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The Night Before Battle [Cion]
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 14, 2021 23:39:45 GMT
To many in Terminus, this would have just been another normal evening in the city. With the sun setting over the tallest buildings, inching past the protective outer wall, a cascade of orange and red light would all onto the streets, long outstretched shadows darkening the shifting, busy crowd below. The hustle and bustle of the city moved on. It wouldn't be rare for Syre and Cion to head out around this time to go to a diner or even take a nice walk around the park - or perhaps the beach in Whitewater, if the two used a portal for a change in scenery.
Right now, however, Syre's thoughts were very distant from such comforts.
The feline sat down in the living room, once more going over the paperwork of the mission. Just a week before, the living area had been an 'organized mess'. Syre had gathered everything, from printouts of the files that she had stolen from Oron's offices at the fake talent center, to loose sketches mapping out the laboratory that she had infiltrated with Dio and Carlos. Transcripts of audio recordings, testimony from prior victims, Chalice's notes, press releases, and even Syre's old mission reports. All gathered, all scoured through.
All for the sake of finding and ridding this world of Orion.
It was hard to tell just how instrumental this all was in locating the madman, but now Syre was down to just one file, that of the mission debriefing that she received a few days ago, detailing where to met and the basic goals of the mission at hand. Whereas the weeks that led up to this were full of discussion and theories, when it finally came down to it - with only a little more than twelve hours before the mission would start - Syre felt an odd sense of calm fall over her. Setting the papers back into the manila folder, the feline set them down on the table, and slowly sat back, sinking her back into the couch.
"..."
So much had been said over the past few months that it was hard to figure out what to say. Sitting back as the slanted sunbeam rested over the feline's stomach, Syre let out a long, slow breath, keeping herself centered. "Wonder if this is what mom went through trying to find that Wisemon..." The BlackGatomon muttered, shaking her head. "Whatever. One more day. One more day, and this mess will be over..."
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Post by Cion on Jul 15, 2021 17:06:14 GMT
Anew, the duality of the two lovebirds was prominently displayed. As entwined as their minds and souls were, it was evident that their way of thinking and approaches were well-nigh antithetic. This however was hardly a surprise given their difference in age and experience. To Syre, this crisis was likely global in magnitude, and perhaps the worst threat ever faced. To Cion, it was merely another notch of uncountable. She had encountered innumerable insane sages with zealous fervor before, and Orion would not be the last. If it was not a personal matter, then she might not even have cared to be honest...
But he had threatened the family of her dearly beloved. The consequences for such a transgression were clear from her point of view. Her main purpose had become to hunt and destroy all he had created, and everything he was and could be. His destiny was to be a memory, and it was her function to deliver it. Yet there was no malice tainting her words and poise, only calm and composed focus. It was simply the nature of the silver fennec, and an ability any professional should wield - intentional distancing. Their foe meant nothing to her, thus neither did his... impending ruin.
Nonetheless, she understood why her spouse was incapable of being like this, and it was not a problem in the slightest anyway. Remaining quiet, the vulpine lady granted her feline counterpart the opportunity to find peace of mind in the strategy documents. As the final rays during this summerly eve breached the edges of their windows, orange steadily giving way to a dark lavender, the time for respite had finally come. Naturally, she would not allow her darling to wait for it.
Seeing the onyx felidae leaning backwards into the couch of their living room, she smiled raptly and approach with a token of affection in her hand. It was a petite cup of black coffee, spiced with a teaspoon of honey, a pinch of cinnamon and a few brittles on the cottony top. And since they enjoyed clichés ironically, a heart was drawn into the foam. Not saying a word, she placed the creation on the table: In the same motion, she decided to sit down and make herself comfortable mere inches away from her sweetheart.
Folding her paws, Cion tilted her head to face her dearest. Her aureate gaze lingered for a couple of seconds, and then her tip of her muzzle moved closer. Gently, she nuzzled the side of the BlackGatomon's neck; a soft, warm breath occasionally whizzing past her snub nose. She did so for as long as it desired. Caresses like these were balm during dire times. Bonds among people had the power to overcome any challenge, and theirs was undoubtedly strong.
