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THE TWO OF US (SYRE | VALENTINE'S 2021 EVENT)
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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. [Word: 654 / 654] |
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 14, 2021 19:15:18 GMT
Unfortunately, real life often stood in the way of this fantasy.
Syre, of course, wanted to start off this day picture perfect, and spend every single minute of it in the company and embrace of her love. Whereas Cion saw Syre as a bright reminder of the loves she once had, Cion was Syre's first, someone she was ecstatic to hold close to her heart. The feeling had not lost strength over the last year - nay, it had only grown as the two had come to know each-other, from their faults to the beautiful diamonds hidden under the rough. For a day so important, what had caused this delay?
Well, it wasn't as if the BlackGatomon had kept Cion out of the loop. About fifteen minutes prior, Cion would have gotten a message on her D-Terminal, vibrating on her person:
>Not to ruin the surprise, but you'd think they would double-check before giving my order to another BlackGatomon...
>Be there soon, love! That certainly explained it! The picture-perfect idea that Syre had for the day might have run into some turbulence, but both Syre and Cion had learned that their relationship - and any relationship, really - would rarely have everything go off without a hitch. And where Cion was attentive and liked to keep things in order, Syre was more the type to work off the cuff and let things play out as they were.
A few minutes later than expected, Cion would feel a shift in the air, a portal opening up a few yards behind her, as the BlackGatomon stepped right on through, touching on the soft grass below. The feline, with her fur properly brushed (honestly a rarity that Syre kept to formal occasions), gave a smile as she stepped closer, a single paw held behind her back as she gave a nod to the fennec. The cat's eyes briefly flicked to look out over the vista, taking a moment to listen to those calm waves and to take in the pleasant scent of the beaches below.
"... Already nostalgic as ever." Despite only spending an hour or two here before, this place had become engraved in both of their hearts. The feline chuckled, a familiar grin appearing on her lips as she stepped forward, bringing her hidden hand forward as well. Cion would be presented a familiar, heart-shaped box - from the fanciest confectionery store in Terminus. She'd set that box down on the edge of the blanket, before moving to sit down right next to Cion, swinging an arm right around her love's shoulder.
Just as she sat down, she'd hold Cion close, pressing her forehead right against the fox's. "A whole year..." Syre gave a warm sigh out, letting her nails gently scratch Cion's back. "Sorry if I kept you waiting, love. But I have all of today and tomorrow off from the Knights, and I intend to spend every minute of it with you. Preferably, just as close as this."
She smiled, a blush on her cheeks, a truly warm and happy tone in her voice as she went on:
"Happy Valentine's day."
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Post by Cion on Feb 15, 2021 20:42:34 GMT
Cion, though not very long ago, had learned not to dwell on unrealized possibilities and idealistic bodies of thought. Such kind of thinking merely served to distract one of the pleasance of actual reality, and the opportunities it bore. No - she chose to live for the present and future she shared with her dearly beloved. And although it was true that she wished to spend every passing moment with her, it was simply not feasible. They both had their own dreams, ambitions and aspirations. Besides, neither quantity nor supposed quality mattered. Only their bliss in intimate togetherness did. Therefore it was easy for her to be patient.
And before long, albeit not unexpected, the silver fennec's patience was rewarded. With the unmistakable soundscape of the portal vanishing as quickly as it emerged, a rapt grin manifested itself on her petite muzzle. Not daring to shift her gaze as a faint chuckle escaped her lips, she was quick to appreciate and savor the candor of her darling. And it was not solely the comment about her acts of nostalgia which enraptured her. No... it was also the sight of refined confection - a classic yet effective gift for this day of affectation.
Merrymaking aside, the unassuming fox of course relished the embrace of her sweetheart. Gently leaning into her side, the edges of their heads touching in the proem of a nuzzle, a hushed yet firm murr whizzed past her softly shut lips. "A whole year..." She repeated, her dulcet voice quiet and mellow, but beaming with absolute confidence and glee. Prior to their first encounter, a bond of innermost love like this was but a great dream of hers. But, as said afore, she knew and gladly accepted that this was real. She would not want it any other way.
Enjoying the playful caresses that she received, Cion shook her head in disaffirmation. There was no reason in apologizing for anything. Her gratitude and elation was vast in comparison to this evanescent issue. Moreover, the prospect of savoring the serenity of today and tomorrow by themselves was just fantastic. Feeling the happiness of her honey radiate from her core and words, the vulpine lady could not help herself any longer. Perhaps her actions were bold and brash, but how was this meant to be a problem for them?
Laughing heartily, her grip became firmer as she pulled the onyx felidae towards her. Then, she allowed herself to fall to the side, dragging her poor prey with her. It took a while for her giggle to cease, yet as she perfectly positioned her own body to spoon with that of the BlackGatomon, she calmed down again. With hands and legs entwined, chest resting against back, and cheeks touching, the hopefully long-lasting evening was well-nigh perfect. "Happy anniversary... my everything" She whispered into her ear, not a single syllable bereft of fondness and sincerity.
