[ His Aeon - a simple association and one way to put it, and yet a way of putting it which might've once made him grimace. There never was any parting from Xipe in the end despite what he'd once believed.
More than that, it is interesting when it's something Sunday has wondered about ever since his arrival. That even though this is not the cosmos he knows or rather they know, somehow these powers granted have not wavered. His tuning remains as easy to reach for after those initial problems he attributed to a cosmic storm.
A worry he's discarded, and one which does not compare to what Aglaea mentions about Amphoreus being without her and the divine authority she carries. Something he cannot help her solve though he feels the weight of it and so he shakes his head as she mentions forgiving her. ]
You do not need any forgiveness for worrying about your home. That is something I understand, to say the least.
[ An understatement, but he will not dwell on it for either of them now. Instead, time to be her BiS partner 🥹
And (hopefully) show that potential as he shuts his eyes again, this time to bring forth those chords to wind them into light which settles over and around Aglaea. A burst of energy, some added speed - whatever she might need to make it safely in and out of the fray. ]
[ "Doubt" isn't quite the feeling Aglaea could have described having in the moments before the Harmony touches her – perhaps some small skepticism, too certain of the abilities Mnestia's coreflame grants her. Yet, in the moment which follows, she finds herself remarkably surprised. The world around her had always been sharp, yet the high pass given to her vision exceeds expectations. ]
...How remarkable... [ she wonders, turning her hands over as though she were feeling Mnestia's threads at her fingertips for the first time once more. At last, her hand coils and snaps into a delicate fist. Sunday may even notice a flash of light run from her hand back out to the banquet of battle, a series of gasps and cries as all at once, the specters which plagued them moments ago are bound. More than that, she feels as though her Garmentmaker is with her once more—as if she could move twice in a single turn...!
Softly, she smiles. ] Let us be quick. [ It's a rare show of determination, surprisingly inspired by Sunday's blessing. When they dodge back into the fray, it is as anticipated - every pugilist now bound by golden threads, writing but unable to act.
With that newfound speed and remarkable foresight, Aglaea's main focus is on the silkplants that intrigued her from the start, however the various valances and table cloths will not escape this weavers eager fingers. Cipher would be proud, somehow, she thinks as she prepares her bundle of questionably-gotten goods. ]
[ He does catch that light - for a second he assumes it is the work of the Harmony once more as it fades around him, the blessing complete as it's moved to center on her with those chords he can still hear humming. But it's not that, Sunday realizes just as quickly as the specters freeze in a way they haven't since they walked in and their fight began almost in the same instant.
If he'd smiled faintly before, it's quite apparent now (for Sunday, anyway) over not only being able to help, but her talents to make it so. Sunday doesn't hesitate to nod to the matter of moving quickly, intent on getting in and out with whatever they can bring back for the bathhouse.
Aglaea's speed takes her one direction while he goes the opposite way to collect the plants across the room. Teamwork once more! Or so he thinks since he's quick to pick up one item after another, and when a glance over his shoulder reveals Aglaea is retrieving more than just the plants, well. He'll join in since there might be more to be done with that - or they can go to a thrift store if not.
By the time Sunday makes it to where they'd started after carefully carrying everything in his arms with him, determined and succeeding in not dropping any of it onto the floor, there's quite the variety of items with him. ]
Let's make our way back. There should be plenty of room to store everything safely.
[ Hard to say exactly what Aglaea has grabbed, but surely what hangs from her arms inside a valance she had stolen along with the rest could furnish a private wedding for a small family. She meets Sunday only a touch later, not because she was slower but she felt she had so, so much more time to use. And, well, so long as the pugilists cause her no trouble, what should it matter?
Her threads regard the items Sunday has collected, and she smiles softly at the collection. ] I think this will make for rather excellent decor, [ she notes softly before her gaze attempts to meet Sunday's.
Aglaea nods. ] Indeed. Let us be off, Sunday. [ And of course, she will only step in time with him as they walk off.
Although, not without a soft note as they turn their back on the wedding chaos, soon to unfold once again. ]
Perhaps I will not mind these diffusion zones as much as I had presumed.
[ She's fortunate to have made a good companion like Sunday. ]
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More than that, it is interesting when it's something Sunday has wondered about ever since his arrival. That even though this is not the cosmos he knows or rather they know, somehow these powers granted have not wavered. His tuning remains as easy to reach for after those initial problems he attributed to a cosmic storm.
A worry he's discarded, and one which does not compare to what Aglaea mentions about Amphoreus being without her and the divine authority she carries. Something he cannot help her solve though he feels the weight of it and so he shakes his head as she mentions forgiving her. ]
You do not need any forgiveness for worrying about your home. That is something I understand, to say the least.
[ An understatement, but he will not dwell on it for either of them now. Instead, time to be her BiS partner 🥹
And (hopefully) show that potential as he shuts his eyes again, this time to bring forth those chords to wind them into light which settles over and around Aglaea. A burst of energy, some added speed - whatever she might need to make it safely in and out of the fray. ]
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...How remarkable... [ she wonders, turning her hands over as though she were feeling Mnestia's threads at her fingertips for the first time once more. At last, her hand coils and snaps into a delicate fist. Sunday may even notice a flash of light run from her hand back out to the banquet of battle, a series of gasps and cries as all at once, the specters which plagued them moments ago are bound. More than that, she feels as though her Garmentmaker is with her once more—as if she could move twice in a single turn...!
Softly, she smiles. ] Let us be quick. [ It's a rare show of determination, surprisingly inspired by Sunday's blessing. When they dodge back into the fray, it is as anticipated - every pugilist now bound by golden threads, writing but unable to act.
With that newfound speed and remarkable foresight, Aglaea's main focus is on the silkplants that intrigued her from the start, however the various valances and table cloths will not escape this weavers eager fingers. Cipher would be proud, somehow, she thinks as she prepares her bundle of questionably-gotten goods. ]
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If he'd smiled faintly before, it's quite apparent now (for Sunday, anyway) over not only being able to help, but her talents to make it so. Sunday doesn't hesitate to nod to the matter of moving quickly, intent on getting in and out with whatever they can bring back for the bathhouse.
Aglaea's speed takes her one direction while he goes the opposite way to collect the plants across the room. Teamwork once more! Or so he thinks since he's quick to pick up one item after another, and when a glance over his shoulder reveals Aglaea is retrieving more than just the plants, well. He'll join in since there might be more to be done with that - or they can go to a thrift store if not.
By the time Sunday makes it to where they'd started after carefully carrying everything in his arms with him, determined and succeeding in not dropping any of it onto the floor, there's quite the variety of items with him. ]
Let's make our way back. There should be plenty of room to store everything safely.
[ One benefit of having a giant station wagon. ]
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Her threads regard the items Sunday has collected, and she smiles softly at the collection. ] I think this will make for rather excellent decor, [ she notes softly before her gaze attempts to meet Sunday's.
Aglaea nods. ] Indeed. Let us be off, Sunday. [ And of course, she will only step in time with him as they walk off.
Although, not without a soft note as they turn their back on the wedding chaos, soon to unfold once again. ]
Perhaps I will not mind these diffusion zones as much as I had presumed.
[ She's fortunate to have made a good companion like Sunday. ]