She wanted to care for her lovey. "Anything you'd like for dinner, hun?" She whispered, confident Syre had to feel some form of hunger. If nothing else, they needed the energy for tomorrow.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 15, 2021 23:41:59 GMT
Indeed, there was a vast difference in experience between these two. Whereas Syre felt like she was about to challenge 'the most threatening villain so far', for Cion, this might have felt like nothing more than a proverbial notch on her bow. Despite this antithesis of thought, however, their goal was clear and aligned: Orion had to be stopped, and those he'd enthralled and entrapped had to be freed. For Syre's family to be safe, and for the Mei species of Digimon to be able to rest at ease, this nefarious monster's schemes had to be brought to a halt.
Leaning backwards into that couch cushion, Syre's ear gave an instinctive flick as she heard the sound of clicking porcelain. She spotted the Arniomon from the corner of her eye, a small smile creeping at the edge of Syre's lips as Cion sat down next to her. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to take in the sweet aroma of that coffee, before taking it in hand, giving one long sip - the sugar-laden heart not long for this world.
"Mm..." She'd set the cup down, leaning her neck against the top of Cion's head as the fox settled on in. The feline's arm would slip around Cion's shoulder, fingers gently digging into her beloved's fur. Despite everything before, and despite what was to com in the following day, Syre felt calm in this moment. And as Cion spoke, the feline would lean back, letting the side of the fox's head gently rest against Syre's lap.
"What I like and what we need to be settled in for tomorrow are probably two very different things." Syre chuckled, but she had a point: the two needed to be well-energized for tomorrow, and the preparation for it definitely started now. "Something filling, full of protein, and with as little effort from our part as possible." And of course, Syre already thought this through - briefly holding up her D-Terminal, showing a big, sizeable take-out order.
Not just for Syre, but for the both of them.
"I know you're tryin' to spoil me," Syre teased, "but you're signed up for tomorrow as well. 'All-powerful' as you might be, you permanent super-mega, neither of us can afford to be off our game... heh..."
The cat sighed, leaning back into that cushion, shaking her head.
"I can't tell if I'm confident, or if I'm just numb to it at this point."
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Post by Cion on Jul 16, 2021 16:48:15 GMT
Syre was savoring her presence - good. Softly closing her aureate eyes, Cion sensed the gentle yet firm embrace of her dearly beloved. For a moment they relished it quietly, until the onyx felidae shifted her stance. Steadily, the vulpine lady slid downward, her head eventually resting on her sweetheart's lap. It was unusual, but to say that it was uncomfortable would have been a lie. Turning around to gaze upwards towards the ceiling and her darling's muzzle, she murred and chuckled gently as a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. What wonderfully cozy goofiness fate had bestowed upon her...
Still, it was the silver fennec who had intended to take care of the comely feline. She did not feel shame for melting in her lovey's grasp, but was there not more she should do for her? Listening attentively, she quickly concluded that her spouse spoke truthfully. Their dinner had to be rich in energy, even at the cost of flavor. A few things came to mind. Grain, meats, eggs... basic ingredients, but vital sources of sustenance. The digital world was vastly different from the material one, but fundamental facets, like the need for healthy nourishment, were quite alike.
Seeing the D-Terminal, her hun's impetus was clear. Again, they would dine something that was not prepared by them. They did so frequently, so it was hardly an issue. They were unquestionably affluent after all. Nonetheless, it was true that the unassuming fox wished to spoil the candid kitten. Why should her agreeing to help matter? She was, in her cutiepie's words, all-powerful, not? Giggling cordially, she playfully rolled her irises in pretended annoyance. "I still prefer the term ascendant. Super-mega sounds so... daftly droll." She stated calmly, knowing that this was a debate for the ages.
