#☼'( sɪɢɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ [answered] )
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@regnantlight said:
It was a wondrous comfort to have Emily's head in her lap, stroking her lovely locks of auburn hair as Zelda read passages from her book. It was peaceful. Warm.
Is this was happiness felt like?
She takes a moment's pause in her reading to lean forward, enough to brush her lips against the crown of Emily's head.
Yes. This was most assuredly what happiness felt like. And if it was not— well, then happiness was not nearly so good as whatever this could be.
A rare kind of peace both women were often too single-minded to allow themselves; overpromising to task after task with little mind for indulgence. But, then again, it was growing steadily less unusual with time. Inevitably, and irresistibly... like a magnetism; with every passing hour that the two were allowed to share each other’s company, the drawing force only grew stronger.
Because a job well done may indeed be a fine reward, but no task completed could hold a candle of satisfaction to the feeling of barely opening one’s eyes to find the woman they love bent softly overhead, the gentle sun of afternoon caught in golden hair.
Emily Cromwell knew happiness— all told, there were few more adept at kindling joy in every day than the young woman from Wiradu— but what she finds here, in the moment where she lifts one hand to barely trace fingertips along the line of Zelda’s arm, down to her wrist, and back again in easy strokes... it is bliss.
Unhurried, satisfied. Not want for anything in the world.
Content, completely, to be exactly where she was; with her.
#regnantlight#☼'( sɪɢɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ [answered] )#☼'( ᴘʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs [saved] )#☼’( ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ɢᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ sʜɪɴᴇ [regnantlight] )#ic.#|| absolutely weeping in this club tonight
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@deathleads said:
Qistina must nuzzle herself onto Emily's lap, clearing her cheek of hair. " I am under the weather, turtledove. "
And her turtledove wastes no time in making every comfort available: shifting in her seat to best settle both bodies, a hand moving to sweep through starlight hair, as worry shapes soft features into a tiny frown with knitted brows. “ I’m so sorry t’ hear it... oh, sweet girl, ” she draws the back of her hand up to the other’s forehead, for measure, “ have y’ had anythin’ to drink today? somethin’ to eat?.. what can I do t’ make it better? ”
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@reigningsniper
Riza links their fingers. They're hunched over the small sitting table in the corner of their living/dining/...kitchen area.
What time is it? The sky has grown darker earlier with each day of autumn that progresses. It adds an illusion of more hours in the day, especially when they're in the office late into the night. Papers stacked high, ideas flung back and forth as they encounter problems or try to plan ahead...
The energy doesn't stop when they return to their tiny home. The desert garden has been a labor of love, sweat, and the enhancement of Easy's freckles as she works in the sun - both a thing they have in common. She's been talking for quite a while this evening on some experiments she wants to try. If they work, maybe she can implement that with some of the practices of the people here, and work with them to see if they want to incorporate it as part of the rebuilding.
Her chin rests in her palm. Easy's eyes are far away as she pictures the layouts in her mind, the solutions for irrigation issues, hurdles of getting supplies out before they can reestablish a cycle to not have complete dependence on the bigger countries around. Down she goes along towards another idea. The little 'oh' as a new thought flickers in the shine of her eyes prompts Riza's lips to curl.
God. She sighs, gaze dropping to freckles cheeks and full lips. This was the first time where she felt completely enamored with the woman before her. She knew a lot of passionate people, but Easy was another manifestation of it. Roy and Edward had unparalleled drives, unrelenting motivation to see goals to the end. Easy was passionate in such a way that energized the room around them in a way she'd never seen. She could only predict the warm reception to these being proposed tomorrow.
Easy trails off for a moment, and Riza closes the narrow distance to catch full lips. Hands cup her cheeks, angling her chin just so she can kiss her thoroughly and completely. It seemed fitting in such a flurry of ideas, innovation, and pure light in her eyes as the candles burned low and threatened to burn out behind them.
Truth be told, this opportunity was everything the youngest Cromwell had ever longed for— a perfect culmination of compassion, dedication, and healing which were quintessential to her core.
There’d been a moment at crossroads when the fallout settled, presented with a number of opportunities and a far-more-opened future than most of Amestrian military personnel might have ever imagined; an embassy being established in Drachma, mitigation at the Northern border, and reparations at the edge of Aerugo in light of the dwindling border war. All fine options, and all eager to have a high-ranked alchemist in their retinue.
But when Roy and Riza extended an invitation to have Easy join their efforts in rebuilding Ishval– the start of a long, hard process of atonement, of undoing some of the destruction they’d played such a prominent role in– all other options might as well have disappeared. Not only for the chance to be a part of amends so necessary, but to support her dearest ones as they confronted the worst of their past; to lend them strength as they struggled to prove to themselves, more than anyone, that they could be better. That they were better.
It’s one reason she was so happy to share the humble home she did with Riza… but only one of many; not all of them so pious or selfless in the least.
There was no denying how much pleasure Easy found every day in coming home to her. As much as she’d enjoyed the privacy, the independence she’d experienced when she first left Wiradu, (something never quite afforded in a big family home), the Earthshaker fast discovered that solitude did not become her. Hence how she’d done everything in her power over the years to fill it with guests, whether they stayed for dinner or for several weeks, just the same.