Not afraid of gentle fondling, she wanted for Syre to know what she truly felt for her. Usually, their roles were reversed with the foxy gentlewoman melting in her arms, but for once she desired to be strong and caring for her lovey. This mayhap explained her preparations as well. Levitating and landing in front of them was not the heart-shaped box of precious chocolate alone, but a variety of cold morsels. Naturally, plenty of them contained fish in one way or the other. "Hungry, my dear? I wasn't sure if you were interested in candlelight dinner, so I prepared a bit."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 16, 2021 16:00:11 GMT
Tis the season for these chocolates, right? It was something simple, and honestly a token gesture compared to the real gift at hand: two full, unbroken days with her beloved. As soon as Syre set herself down, she felt the gesture returned, the fox's warm cheek resting against her own as Cion gave that nuzzle in return. And as Cion shook her head, Syre couldn't help but give a small grin.
Despite Cion's manner of speaking, there was no need for the two to be formal with each-other. Cion was the one to remind Syre of this, as she embraced the feline from behind with a tight hug! "C-Cion!" The feline gave out a playful cry, laughing as she was pulled back in the grip of the fox, the two falling on their side as the fox kept her grip. That laughing receded to a chuckle, fading to a smile on the cat's lips as she felt herself held close.
Indeed, the feeling was unfamiliar, but not unwanted. Syre felt the blood in her cheeks, blushing as Cion curled around her. She rested her hands on Cion's arms, and allowed her leg to hook behind one of Cion's legs, the feline's tail gently curling around the ankle of her other foot. It didn't take long for the BlackGatomon's chest to rumble, a contented, loud purr reverberating through both her own body and the fox that held her close. Those four words sunk right into her ears, the feline closing her eyes, gently 'butting' her head upward to nuzzle against the bottom of Cion's chin.
"Same to you, my world." Those words were returned just as softly, and honestly, the feline was content to simply rest there for minutes on end. Mmm... but could they really let the whole day slip away from them like that? The feline's ear flicked at the sound of moving plastic and shifting cases, the cat's eyes resting on that chilled Tupperware.
"Mm... you know me, Cion. A diner or a coffee shop is much more my speed than the whole 'get dressed up and sit down' places - but you're one I'd get dressed up for." A bit reluctantly, the feline would start to sit up - though as she pulled herself free of Cion's grip, the cat would give a brief turn, and rest a knuckle right under Cion's chin to give it a small scritch.
As it was, the treats that Cion brought weren't quite suited for eating while sitting down! Popping open the plastic case, the cat would carefully pick up a piece of sushi - fresh tuna, on perfectly-prepared rice - and found herself giving a blush. "Really, we could barely keep one of these together the first day. You've outdone yourself, love." With a smile, she'd take the entire piece, enjoying the feel and taste of that delicate morsel.
"Mm... yup. You've outdone yourself again, love... let me know how the chocolates are."
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Post by Cion on Feb 16, 2021 20:39:57 GMT
Oh... what a marvelous symphony of fondling and playfulness their date was. To some, it was well-nigh a dream that had come true, but to Cion it was precisely that. Shrouded behind excessively ardent zeal and righteous ambitions was merely the wish to love and be loved. Said burning desire had indeed been fulfilled, thus leaving her likewise content and happy. More than that, her contentedness and the presence of her dearly beloved had made her a better person. It was a gift she would not cease cherishing, nor was it a lesson she might forget someday.
Savoring both the euphonic purr and honeyed words, the silver fennec's ears eventually peaked in anticipation of Syre's response to her implicit question. And as to be expected, wine and dine was not exactly a top priority for the onyx felidae. Of course she knew her preference for the simple things in life, such as smooching and snack bars. Their apartment was likely the sole exception, since it was equally as spacious as it was particular in its almost royal appearance. However, to the unassuming fox, this did no matter. Often, idiosyncrasies were inconsistent as they were simply based on personal tastes - sometimes even spontaneity.
Nonetheless, the release of their mutual grasp dispirited her for a moment. They certainly had to repeat this before bedtime! Besides, that gentle scratch of her chin managed to ease the delay for further caresses. Sitting up as well, the vulpine lady beheld her dearest giving her creations a trial with great excitement. Was the adulation she received exaggerative? Undoubtedly so, but she nevertheless took the credit with pride and confidence. "Splendid!" She exclaimed with glee as she too helped herself to a delectable morsel.
Opening her sweetheart's present, she counted roughly two dozen pieces of praline. They were petite as her snub nose, yet nearly indescribable in their aesthetics. Due to their various colors, shapes and ingredients, it was clear to the epicure that they were hand-made! Briefly licking her lips, she ultimately spotted a piece that appeared to be crafted out of bitter cream, brittle and crunchy toffee. So much effort for a bit of chocolate - she was in the lap of luxury, was she not? Chuckling heartily, she in the end did as requested and tossed her treat into her maw.