Nevertheless, as Syre voiced her minor uncertainty, Cion was quick to act. Raising her arm, she used a single finger to boop that enchanting snoot of hers. "Confident. I'm the one who has grown numb to... everything. But you - you are a knight in shining armor." She reassured the young sentinel, her dulcet voice figuratively radiating with sincerity and a bit of esteem. The BlackGatomon had no reason to question herself. Not only was she, like her, among the most powerful digimons to have ever existed, but her heart was beaming with light. Valor, a sense of justice and selflessness were but a couple virtues defining it.
"You'll see. Someday, tomorrow will merely be another memory of many."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 19, 2021 0:45:45 GMT
"Mmm... to be fair, I'm not the one that came up with those naming conventions. Blame the Digivices for it, really."
With those words, Syre leaned back in her chair, finding herself comfortable between the cushion and the reclining fennec. Stroking Cion's fur, massaging right into the Arniomon's shoulder, the feline lightly furrowed her brow. "I suppose there's only so much that we can prepare for. Tomorrow's going to be a long, stressful day, but once we've worked through it, we'll no longer have to worry about Orion or any of his machinations. And the Mei's will no longer have to worry about being stolen off the streets... tch."
Yes, that struck a bit close to home. Shaking her head, the feline leveled herself out. Cion's training and guidance definitely came in handy for times like this!
"Just a memory... well, if there's anyone else like Orion in the future, then I want to also be there to stop them." The BlackGatomon's tone was resolute. "I don't want to just think 'there will always be someone like Orion' out there. Even if that is the case... well, we should still try and make this place as good of a world as we can, right?" Syre was relatively young - perhaps such thoughts were optimistic, but the feline still believed in them.
As if to break up the tension, Syre would hear the doorbell ring. With a flick of her ear - and some begrudging adjustment to slip out of that comfortable grip - Syre would briefly go to the front door, and soon come back to the kitchen, starting to lay out the contents of two large plastic bags full of food! Chicken, beef, rice, eggs, fried fish - it was a delicious protein-based spread, Syre nervously chuckling at the sight of it all.
"And its been awhile since I've had to stock up on energy like this. You got your appetite, hun?"
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Post by Cion on Jul 19, 2021 16:28:07 GMT
Ultimately, the naming convention did not matter, even if it was silly. Instead, Cion focused on what mattered to her, which of course was her dearly beloved. Savoring her caresses, she listened quietly to what her partner wished to share with her. Naturally, she paid her words every ounce of attention, regardless of their significance. It was important to listen, and more so to be heard. And it was true that further preparations were ineffective. Tomorrow was bound to become a memory of stress, victory and in the end peace - not only for them, but for everyone affected.
Obviously, this was not destined to be the final clash between 'good and evil'. It was merely another dark chapter of history among uncountable. There were innumerable reasons for why people succumbed to their ambitions, thus probably infinite foes that had to be stopped. Fortunately, despite once having fallen victim to anguish, she had risen above it... thanks to the help of her friends, and the embrace of her knight in shining armor. And though it was self-deceptive to think as the onyx feline did, the silver fennec comprehended why it was necessary.
"Right." She responded calmly, well-aware of her role in this grand undertaking - to assure Syre's well-being. Perhaps being a homemaker was an insignificant facet in the worldly affairs of the digital realm, but she took pride in it. After all, she was a firm believer that, if everybody assured that but one smile prevailed due to their efforts, it sufficed to save the world entire and forever. Besides, and she was totally honest with this, her darling was the reason for why she cared in spite of her numbness. She wanted to know her happy, each and every day, for the decades and centuries which awaited them.
