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.
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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 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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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.