily, Cion allowed her aureate eyes to fall on her comely kitten. Listening and internalizing her closure and suggestion, she nodded approvingly before firmly grasping her cutlery anew. Fair points where made, as there was a certain pointlessness in whatever speculations they came up with. "I'm sure it's a rare occurrence. But I would not mind asking your father. For now however, apologies for disturbing our splendid meal. Let's not dwell on the topic and enjoy what's left of today instead."
With this confident declaration voiced, a rapt grin forming itself on her petite muzzle, she decided to savor the present by tackling the second half of her opulently wholesome dish. The last thing she wanted was for it go cold! Besides, she needed the energy if she wished to regale her sweetheart to the best of her abilities. "Exquisite, I must say. Did you use a recipe by chance?"
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Dec 3, 2020 22:49:42 GMT
'Incarnated in the village, and then picked up.'
That was the crux of it - and certainly, there were a number of Digimon that were created in this fashion that simply weren't picked up. For humans, such a thought might have been devastating. But to Digimon, the comparative 'orphanage' that was the Village of Beginnings served as the first home to the vast majority of Digimon, from Demon Lords to Royal Knights and every species in-between.
For Syre, and perhaps for Cion, there was a lot to process here. As the fox pushed herself past the topic, Syre herself gave a nod, taking another bite of her meal. "Sure - but don't be afraid to ask questions like that, love." The cat found herself giving a nod: "Let's be honest, a lot of the stuff we're going through right now are things I'm pretty blind to. Owning my own place, moving in with someone, passion... heck, even decorating and shopping for furniture? All that stuff's brand new to me, so we're going to run into a lot of these sorts of questions. We gotta be able to ask each-other about that sort of stuff - and if we don't know the answer, we gotta go out and get it, ya know?"
And really, who did have a complete handle on everything their first run through? Cion was already a wealth of advice on a lot of different topics! Hearing Cion's question on the fish, Syre shook her head: "Not for this, no - its something mom made on the fly, so I learned it from her by her instruction."
The next few minutes went on more casually, but despite Syre's words, there was definitely a bit of a curious thought put into Syre's head by Cion's question. Syre hadn't thought about it much in the moment, but... what if it did happen? What if the two did have an opportunity to be parents? Would Syre be a good fit for it? Would Cion? Oh, there were so many potential questions that could swim around in the cat's head about it - so much so that she forced it to the back of her mind, giving a grin as she stood up to grab one of those make-shift pieces of sushi for herself.
"Well, seems like about a good a time as any to try one of these." Syre teased, with a chuckle. "You want one?"
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Post by Cion on Dec 4, 2020 14:46:43 GMT
For a moment, as Syre calmly expounded her feelings, Cion paused to drift into the depths of her often agitated mind. Had she been afraid to ask aforementioned questions? No, but certainly hesitant - and that for good reason where she stood. After all, although they had cast them aside for the time being, their magnitude was literally life-changing. Not only for them, but perhaps souls they would never meet, too. It was almost like the digital realm and its people were entering a new chapter, and the potential of it was as unfathomable, as were the responsibilities that accompanied them.
And though it was true that their united life contained a lot of unknowns and firsts, to the silver fennec they paled in comparison. Moreover, they were in full control of their fates and how they wished to forge their path and home. Apart from the occasional cataclysmic fiend, as dismissive as that sounded, posing a threat to commonweal, their destinies were practically boundless. That was precisely why they had acted as they saw fit - with mutual compromises of course. Truth be told, achieving their current bliss was blindingly easy with the means they had their disposal.
The notion of parenthood was something else entirely to her. The unassuming fox, despite her age, had no experience in it, and the onyx felidae was still effectively a child herself, with dreams and aspirations that required her utmost dedication. Even when ignoring everything, could they handle the task of acting as a parental figure to someone with a free will and independent personality? Gosh... this was simply too much at the moment.
Nonetheless, as she came back to her senses, Cion's aureate eyes swayed to Syre's, with a dreamily rapt smile on her muzzle. "Thank you, dear. I guess... I sometimes forget how mature and ladyfied you actually are." She credited her dearly beloved with a soft tone of sincerity to her dulcet voice. As relatively young as the BlackGatomon was, it frequently seemed as if she had the gentleness and poise of an elder. Those were definitely aspects that the vulpine sentinel admired, not to mention their playfulness.
And thus, with the past again behind them, they savored and eventually finished the remainder of their improvised meal. All that remained, not counting the second half in their refrigerator, was their makeshift sushi. With the four pieces on a plate between them, and a tease that was vocalized, an impish grin manifested itself on the fox's snout. "Maybe I do, hun." She answered, chuckling as two pairs of chopsticks levitated from the kitchen counter to their table.