Unfortunately, their serene moment of bliss was interrupted. Clearly having underestimated the BlackGatomon's resourcefulness, the unassuming fox arose as the felt the pangs of hunger gnaw at her body. As always, the amount of dishes that were ordered seemed to exceed what the duo was physically capable of dining, but such was simply their physiology as ascendants. A hearty symphony of scents began to enshrouded their home, and Cion was incapable of helping herself but lick her upper lip once. "Always." She answered with a slightly impish grin. Placing dinnerware where it belonged, she made it herself comfortable wherever they decided to sit down - couch of kitchen table.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 22, 2021 23:33:20 GMT
There didn't need to be a lot of words between the two of them right now. Over the last few months, over this entire ordeal, Syre and Cion discussed the situation at length. It took agonizing hours of research, careful planning, and a lot of work to get to this point, to help get this mission neatly organized - and now that the two were about to embark?
It was their job to fuel up and make sure that both of them were in the best shape for tomorrow. And that meant spoiling themselves with this high-protein feast! Syre would be quick to lead Cion into the living area, both with full plates and hungry eyes - though to be honest, Syre wouldn't exactly call this kind of eating satisfying.
Tasty? Sure - it was hard to go wrong with eggs and meat - but there was no true care for the seasoning, pairings, or the considerations of their own tastes. The BlackGatomon didn't voice this complaint, of course - necessities were necessities! And after several minutes of it, Syre would find herself moving to rinse out a surprising amount of dishes, loading them into the dishwasher, before returning right back to the couch.
And this time, Syre found herself resting her head on the fennec's lap.
"Ugh..." Syre shook her head as she nestled in, a small smirk at the edge of her lips. "Right, while we're still here, let's take stock. Tomorrow, it will be us two; Carlos, Dio and Gio, and a tamer that goes by Shi. Don't know the latter, but Dio 'n Carlos usually got a good handle on this sort of thing. Hopefully we'll just be able to weigh our advantage in level over 'em and just blow the place out. Not that you'll have to worry too much about the 'explosive' part, my dear support." The cat chuckled, leaning her head back up to nuzzle against the fox.
"Keep an eye on me, hun. I'll be as effective as ever - but that helmet makes me full of blind spots."
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Post by Cion on Jul 30, 2021 19:37:31 GMT
Was the food prepared to perfectly match their individual tastes? Of course not. Such a demand would not only be unreasonable, but impracticable by hands that were not their own. Instead, the dishes covered a general area of preferences to satisfy the most amount of customers. Umami met salty and somewhat spicy. On this evening, they had served their function as energy-rich nutrition to the both of them. The duo needed every drop they could ingest, including leftovers for tomorrow's breakfast. The upcoming trial that awaited them was bound to be challenging, requiring their peak performance, perhaps for hours.
Yet, as quickly as the feast had begun it had ended again. The responsible felidae briefly assumed the mantle of homemaker and removed the dirty dinnerware from sight. Though feeling as if she had failed her responsibilities for a second, Cion nonetheless appreciated this courteous gesture. She did not expect anything less from her candid partner, hence she did not stop her. Awaiting Syre's return quietly, the silver fennec soon found herself in her darling's previous role. It was but the petite weight of her sweetheart's head resting on her lap, but... it was enough to content her soul.
Delighted by the small smirk, the vulpine lady was incapable of helping herself - she had to caress and cosset the onyx feline. As one paw gently swayed from cheek to chin with soft scratches, the other grazed her stuffed tummy and shifting chest with wide and lasting strokes. Tilting her muzzle downwards to bestow upon her knight a rapt smile, it was clear that she was willing to continue this forever if so desired. Nevertheless, she naturally listened and paid great attention to what it was that her spouse wished to share with her.
Cion was acquainted, at least by name, with their future colleagues. And while they would cause damage towards their common enemy, it was anew her duty to safeguard her allies from any harm. Such was the nature of the form that time and destiny had molded for her to assume, although she was capable of more as well. Sighing almost inaudibly, she nodded before gladly returning the nuzzling with glee. "Always." She reassured Syre confidently with a soft-spoken tone to her dulcet voice. She did not wish a single moment in which her dearest fretted the opposite.