As a single bite of her molars broke the appetizer into tiny fragments, her aureate eyes widened immediately. A murr reverberated from her chest as pure indulgence manifested itself on her muzzle. Shuddering slightly, she inaudibly swallowed the praline and let out a pleased sigh. Then she nodded firmly as her gaze shifted towards her honey. "Stupendous! Here..." Cion spoke, her dulcet voice beaming with pleasure. At once, a piece of dark, solid chocolate levitated in front of the comely feline's mouth, ready to be pounced by the huntress. "Open up, tihi."
The sushi's hearty flavor was likely to not be in the way of this precious, shared gift.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 17, 2021 21:06:17 GMT
Of course, that one moment was not going to be their only bit of closeness today. Seeing that slight bit of disappointment in Cion's expression, Syre would follow that little scratch of the chin by resting her palm against Cion's cheek, giving it just a small, gentle rub. Of course, that expression was simply temporary, and it didn't take long for the two to move on and sample the other's gifts.
The feline gave a smile, clearing a bit of rice away from her lip as Cion sampled the chocolate. For the occasion, Syre didn't spare any expense: each morsel was expertly crafted and thought out in their shape, taste, and orientation in the box. That said, there was no true 'perfect' assortment of chocolates: there was always going to be one or two pieces that one or the other was going to dread at the end, whether that be a chocolate-coated cherry, an odd mint flavor, or the one coconut chocolate that seemed to exist in every holiday assortment.
Which is why it made the perfect shared gift! Seeing her love enjoy that decedent cream, Syre's eyes lit up as Cion offered the feline that decedent piece of dark chocolate. "Heh..." The cat gave a chuckle, smirking enough to show one of her incisors, before she moved - and playfully snapped her fangs forward to take that bitter piece of chocolate between her fangs. It broke open with a satisfying crunch, the cat's eyes closing up as she savored that taste.
"Mm... okay, yes, I did pick the place well." Syre grinned, swallowing the piece down a moment later. The dark chocolate was strong enough to be a decent palette cleanser, though Syre was still quick to grab another piece of sushi.
Past that? The cat would lean back on the blanket, and take the next few moments just to enjoy the scenery. "Mmm..." The cat's eyes trailed off to the distance, looking to the pier. Just as with last year, Whitewater was once more running that Valentines fair. The ferris wheel was decorated in pink and red, and the carnival games and disgustingly-delicious fried food were likely up in full force.
With that in mind, the cat found herself lying back, resting the back of her head against her paws, looking right up to that crystal-clear sky. "Guess we never figured out how we're spending the day, at least yet." The cat gave a chuckle. "Obviously doesn't need to be anything fancy. Heck, we could spend the entire day on the beach, or even just this hill, and we'd make the most of it."
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Post by Cion on Feb 18, 2021 14:00:15 GMT
Sharing was caring, and few things in life had become so delightful to Cion as to share her moments of bliss and merriment with her dearly beloved. Even if it was something as seemingly mundane as a piece of refined chocolate, she savored every possible second for any feasible reason. Besides, witnessing the proud huntress Syre seize her prey was always enchanting. Not of the difficulty of the hunt itself, but due to the joy the onyx felidae expressed after succeeding. Again, it were the little aspects that served as a marvelous spice to many fantastic days.
Beyond that, it merely took one more petite sushi morsel for the candid BlackGatomon to be satisfied. It was a sentiment that the silver fennec could hardly believe, well aware of their heightened metabolism that came with higher forms, but several ideas quickly emerged in her mind to explain this. Perhaps her sweetheart was saving room for a proper dinner, maybe illuminated by candlelight, or mayhap she had an entirely different idea. Regardless of the answer, a spark of pleasant anticipation and excitement manifested itself within her soul. If anything, she knew that her spontaneous darling was often full of surprises.
Sighing under her breath, the unassuming fox too beheld the vista of not so distant memories before making herself comfortable on the picnic blanket next to the comely feline. All opportunities to snuggle with her date had to be utilized! Relishing the soft warmth of her love, her large ears eventually peaked to receive everything that was voiced. "True, I suppose." She responded calmly, recognizing that a lack of a plan was by no means an issue. They were free to do whatever they pleased. If this meant doing nothing but various caresses then Cion would be content with that.
However, in truth there was a... thought... that had appeared not long ago. It originated from observing the multiple alterations of the status quo that were taking place in the digital world. Furthermore, she was utilizing her opulent leisure time to learn about humanity, including its history, culture, societal facets and rites. Admittedly, much of what she had learned was likewise insightful as it was repugnant. If their realities were actually intertwined as some suggested, then she had finally discovered a plausible hypothesis that accounted for the feral savagery that harrowed their realm since its beginning.
