THE TWO OF US (SYRE | VALENTINE'S 2021 EVENT) Feb 14, 2021 18:21:06 GMT
Post by Cion on Feb 14, 2021 18:21:06 GMT
A reflection that underwent a change...
It was that time of the year again. Following the admittedly delightful cold and darkness of the winter season, including its innumerable festivities of commercialism and affection, the population of Earth and the digital realm alike sought to figuratively spread their wings and embrace each other with them. This particular event, a day that many referred to as that of a supposed saint named Valentine, was one she enjoyed, no longer leading to a degree of disenchantment. In spite of their charming personalities, most people she had encountered were volatile characters who had not desired a bond with her, be it innermost or amicable - except one.
Thus Cion approached the situation she had willingly put herself in not with calculated pessimism. Formerly the suggestion that an esteemed lad had given her, this impetus of cherishing love and life had truly become her own. Although still scarred and bruised, the wounds and cuts of yesteryear were mending steadily with every passing moment. And with the past and present set and clear, she had mustered the fortitude and courage to face the future. Fortunately, this initiative had led her to not be alone and hopeless in this certainly difficult undertaking.
This first step of all things, or rather individuals, was Syre, for who the organizers of this occasion were not required anymore. They were quite capable of forging their shared destinies themselves. Nevertheless, fate remained amusingly tongue-in-cheek to her - a cosmic jest was the fact that she was once merely acquainted, if not hand in gloves, with her parents. Dr. Mikemon was an intelligent companion who had probably saved her current existence during multiple crisis situations, while K, better known as Silence these days, was a distant yet appreciated companion who had fought forces of evil with her back-to-back several times.
As for the black feline... she believed that she had gotten to know her better than anyone else. Her dearest had long since ceased to be a mere memory that she was barely able to recall. The blank slates they used to be for each other had transformed into colorful, memorable paintings through effort and passion. Their relationship was indeed a serious endeavor to forge a genuine connection, with uncountable compromises and acts of selflessness to know the other happy and content. Sometimes it proved challenging, but well-nigh always blissful serenity vanquished dolefulness.
Leaning backwards with her paws on the brimming picnic blanket, the silver fennec calmly and quietly observed her surroundings with a soft smile. Though the unassuming ascendant, who was but the size of a Rookie, had an overwhelming data signature emanating from her ancient core, there was nothing but gentleness and care in her deeds and stance. Despite it having imposed years of anguish and agony alike on her, she treasured life and held the fundamental wish to witness it prosper. Seeing it grow, flourish and exist in harmony with others... that was her aspiration. If this required her to be the humble varlet to a knight in shining armor, then she gladly accepted that requirement.
Briefly clutching her short, green scarf, the vulpine sentinel narrowed her aureate eyes to relish the entirety of nature engulfed in dawn's honey-colored sheen. Usually, it were the luxurious restaurants near the beaches that she spent her time in. Why not, for they were among the star turns of Whitewater? Well... it was because this small cliff of dry grass had a very special meaning to her. Amidst the faint swooshing of swaying branches and breaking waves, in front of the vista that was the setting sun, was where she and her dearly beloved had shared their first instance of intimate togetherness. A single kiss... yet so much more.
The only thing that was missing, again, was her actual date. But Cion was not impatient. She was confident that, before long, her sweetheart was bound to arrive - perhaps with a surprise.
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