Have you heard of Idrila? I am one who follows them ardently, as a Knight of Beauty. If you ever wish to ask anything of me, I will gladly answer, and do my best to assist.
NOTE
The universe is filled with beauty. No matter where one is in the cosmos, this is a truth ingrained in existence itself. Therefore, I shall treasure every meeting between each and every beautiful soul I cross paths with.
[ The Knight's eyes close and when he opens them, for the first time in a long time, Argenti smiles.
It does not reach his eyes, and for that reason alone it does not look right on his face. But, it is certainly an expression that he is wearing. ]
...Then, find me if you dare.
[ Argenti, or rather, the shadow of what remains does not say anything about being "freed". Not at all. ]
I shall be waiting for you, dear Fray, and the others.
If that stubbornness will bear fruit enough for you all to even find where I lie in the first place. If, even, your sword will strike true, when all is said and done. For this Knight who cares so deeply about you.
For everyone to follow suit. To meet myself on the last stage.
And my dear goddess Idrila shall bless that final confrontation as I meet all of you head on.
[ After all, Argenti knows...he has Fallen.
That he has strayed. So, he will wait for them to follow. To play out their roles.
[There's a brief moment, one that burns so brightly it might eclipse all else, where Fray thinks he's broken through that horrid god's hold on Argenti. That brief moment makes his heart soar and he wants nothing more than to pull Argenti close, to make sure he never has to let those tears fall—
And then it's over. The moment shatters and Argenti presses his earring into Fray's still-open hand. Reflexively, he grips the earring tightly, like maybe it's the only part of Argenti he can still grasp.]
I'll find you. No matter what. I'll free you.
[It's more than just a promise. It's an oath. The pretense of it being something the group will do has fallen away entirely; this is something Fray will do all on his own if it comes to that.]
When next we meet, I'll ensure you're no longer anyone's pawn. Wait for me, Argenti. I won't let you down.
The words that Fray speak are nothing less than certain. It is hard to tell what they do with Argenti in this state, but they are heard. They are spoken - ringing indeed like one voicing out an oath.
And the fact that they are voiced is certainly better than silence. He watches the way Fray grips his earring.
But, still smiling, to those other words, he does at least have a response: ]
...I will await you.
Until then, it is farewell.
[ With that, he turns on the other man, walking away, until at one point, with a blink of an eye, and scattering of petals, Argenti himself has disappeared from sight. ]
[Fray reaches out to stop him. To call him back, to beg him to stay, maybe. But Argenti is already gone in a scattering of petals and Fray has little choice but to withdraw his hand.
He meant what he said. So why does this goodbye sting so damn much? Why does it feel like a failure, when he's sworn to chase after Argenti, to ensure that this isn't goodbye?
His grip tightens on that earring as if the physical reminder of his vow will make this easier to accept.]
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It does not reach his eyes, and for that reason alone it does not look right on his face. But, it is certainly an expression that he is wearing. ]
...Then, find me if you dare.
[ Argenti, or rather, the shadow of what remains does not say anything about being "freed". Not at all. ]
I shall be waiting for you, dear Fray, and the others.
If that stubbornness will bear fruit enough for you all to even find where I lie in the first place. If, even, your sword will strike true, when all is said and done. For this Knight who cares so deeply about you.
For everyone to follow suit. To meet myself on the last stage.
And my dear goddess Idrila shall bless that final confrontation as I meet all of you head on.
[ After all, Argenti knows...he has Fallen.
That he has strayed. So, he will wait for them to follow. To play out their roles.
As he will his. ]
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And then it's over. The moment shatters and Argenti presses his earring into Fray's still-open hand. Reflexively, he grips the earring tightly, like maybe it's the only part of Argenti he can still grasp.]
I'll find you. No matter what. I'll free you.
[It's more than just a promise. It's an oath. The pretense of it being something the group will do has fallen away entirely; this is something Fray will do all on his own if it comes to that.]
When next we meet, I'll ensure you're no longer anyone's pawn. Wait for me, Argenti. I won't let you down.
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The words that Fray speak are nothing less than certain. It is hard to tell what they do with Argenti in this state, but they are heard. They are spoken - ringing indeed like one voicing out an oath.
And the fact that they are voiced is certainly better than silence. He watches the way Fray grips his earring.
But, still smiling, to those other words, he does at least have a response: ]
...I will await you.
Until then, it is farewell.
[ With that, he turns on the other man, walking away, until at one point, with a blink of an eye, and scattering of petals, Argenti himself has disappeared from sight. ]
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He meant what he said. So why does this goodbye sting so damn much? Why does it feel like a failure, when he's sworn to chase after Argenti, to ensure that this isn't goodbye?
His grip tightens on that earring as if the physical reminder of his vow will make this easier to accept.]
Until next we meet, Argenti.