But she did not wish to vocalize this during this splendid holiday. No - there was but positivity on her mind, which nonetheless left her unsure for a minute. She remembered that she was supposed to not hesitate, as instructed by Syre, but was it wise to freely divulge her every notion? Possibly not, but she did not intend to be hurt by indecision ever again. Thus, with her aureate eyes shifting to behold her dearest' amber ones, she nodded softly. "Hey... I'd really like to talk with you about something. It is... important, I think - at least to me. But maybe for you it is as well."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 18, 2021 16:42:05 GMT
Unlike their first date, structured by Whitewater to offer the two the chance of meeting, neither Cion nor Syre had any structure or activities planned for the day. Of course, that didn't mean that the city wasn't open to them. Should they wish, they could go towards the fair and revisit the same attractions from last year, or they could take a portal out to a vineyard or the mountains and enjoy the change in scenery.
Or, they could simply enjoy the other's company. As Cion rested next to the BlackGatomon, Syre found her arm wrapping around the fennec's shoulder, pulling the fox closer and letting her head rest against the cat's chest. The feline would lean in, and give a kiss right at the top of the Arniomon's head, her fingers gently pressing into the top of Cion's back in a gentle rub.
This was bliss. Syre's thoughts didn't run wide at the moment, as her mind simply slipped in to the warm contentedness she felt at the moment. To be this close to Cion, to feel her warmth so close, to even spend time with her in such a simple way brought the cat happiness. As they rested, however, Syre noted that Cion somehow felt 'restless'. It wasn't completely apparent, but there was some sense of tensity underneath the fox's fur - but it was hard to pick up on what it was. Was Cion cold; was the grass bothering her? Maybe the sea air was getting to her sinuses?
Apparently, it was nothing like that. As Cion spoke, Syre's ears gave a flick, and the file gave a quizzical tilt of her head. "Mm?" Honestly, that sort of tone caught Syre by surprise, but her gaze didn't dodge her love's radiant eyes. "Well, aren't you being ominous." The feline shared that short tease, but followed it carefully, letting her paw rest right behind Cion's head, nails gently scratching down the fox's neck.
"I'm all ears, Cion. Just let me know what you want to talk about." Syre's words were level, a smile still on her face - but she didn't push it too much further. Cion said it was 'important', after all - so Syre would listen.
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Post by Cion on Feb 19, 2021 14:37:12 GMT
So gentle...
It was a sentiment that, for reasons often unclear to Cion, Syre dismissed being part of her nature. She regarded herself as bold, brash and kittenish. Of course she was not wrong with this assessment and it was appreciated that she knew her charming faults, but perhaps they shared the idiosyncrasy of modesty. Yet as the silver fennec huddled against the onxy felidae, wrapped in her embrace as her slowly shifting chest served as a cozy pillow, gentleness was the perfect word to describe the serene bliss she experienced. The soft kiss and caresses were naturally a cherished extra.
Was it cruel for the unassuming fox to not immediately return the affection she received? Maybe, but pleasant anticipation and teasing were delightful facets of their relationship. Besides, though well-nigh infinitely younger than her, it seemed that the BlackGatomon preferred to give over receiving. Was it her inherent strive towards attaining power, or possibly her will to take care of those she held close to her core? No matter the answer, it was clear that the onyx feline savored the vulpine lady melting in her grasp. She in turn gladly complied to this preference. It was a win-win situation.
So why not eternalize this blissfully intimate togetherness? This was precisely the notion that had emerged within her mind recently. At first, she had rejected such ideas as she comprehended the pangs of obsession all too well, but... it appeared that this was potentially a mutual interest. She had contemplated it thoroughly, comparing upsides and downsides to a likely completely unnecessary degree. She was prudent like that, if not calculating, but she meant only the best for her dearest and herself. Thus, once she internalized Syre's response and the smile on her lips, she decided to take her chances.
"Well... I suppose I should start with a relevant question." Cion explicated, or rather delayed what had now become inevitable. Taking in a deep breath, she was almost praying for the ignorance of her sweetheart pertaining to what she wished to address. In fact, disregarding her age, the odds were indeed in the restrained Arniomon's favor! Cultures and social structures of digimons varied greatly from that of humans due to their vastly differing natures. Even concepts like family and civilization itself were quite novel. "Have you ever heard of the human concept of... marriage?"
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 19, 2021 22:23:48 GMT
Sometimes, it was easy to dismiss the 'best parts' of yourself.
After all, it was always easier to look at the faults, the personal frustrations, or even just the things you strive to improve on. Syre never really addressed her 'gentle' nature, but it was plain for the fox to see: the BlackGatomon was content to just relax, and allow her love to use her fur as a pillow. The cat's hand gently moved to stroke down Cion's neck and back, enjoying being so close and comfortable with her love.
As Cion took the conversation in a more serious direction, the fox would feel some of that 'relaxed tone' fade from the cat's frame. She sat up just a bit, giving her attention to the Arniomon, smiling as Cion played around the point. Was it something so nerve-wracking, so precarious, that she felt like stalling around the point? Suffice to say, Syre felt a bit nervous about what Cion was talking about.