Continuing to indulge themselves in their gentle affection, a few thoughts still entered her mind. Initially, she was unsure if it was wise to vocalize them, nor did she know how to do so subtly, but she knew of the candor they had promised to each other. She had no intention of attributing her words with doubt. "Haven't really fought since a couple years. Not with arms and armaments at least, our short spar for your ascension included. When required, I hold the line for others to push forward. I guess that is my part to play. I'm okay with that, as solely the results matter... though admittedly sometimes, I wish I could be... with you - fighting."
Too subtle?
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Aug 3, 2021 18:06:53 GMT
Of course, Syre was willing to slip right into Cion's indulgent grasp.
Tomorrow was going to be a long, trying day for the both of them, no matter how they sliced it. It was far too late to worry about any additional planning, and unwise to try and strain themselves with further training or exercise to warm up. No: right now, Syre's job was to settle on in, and nuzzle the chin of her beloved, an effort that was returned with a gentle scratch to her cheek and a warm hand over her belly. The feline gave a short, contented purr, wrapping her hands around Cion's own.
Her ear gave a flick as Cion's warm voice picked up. Indeed, it had been a while since Cion fought - and given the fennec's tone, she seemed almost like she had resigned herself to the support role, rather than took that mantle willingly. This was odd to Syre: 'passive' as Cion was, the BlackGatomon knew the Arniomon to be a very prideful creature, perhaps professionally reserved but very outspoken. There was something else here - and it came with those subtle last words.
'I wish I could be - with you - fighting.'
"Mmmm..." Cryptic... the feline's eyes closed, as if mulling it over. "Well, if you're saying that you would prefer to be more 'involved', I'm sure the Knights would be more than happy to have you. By itself, its a good way to get out into the world and meet several colorful personalities... mmm... but that doesn't really fit fighting 'with me', does it..."
The cat thought it over, wondering just what Cion could have meant - before a deep, red hue appeared on her cheek, showing purplish through her darkened fur. "Going to be honest, hun, I really haven't put a lot of thought into 'fusion' or 'DNA'... heh..." An interesting idea, but it had its own set of hurdles to consider. And it certainly wasn't something they could organize by tomorrow!
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Post by Cion on Aug 3, 2021 19:29:06 GMT
Huh... as ever so often, Cion had underestimated Syre's social intelligence, which was as sharp as her wit. Looking retrospectively at this facet of hers, it was of course barely a surprise, despite her young age. She had enjoyed the teachings of a renowned academic, and the tenets of a radiant paladin. What was the silver fennec's origin in comparison? The amalgamation of residues that three had left behind in a cessation that was befitting to their lives - one of distress. Millennia of effort compared to a few years. Yet here the once savaged maverick was - amidst those she cherished, erudite, refined and content. Time seemed to hardly matter anymore, especially in that regard.
Naturally, the vulpine lady had considered facing the trials of the knights. Her partner was evidently enamored by their cause as she was of her, making it clear that this was the destiny that she desired for now. It was unsurprising for an aspiring soul who wished to experience the novelty of the world and lend a helping hand. Yet the unassuming fox was in the diametrically opposed position. From her point of view, she had seen and experienced everything already... too many times in fact.
In a realm that appeared to require ages for even the most minuscule of changes, perhaps cyclical in nature, what would her contribution ultimately amount to? There were innumerable noble causes, and she had no intention of dismissing them nor their aspirants, but what was the final outcome? Particularly when considering recent cataclysmic threats, what was the reason in striving for anything? These great unknowns were undoubtedly restraining her, specifically because she had witnessed both sides mold who she was. This insight had granted her placidity, yet apathy was but a single step away. She felt it towards her adversaries... so what about those she might swear an oath to protect to?
The worst part was that Cion knew that these questions were well-nigh impossible to answer objectively. She had allowed herself a satisfactory purpose in tending to the needs of an individual she esteemed over everything and everyone, and this love was returned in equal measure yet in a different expression. In this way, their spirits had already entwined, embodied by their unique promise rings, as had their forms in... moments of nuptial bliss. To her, absolute merging was the apex of this, as it encompassed all simultaneously.