Moving closer to the comely feline with her chair, she rapidly snatched away the roll her sweetheart had just claimed for herself. With it tightly squeezed by her wooden sticks, a second morsel floated over to the other pair of Eastern cutlery, which was naturally provided for kitten. "But since raw dishes are not quite my favorite, I might need a little help. In return, I gladly regale my apex predator, too." She suggested playfully, considering it like sharing a sundae. It's what partners usually did, and their little creations were pretty much their desserts.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Dec 8, 2020 23:09:41 GMT
'Mature and ladyfied'.
Maybe a month ago, Syre would have met that with a nervous smile and a nod, but at this point, the BlackGatomon couldn't help but laugh and shake her head. "If you're calling me 'prim and proper', then I might wonder where you're looking. Still, I'll take the compliment." In all, Syre felt she was much too 'hands-on' and 'informal' to fit into such an aesthetic, but maybe she had grown up a bit - or, a lot - over the past few months. Between everything going on with the last few missions, with Amber and Coal, and especially with Cion, well, Syre definitely had a broader outlook.
As for the moment right in front of them, though? Syre blinked, briefly staring over at Cion as that piece of suhi was snatched from her chopsticks, only to find another float right into the cat's extended grip. And she saw herself blinking again, hearing Cion's playful tone.
A blush crossed Syre's face, the feline slowly putting down her chopsticks. Her lips started to curl into a smile - and she couldn't help but shake her head, letting out a small, hearty laugh. "Cion, as much as I like spice, maybe its not best to try and pair your lips with the taste of soy sauce and wasabi." That said, Syre didn't mind helping another way - moving to sit right next to Cion, dragging an arm around the fox's back in a half-hug.
"Sushi's definitely a 'love it or hate it' thing. Just lightly tap the rice against the soy sauce - or just the fish, if you want it milder - and hold about half the roll in your mouth, before you take a bite." If the fennec went along with it, she'd likely find one of two things:
An aversion to the strong taste of raw fish - or an appreciation of its texture, along with the surprising potency of the other ingredients, working to help distract the fox away from the fish's slight chewiness. The roll wasn't perfectly tender as it was, but it would be at the point where Syre could enjoy it.
Cion? Well. Syre was there to support her either way.
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Post by Cion on Dec 9, 2020 16:44:09 GMT
"Don't sell yourself short, darling. It's unbecoming." Cion quickly instructed her sweetheart, wanting her to recognize her positive idiosyncrasies and developments. After all, Syre always wished for the silver fennec to do the same for herself. Of course both of them were capable of being easygoing and playful, but that did not mean that they were not fine gentlewomen. Especially her hun's gentleness was an aspect she likewise admired and appreciated. Moreover, there was no need for them to hide anything, be it questions, mannerisms or unique quirks. They were multifaceted, if not complex people, and their bond was equally as rich and multilayered.
This unfortunately also included the occasional mental blackout, which often originated from a reciprocal misunderstanding. Blinking with slight confusion as she beheld the onyx felidae's blush, the unassuming fox was just about to clarify her intentions, but she was regrettably interrupted by the BlackGatomon. The laugh, the shaking of the head, the smile... oh dear. "But that's not what..." She stammered, pausing in between words in an attempt to gather and string together the thoughts raging inside her mind. All of them were enshrouded by a single question - why was she, with literal eons of experience, so incompetent at casual romance?
Fortunately, the comely feline compensated for this with her amiability. Leaning into her mellow arms, Cion decided to simply roll with the situation as her ears peaked to take in what her partner desired to say and ultimately do. Though she naturally already knew how the consumption of sushi functioned, she acted as if she was entirely clueless. It was amusing to pretend and be guided for once instead of acting as a guide herself. "A tap, only half... roger that." She declared confidently, and before long went along with it.
It certainly was a trial, as raw food remained something she did not fancy a lot. It was decent if it was dry and salty, but this was literally a fresh catch from today. Mustering her courage, she opened her muzzle and took in a brief, deep breath, slowly cutting her morsel in half with her canines and incisors. Feeling the bit tumble down and onto her tongue, the sensations it caused were immediate and intense. The soy sauce and wasabi were releasing a heat that was tickling her nerves, while the rice and kelp were heartily succulent.
Within their core resided the uncooked slice of fish, which was the heart of this dish. Squeezing it against her palate, the vulpine lady was quick to notice its dominantly chewy, if not spongy texture. It was not unlike savoring a solid piece of gelatin with a pronounced aquatic flavor. It was quite surprising to realize how tender it was as she began to quietly chew it up. Oddly enough, it reminded her of cold Cordon Bleu.
"Mhmhm..." She made soft noises of appreciation. Leaning her head to the left and then right, she nodded as she tilted it backwards. Swallowing the savoury, a hushed moan of satisfaction escaped her lips as the gaze of her aureate eyes shifted to lock into the radiantly amber one of her most favorite kitten. "Not half bad. Yeah - we did good; I like it. Try it out, too." She assessed and encouraged with a rapt grin on her face.
Perhaps truly everything was better with her dearest by her side.
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