But as that final question came? Syre gave a blink. And the deep, rose-colored cheeks, visible right through the feline's dark fur, would confirm Cion's 'fear' - that the feline knew exactly what Cion was talking about.
"I... um... well... yes, I have." Giving a small cough, trying her best to compose herself, the cat stammered along. "I mean, when I was a kit, I was living in the Digital Field Club's library, which, you know, had a bunch of humans. It came up in passing, and there was a lot of teasing mom and dad about it, so, um..."
The cat blinked. And looked right down towards Cion's eyes, that blush dominating the rest of Syre's flushed expression. The feline wasn't incapable of putting two and two together, of course - there was only one reason that Cion would ask such a question.
Right, right, calm down. Taking just a moment, even raising a finger, the cat would take a deep breath, rest her face against her free palm, and let out a long, deep breath, trying to relax herself. Her ear gave a flick, as the cat moved back, sat up straight, and rested her palms on her knees. When she opened her eyes again, she put a smile on her face, and gave a small nod to the fox.
"C'mon, hun. You know I'm not one to dance around the question... let me have it."
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Post by Cion on Feb 20, 2021 17:23:54 GMT
Wait... why was Syre blushing so intensely? Oh no... but how - why? She was but a few years old and not human. What were the odds of her already being aware of this foreign concept? Moreover, why was her reaction so acute? Did she have an actual understanding of what marriage was supposed to be? Gosh darn it! There Cion had been, purposefully beating around the bush in consideration of any possible angle, and with a single sentence her carefully crafted scheme was brought to naught. She should have simply stayed quiet, not?
The silver fennec's every fibre froze as her soft fur straightened up as if suffering from goosebumps. Her core simultaneously skipped beats and beat with atypical, likely unhealthy rapidity. Widened eyes barely blinked as her breath turned inaudibly shallow. Her very signature cramped in an instant, almost as if she was currently opposing a well-nigh insurmountable opposer. However, this was not an unusual rebound of hers. It rarely if ever occurred, perhaps her darling had witnessed it but once, yet moments in which her poise was no longer sufficient paralyzed her. Was this display of anguish her true self, or the exception? To this day, she was not sure of the answer.
Though their gazes remained interlocked, distance between the couple manifested itself as their touch ceased. With her mind largely ignoring the explanation, she spirit behind it observed as the BlackGatomon sat up in contemplation of the implicit sentiment that was voiced. Seconds felt like eons before a response was finally vocalized. It contained neither approval nor disapproval. In fact, there was a smile on her lips as the sound of enticement whizzed past them. It was the idea of a chance, and the consequences of seizing it.
Yet... she did not have to forget their vowed candor to each other. It was crucial for their relationship to blossom. Thus, there was only one right approach for her.
"No." The vulpine lady stated, her voice likewise firm and calm. It was as if her previous trepidation had vanished within the blink of an eye. Furthermore, as she arose herself, sitting directly face to face with her dearest, it was clear that she was not finished. Truth be told, she was not by a mile. Maybe such extensive revelations were clichéd and unbecoming, but as described a mere moment ago this was important to her. "Not like this. Not without being honest with you, and myself." She explicated, knowing that the details she had offered her sweetheart were imprecise at best.
Cion wanted to assure that Syre comprehended whence she truly came, and where her probably selfish and obsessive impetus originated from. It posed a risk of ruining this otherwise marvelous holiday, but sometimes diving headfirst into cold water was the only fair way. It was strange that her anxiety had faded, although it was presumable vanquished by adrenaline. Regardless, there was, in all probability, not a better opportunity to open herself up. Thus she nodded and began.
"The night in which I lost Owen, learning directly from him that he had found another and mantled fatherhood, was... is the worst day of my entire existence. Despite the bond I had with him being different to ours, far less intimate and more amicable, this loss - change - still affects me deeply. I... often tried to deny and overcome it, but literal eras of togetherness are not so easily conquered. And how could they? He helped me become who I am today, even if it costed his affection in the end. I admit that I was... dependent on him."
"Losing him made that perfectly clear. Before I met him, I was an Impmon named Voughn who was zealous in his ambition to gain power. In fact, I was reckless to a degree that I did not care for my own health. In spite of us participating in a guerilla war, he showed me that there was more to life than just self-seekingly accumulating might. I learned of community and spiritual kinship. In his presence, I never experienced need nor solitude. I believed this would last forever, especially when our second lives entwined early, too. When this transpired a third time, merely half a decade ago, I had no reason to think differently."
"Yet, though his memories returned to him as well, the associated feelings with them did not. And in that night when I accepted this, I fell apart. I was unable to endure the pain that harrowed me. I entertained frenzied ideas, such as intentionally erasing my seemingly perfect recall. I eventually rejected them, believing that denying who I am was a mistake, unable to recognize that I had already changed. In a need to come to terms with everything, I mentally and spiritually regressed to a state that I can barely grasp today."