Such a union was a rarity, so was it surprising that she longed to savor it as someone she used to be had? Heh... sometimes, she believed she understood K's choice, if only for a second.
Noticing her dearest's blush, she chuckled softly and continued her caresses as if nothing had transpired. Self-evidently, tonight and tomorrow were unsuitable days. Yet she was enchanted regardless, for a very simple reason. "I did not hear 'no'." She teased her darling with a playful, slightly toothy grin. It was a subject for later, maybe never, but the possibility alone sufficed to ease her restless mind. If there was anything she had learned in this life, then it was that hope was discarded too easily and often. She was keen not to repeat her folly.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Aug 15, 2021 17:58:59 GMT
'I did not hear a no.'
That tease, that grin - Syre couldn't help but feel her blush deepen, the BlackGatomon even biting her lip at the thought. The concept was somewhat foreign to the feline, but the idea of fighting right alongside her beloved was definitely a romantic one! "No... no you didn't." The cat nodded, nuzzling the back of her head against the Arniomon. "So forgive me for this next bit, where I'm curious and analytical about the whole thing."
Syre teased right back, but she had a point. Mikemon and K, and even Mikemon and Silence, never fused in the past, likely because there was a significant hurdle in the way. "From what little I know from my dad's research, its possible that we're candidates for fusion. Both mammalian, similar in data signal strength - but its difficult to know for sure. I'm primarily a 'virus' type, and you're... 'Free', I think?"
A rare type that didn't 'conflict' with Virus, but that wasn't the main thing that stood in their way! "Um, that aside. Fusing with me means embracing all of my data - including the bit that makes my higher forms possible." The cat flicked her tail, and, right underneath that platinum band, Cion would see the dark, wrought piece of metal, etched with glowing red lettering.
"That 'other' personality, that bit of Demon Lord data that I can't be without. I don't mean to impede it, but I'm not sure what this might do to your data... 'internally'."
... Syre sighed at that. She definitely had a reason to be concerned with impacting someone's core, so deeply.
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Post by Cion on Aug 15, 2021 18:57:17 GMT
Of course Cion knew that the seldom seen rite of fusion was not one without requirements and challenges, but to her that was hardly an issue. They were not afraid to face trials, especially those pertaining to things that mattered to them, were they? Besides, in many ways, they already were quite compatible with each other. The platinum band containing an aspect of the other's being was proof of that. Was it in union or duality, their personalities harmonized to make a greater whole. And where Syre was a white soul in a dark frame, she was her counterpart.
Embracing all and everything her dearly beloved was - that was indeed the intention the silver fennec had. To attain true understanding and comprehension of her spouse's perspective, and grant her the same gift. Was it not a desirable act that would complete them truly and utterly? Yes... but there was a factor in this equation that she had briefly forgotten about. She had witnessed its effects on her sweetheart, thus there was reason for concern for her own well-being.
Contemplating the subject quietly for several, long-lasting moments, the restrained Arniomon eventually closed her aureate eyes and took in a deep breath. Removing her left paw from the BlackGatomon's torso, she held it above her. At first nothing transpired, but then she splayed her claws as visible tension marked her sinew and muscles. Before long, in a contained yet nonetheless violent eruption, an eldritch sheen of crimson runes and tangible entropy manifested itself around her hand. It hummed audibly as sparks occasionally emerged and disappeared, and the source of this life-destructive force was obvious to anyone - a knight in particular.
"I am not pure, dear. Nor will I ever be. How could I?" She asked with a partially rhetorical, yet clearly thoughtful if not slightly pained tone to her otherwise dulcet voice. Yet there was no point in repeating what had already been voiced and shared so many times. Syre knew and understood her, just as Cion did with her. Past, present, future... there was not a single facet that she intended to keep hidden. She had no desire to again live in self-deception and delusion like that. "Aside from that, we are all products of decisions and memories."
