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drowsy debbie downer aka Somnus Lucis Caelum ([personal profile] meridio) wrote2019-07-07 04:02 pm

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[personal profile] iustaegis 2019-12-05 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ One moment she's formless yet conscious, flying through the air with him, another she's a burst of particles and light coming together as he touches down, and then she's back, flowing through a stream of light into the next path. His movement is like his duty to the future: everything moves forward, him, his decision, his next step, his next aim, his next throw; she wouldn't be surprised if he had already mapped out the most efficient route to take. His strikes carry a weight, an unbidden (practiced?) absolute cold viciousness in their precision; his lands are heavy in contrast, as if the air stands still whenever he reappears, the world itself holding its breath. Yet he flows bonelessly into the next toss of his sword and the next,  momentum conserved-- no, accelerating, diving into the next warp through space in a stream of blue light.

It feels like... she's spinning. With the warp itself, surely, but the power that she feels in the moment of cutting through all. The difference between him and the one who shares his face is staggering. Even still, it feels as if he's holding back so much more of what he might do-- as if he might move even faster. At the end of this, this travel through space and levels and planes all within the span of a few breaths, they end up on the street not too far from their townhouse. Gravity and matter seem to recall that they exist and apply to this man just as the rest, his form coming together through light and his hair and robes settling down upon him.

And Pyra....

She staggers forward, partly from tiredness, partly from her amazement, and only then does she realize that her hand had reached up to his chest to cling tightly to his robes. ]
You...  [ This is the power of someone who has been made their technique perfection throughout millennia, not just for the sake of refining it, but to put it to use on behalf of the world.  ]