"Maniacal zeal, veiled by calculating sophistication, unconsciously directed my every action. I became cruel towards those who opposed me. I dismissed their... humanity, for a lack of a better word... and I reveled in what I perceived to be righteous judgment. I was a savior, they were the fiends - simple as that. Most are the heroes of their stories, and I undoubtedly was. However, I quickly recognized that this did not mend my shattered soul, hence my fervor turned all-encompassing. I projected my suffering on the status quo of the whole world. I'm sure you can imagine what I thought... and what 'higher cause' I had in mind."
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"But as any would-be demolitionist with pseudo-utopian bodies of thought, I was living in an impossible fantasy. As to be expected, I ultimately ended up with truly nothing... except a friend. No idea if you know Toki Akiyama, but his helping hand allowed me to start coming to my senses. I attempted a restart, mending broken bonds and forging new ones. I still considered myself forlorn and at the mercy of fate, but at least I could accept my lot. And then... I met you, and everything suddenly changed. I experienced something I had forgotten, or felt undeserving of."
"Happiness." She claimed a deep breath, her composure not yielding. It was evident that even now she was not finished. But bombarding her dearly beloved with a whole speech was unfair. There was the possibility that she wished to comment on things, and of course the unassuming fox desired to behold her reaction. Was it sympathy, disbelief or averseness? She'd understand either.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 21, 2021 0:51:31 GMT
Really, was Cion going to try and explain it to the feline? At least Syre wasn't alone in being reduced to an embarrassing stammer, the Arniomon taken equally off-guard by the whole development. Perhaps the fennec had some picture-perfect view of how this was going to happen, and perhaps the feline had bulldozed right through it.
Whatever, Syre thought.Feeling that blush rest in her cheeks, the feline awaited what was to come next. Her heart still thumped in her chest, in anticipation for the words to follow - but they didn't come. In fact, the first word that Cion said made the feline tilt her head.
'No'.
It was said so calmly, with such certainty, that Syre couldn't help but be confused. Sitting back, the feline crossed her legs, her ear flicking as Cion went on. There was something else that the fox had to explain first. All Syre did was give a nod, keeping her ears open as Cion started to explain.
This wasn't Cion's first relationship. That much Syre already knew - she didn't know Owen personally, but it was a name that she had heard in passing. But what she didn't know were the circumstances: Owen had already found love in his new life, a place that Cion had held before, and the fox didn't take the sense of loss well at all. It threw her into turmoil, it made her regress, it broke the reality that Cion had put in front of her eyes. Perhaps Cion would never truly get everything back that she lost, but with Syre, she once more found happiness.
Syre listened to it all. And when Cion came to a pause, Syre closed her eyes, taking a moment to process everything that the fox had said.
"... You've always presented yourself as 'eternal' to me. I didn't know this form of yours was only five years along."
The words were not accusatory, not at all. Syre's tone was calm, the feline working through several thoughts at once. And when her eyes opened again, Cion would see that same calmness resting in the BlackGatomon's eyes. "I'm sure you know, just over two years ago, I lost my mother, 'K'. Let's not focus on how the 'world' or anyone else saw her: to me, she was my mom. Full of love for the family, an excellent chef, and always there for myself and Holly. When we found out that she was passing, we made sure that the last week we could spend with her was as perfect as it could be. But I held onto hope that she'd come back exactly the way she was. that it would just be a 'bump in the road' for the family."
Syre shook her head, a forced smile given as the feline gave a small chuckle. "She came back as 'Silence' - a wonderful Digimon, of course, and one that my dad was able to find love in as well. But she wasn't mom. Impatient, brash, much more outspoken and 'headstrong' than she ever was. I've been able to make friends with her, and fight alongside her - but that's it. Despite everything, she's not my mother. And I'm not her daughter."
Those words came almost without emotion. The cat sat up, taking a moment to take a deep breath as she put together her words. "Cion... I don't know what 'eternity' is, or 'forever', not like you do, but I do understand what it means to lose something so important. When I realized that connection was lost, it took me a long time to make sense of everything in my head again. But I did realize something: the pain that I felt in my heart..."
"... Was evidence of just how important she was to me." The cat sighed. "And if the choice was between having that pain, or not having known K at all, I would choose the pain. Every. Single. Time."
The feline gave a smile. "I don't know what the future will bring, Cion. Maybe, in my next life, I'll come back as someone who would devote themselves to your next life, or even you as you are now. Or maybe I'll come back as a mechanic named 'Duke', working on the Trailmon in the middle of the desert, and we'd never cross paths again. Or maybe neither you nor I will have any recollection of our past lives at all. But to me?"
The cat smiled.
"It doesn't matter. I'm not going to live my life in fear of that pain, not anymore. And I know that you are very, very familiar with that same pain. So, Cion."
The cat gave a small nod.
"Those four words."
"I want to hear them."