With a flick of her wrist, the demonstration ceased as quickly as it came. Yet where so often such conversations caused sorrow, there was instead a smile on the fennec's lips. Naturally, as she tilted her head downwards and opened her eyelids, it was directed straight at her darling. "There are innumerable burdens I still regret sometimes. But you...? ... Never think yourself as a burden to me."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Sept 1, 2021 20:47:33 GMT
Of course, there was a difference between the romantic ideal and 'reality'. Dr. Mikemon and K, despite how much the two adored and doted each-other, never even attempted a fusion of their own - perhaps because the topic never came up, or perhaps that the merging of data between a Demon and a Knight simply wouldn't have been possible. But there was a deeper sting in Syre's heart about the entire ordeal:
Syre had lost someone dear, very close to her heart, due to infected data, and the concept of fusing - knowing that her own ring was a risk - brought that possibility right back to the surface. Mulling over the thoughts in her head, Syre blinked as Cion spoke, mentioning that she was not pure. The feline's eyes were drawn right to that hand - a dark, cursed, sparking aura erupting forth from a surprisingly tense hand. Syre's eyes were drawn to it, and as the aura vanished, the feline's gloved hand would extend out, carefully holding Cion's own, examining it close.
Not a trace.
"... Honestly, I wish that was enough to settle my heart here." Syre sighed, flicking her tail. She looked towards Cion, eye-to-eye, carefully listening to her beloved partner's words. "Mom was just as confident. Vibrant, actively fighting, even when she had the Wisemon's data in her core. But it caught up to her, and she..." The cat let out a tsk, shaking her head.
It simultaneously felt like an unfair card to play, and yet the biggest concern that she had in her heart. She'd adjust her hand, intersecting her digits with Cion's own, holding her palm right against the fox's. Syre's confident gaze met the fox's own, the feline giving a slow nod.
"At the very least, I do want it. The chance to experience all of you, and for you to experience all of me, in one for. After this... after we kick Orion's ass..."
"... Let's figure it out."
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Post by Cion on Sept 2, 2021 16:33:03 GMT
Not a trace? No... but none that could be perceived from the outside. This kind of impurity, one of innumerable that had become a part of her essence, was an innermost, well-nigh imperceptible infection. What used to be an all-consuming parasite was now a symbiont with a certain inclination towards obstinacy. It was her choice alone to tap into this unfathomable source of power if needed, but to do so she had to relinquish who she was. Her paw was evidence of this brief self-abandonment - tense where the remainder of her frame and spirit was calm and composed as usual. Wrath was a fickle mistress like that...
Perhaps this did not suffice to ease her darling's mind, and maybe nothing was capable of doing so, but that did not mean that Cion would not maintain the dreamy smile on her petite muzzle. Witnessing her dearest's words and body language, it was clear that they both had to deal with anguish of the past. Loss was possibly the most virulent of all plagues. But she was not K, nor was she similar to her or other ancients. She was embracing and savoring life, in spite of her age and experiences, and solely desired to share this zest with her spouse. She was neither tired nor weary. In fact, she was what few were... content.
And as their fingers entwined, and the silver fennec slid down so the entirety of their frames did as well, she heard the confirmation that she had longed for - they would try. Almost squealing with glee, she rested on her side as the front of her snout nestled against Syre's. As whiskers gently caressed each other, her aureate gaze lingered, as did her ivory grin. Steadily, the vulpine lady's arms found themselves winding around the comely feline's cozy form. Her embrace was soft yet firm, for doing so allowed her to savor the BlackGatomon's silky fur - and the adamant might underneath.
"I'm looking forward to... this experience..." She whispered into her felidae's large ears, as a mellow murr reverberated from behind glistening canines. It was a far cry from her sweetheart's symphonic purr that caused her every fiber to tremble, but she did her best to indulge her dearly beloved in their rest. It was important to cherish and relish life, regardless of what yesterday and tomorrow contained.
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