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Post by Cion on Feb 21, 2021 17:30:53 GMT
Yes... she was controlling and calculating like this, was she not? Cion indeed had crafted an ideal sequence of events that ultimately led to their hopefully everlasting unification. And as adaptable as she was, there was admittedly nothing left to be salvaged. But that was okay. It was an effective approach to face adversaries, but it was likewise unbecoming and manipulatory to utilize these tactics to earn the favor of others - loved ones in particular. Her lack of ease of mind, in a variety of its interpretations, was a weakness of hers that she had to transcend someday. Yet the silver fennec at least attempted to be genuine and straight, even if she failed at crucial times. That was, among other reasons, her impetus to finally open up fully to Syre. Her dearly beloved and their relationship deserved the absolute truth. No more facades or digressions. They had to witness and comprehend everything of her, no matter the risk for today or their future. Of course, as to be expected, the vulpine lady made no excuses for herself. She positioned herself in the worst possible light, subconciously aware that her sweetheart would do the opposite and show sympathy. And as the unassuming fox was halfway finished, she paused for aforementioned justifications. Naturally, she granted her darling the time she needed to gather her thoughts and formulate them. "Not even I can free myself from our world's... nature." She explained quietly, knowing quite well that she had tried to achieve this very thing. However, nobody was strong enough to surpass reality. She did not know how the digital realm functioned - if it was cyclical, ever-changing or simply incomprehensible. Still, that which was edged into a core is never truly lost. Perhaps it was bound to remain forgotten forever, but it nonetheless was a part of the self. After that, prepared to continue, Cion's role was instead to listen. Sometimes, she failed to recognize the anguish of those she faced, but not Syre's, regardless of how young she actually was. Avowedly, the restrained Arniomon had only a faint grasp of the concept that was parenthood. She had not experienced it herself throughout the ages, but it appeared to be similar to the bonds of lovers. The loss of K was without doubt a great one, and she did not envy her hun for it. After all, it was a stroke of fate they shared. And then... it was again as if her preparations meant little; as if she had learned not a single lesson. The insight, patience and kindness the BlackGatomon displayed were... well-nigh surreal. As her aureate eyes widened, guilt dimmed their sheen. In a sense, she was genuinely scared of tomorrow. The idea of obsessing over her dearest to the point of dependence, only to lose her in the same way as Owen - it was a terrifying notion. But then her ears peaked due to a single statement uttered with unyielding confidence. "It does not matter..."Repeating this declaration under her breath, not once but several times, she beheld the comely frame of the onyx felidae with a fixed gaze. She was not afraid. Maybe they had centuries if not millennia, or merely five minutes. It was of no concern to her. Despite her pain, flaws and dark thoughts, she wanted to hear these four words that were crucial among humans - and now them. There was no sentiment of uncertainty or inadequacy, just affection and spiritual kindship. It was incredible to Cion, and in this realization her body and aura unclenched. Slowly rising onto her two feet, her head tilted towards a petite black box hidden amidst other containers. Through force of will alone, it manifested itself in her grasp. Taking in a deep breath, visibly mustering every ounce of volition to overcome her own barriers, she eventually stepped forward and knelt down on knee directly in front of the candid feline. Though her poise had ceased, her stance was not entirely frail. If nothing else, it was beaming with unadulterated conviction and dedication. She knew what her innermost desires - she simply had to voice them. "I remember vividly every moment we have enjoyed together this last year. The first time I saw your gorgeous shape and heard your dulcet voice - our first act of fondness, and out first kiss - when I told your parents what I felt for you - our house-hunting - when I gave away that I love you - us attempting sushi and failing miserably at it - our training - our... night of intimacy - everything, in between and beyond. I... cannot describe the bliss that you are to me, but I can say what I want. You. Nobody and nothing else, but you.""I yearn being next to you, and I experience no greater joy than seeing you smile. Your dreams and aspirations I wish to support unconditionally, and I am proud of the helping hand I could already provide. If this means that I assume the mantle as a housewife then I do so without hesitation. It's of no concern to me if I know you... us happy. Because... I love you Syre, more than I do anyone, myself included. That is why I want this. That is why I have to ask you this."Opening the box that resided in her paw, a set of two Tail Rings revealed themselves. Their platinum gray radiance gleamed in the sun, as did the azure binary code behind its patterned center. Yet it was undefined and raw, as if unfinished. Of all digimons, the BlackGatomon likely understood the best why. As beautiful as they already were, they were not inscribed yet. The reason for this was presumably unambiguous. "Will you accept my gift on which I wish to edge what I truly feel for you? Will you bestow this gift upon me in return? ... ..."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 21, 2021 19:04:39 GMT
It was bold of Syre, to say the least, to so confidently say that the fear 'did not matter' to her. It was clear - and Syre was very aware - that it was this same fear and pain that had made Cion so distraught in her current life. In the same vein, however, the BlackGatomon knew full well that she could not offer her 'eternity' to Cion alone. It was just the nature of the Digital World, after all: perhaps their next selves would have no awareness of this current life, or at most a vague memory of it at all.
The BlackGatomon, through the pain she felt in her own heart, grew to accept this. And she didn't expect Cion to fully work through that fear in an instant. Rather, Syre wanted to hear Cion's words despite that fear. And as the silence deepened between them in those few moments, the BlackGatomon kept a smile, awaiting to hear Cion's answer.
As the fennec reached down and procured that black box, the BlackGatomon gave a silent nod. The fennec would rest on one knee, and Syre would rise to her feet, only a step or two away from her love. That smile was held on her lips, ear flicking as Cion started to speak, and reminisce over the last year that they spent together. From their first date, to their hardships, to their closest moments, Cion put her heart on the table.
She wanted Syre, more than anything else in the world. Cion wanted to support her, and help her in any way that she could... and as that platinum band glinted in the sun, the fennec let those four words stand on their own.
Syre closed her eyes, taking a breath, before she opened them up once more, "It's more than just one way, Cion. You're an incredible, beautiful Digimon, and I've enjoyed the last year I've spent with you. I've learned so much from you, gone through so much with you, and I love you, deeper than anyone else in this world. But you don't have to think of yourself as just a house-wife. Just as you support me, I want to support you with everything that I can."
"So," Syre smiled, "As one Digimon in this big, chaotic world to another... I accept your gift. And as you give yourself to me, I give myself to you, entirely, and without a second thought." The cat turned to her side, offering her tail to Cion, to place that ring upon.
"Yes. Yes, of course I'll marry you." Her voice was warm and certain, and she awaited to feel that ring - one that would slide right into place, and gently rest right against the feline's own. The feline would take just a moment to inspect it, before she'd look back towards Cion, and wrap her arms right around the fennec, pulling her close in a warm embrace.
The feline's eyes met right with the fox's, a mere few inches separating them, as Syre pressed her lips right against Cion's. Such bliss, such emotion - the cat left further words behind, and led by example, moving to share a long, intimate kiss with the most important one in her life - one that would even leave the cat slightly short of breath afterward. One arm rested firmly around Cion's back, as her other hand rested gently behind Cion's head.
"Heh... let me ask a selfish, curious question. For how long have you wanted to propose, love? And..." The cat looked to the one remaining ring in the box, "... Do you intend to wear that one on your hand, or your own tail?"
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Post by Cion on Feb 22, 2021 13:39:20 GMT
Usually, many thoughts and prepared statements would have entered Cion's mind. Yet, upon perceiving the acceptance to her proposal, it was as if everything about her, spirit and senses included, was purged within a blink of an eye. She did not know what to think or say, nor was her body functioning properly anymore. Just like her sinews, her breath and core had become numb and temporarily defunct. "Yes..." Escaped her lips in a hushed whispers, aureate eyes widening while her mien expressed overjoyed disbelief. Not unlike a wish that had come true, cause this was precisely the case, she was overwhelmed.
As the silver fennec's gaze shifted to the charming tail that was presented to her, she instinctively managed to nod and remove one of the platinum rings from the petite box. Without a single thought that could make her hesitate, an incandescent stream of data surged from her heart to it - gently and quietly. It was an act with intent, yet no effort required. Quickly, the azure code in the jewelry's center reformatted itself in accordance with her innermost feelings. Runes edged themselves into the frame, their deep blue gleam accentuated by a faintly golden aura.
Honored to do the deed, the vulpine lady carefully clothed her dearest's tail with this gift. And as it slid into its perfect position, Syre would feel a sudden surge entering her system - similar to her previous experiences. Though it was but for a second and well-nigh subconscious, she gained a true and absolute understanding of what it was that Cion actually felt. It was not merely words, but her very percept. It was a whole year conflated into a moment, which had merged with who and what her darling was. There was neither doubt nor uncertainty. She loved her unconditionally.
Perhaps it was, at least partially, this insight that made the candid BlackGatomon interrupt this unconventional rite. Gasping as the unassuming fox was claimed for a tight embrace, their radiant irises met. They were agleam with beautiful bliss. Yet this was different to yesteryear. There was no question. There was no demureness. Leaving the past behind them, she lost herself in the overpowering sensation of their kiss. It was a dance, sapid and untamed, that they had savored plenty of times. Yet this evening was truly special.
Although their passion ceased eventually, its afterglow remained tied to their souls. Smiling raptly, a teasing inquiry was posed. Chuckling heartily, the restrained Arniomon nervously scratched her back and shrugged softly. "There are two discordant voices. One of them says since I first laid eyes on you. The other when you insisted on me asking you. I suppose the truth lies somewhere in between." She explained calmly, knowing quite well that the concept of marriage itself was rather novel to her. Still, she had longed to establish her love for some time. She simply lacked the ideal way to do so. By now, she should have learned that her plans outside of work were often in vain.
As for the more important question - Cion swayed sideways, revealing the constantly wagging, white and fluffy tail of her own. It seemed to possess the fluffiness of a fox and the instincts of a canine. This gesture was likely self-explanatory. She wished to enjoy this yet unfinished gift the same way that Syre had. "Don't let me wait yearningly, dear."
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