Here and now? The hours spent in labor are never lonely. Quiet may slip into moments, but there’s always the soft ambience, the tender presence of someone she loves. So thoroughly, so deeply. And gods, is it good. To look over and see her; to have that patient, listening ear as she explores her thoughts aloud, excitedly getting lost on tangents as the theoretical breadth of their work expands, but she delights in every moment of it– each new complexity its own puzzle she’s too happy to have a hand in solving.
She trails off for a moment; wandering with a thought, trying to pin down the right words before she goes on— but instead, the trail is lost entirely; stolen abruptly off-path by the gentle pressure of lips on her own, and even further as that gentleness gives way.
Yet another of those many reasons: Easy could count on one hand the number of people in her life who had ever kissed her with such meaning; like the other woman was trying to put the whole of herself into it, conveying with touch that which words failed to. Someone who held her so, and in whose hands she felt utterly, completely safe.
All her life had been building to this present. The study, the working, the waiting; finally realized, in the dimming candlelight and cooling breeze as night moved in on the desert, with a full day of work eager to move in with the next sunrise. A beautiful promise of fulfillment, but only in due time; because between then and now lay the sweet embrace of night, and that of her beloved with it. The love whose one hand Easy covers with her own, while the other lifts to loosely frame the curve where Riza’s jaw slopes down into her neck; a lighter touch only in the physical sense, as it bears every ounce of her heart, just the same.
#reigningsniper#answered.#saved.#☼'( ᴘʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs [saved] )#☼'( sɪɢɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ [answered] )#☼’( ...ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪɴ ɪ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ 'ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs' [reigningsniper] )#|| SCREAMING. SCREAMING CRYING.#|| NAT WHO LET YOU.
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@reigningsniper is only going to accellerate this melting, it seems
She does little to disturb the glowing blossom splayed across the rock amidst the warmth and steam. Only her hand overs over Easy's bare skin, tracing swirls and spirals up along her shoulders, down her back and gathering at the base of her spine. All she wanted was to encourage whatever stress, whatever worries away from her and into the fading most.
This, the Earthshaker thinks; somewhere in the distant, quiet corner of her mind, is surely too much. already she was indulged by the gentle heat of water, all-encompassing, sinking deep into muscles which memorized the strain of countless hours hard in labor: bent over garden plots, curled into a crescent over a desk full of reports, samples, study, and every other little task between— memories which were slowly, but surely, eroding away with the passing minutes.
But Riza’s hands make forgetting faster. Deft fingers which draw out not only the weight of martyrous hours, but also shapeless sounds from low in her chest— hums, and sighs, saying more in the way of desperate gratitude than she could ever put in words.
She’ll return the favor; that much is certain. She won’t take no for an answer, when the time comes... but, for now, she simply renders under Riza’s touch, reducing further and further, with a whisper of ‘oh, my dearest; you can’t possibly be so good t’ me,’ and a belated kiss on her beloved’s hand, when next it passes by her shoulder.
#☼'( sɪɢɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ [answered] )#reigningsniper#|| this is beautiful and so so good#|| but boy oh boy did i have to collar myself a little
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@reigningsniper was earliest to rise:
While not common, Ishval can get heavy snowfall in the thick of winter. The area doesn't have the need for furnaces like the North and Central regions, but luckily the fireplaces are enough to keep their tiny home insulated from the cold.
Riza turns over amongst the pile of blankets on top of the both of them. Easy is still asleep, not rousing at her movement. Her hand is loose, placed down on top of the mattress as her chest rises and falls peacefully. Taking the calm of their morning, the faint howl of wind that signals the storm is still going strong, Riza watches her, briefly dozing off a few times before awakening fully for the day ahead.
Easy's hand still hasn't moved. A deep sleep, clearly. Riza gently scoops it into her grasp, raising the back of it to her lips, and then brushing her thumb against the exposed skin before linking their fingers together.
It is the kind of sleep which comes as a reward; deep, and dreamless, while the body makes amends to overtaxed sinews and work-weary eyes. Neither the cold of the winter nor the shortened allowance of daylight could skew the course of their labors too much, after all– both women steadfast in their dedication enough to spite the chill which tried to steal into bones and drag them to a halt... but it did make every feat just-so-slightly harder won, and every ounce of rest— like this— that much more precious.
She sleeps heavy and warm, with the kind of peace which can only be found here: in this house, in this bed, with her.
Easy has always fared better against her restless heart when there was someone there to hold it, and reassure her that time spent at rest was not time wasted. It's a reminder they mirror in one another; and they've gotten better at, independently, in time. Perhaps one of the greatest fruits of loving another, like this, was the self-love they nurtured along the way.
One of many. Simpler, and just as sweet, is the feeling of a heavy hand growing lighter as Riza's fingers lock into hers, and Emily comes just to the edge of conscious with a long inhale. Sensation still dreamlike and blurry, it's all she can do to curl a slight closer in toward her lover and faintly squeeze her hand in return. Another hour could have passed like that, but it was more likely only a few moments before shoulders stretched back, slowly rolling off the mantle of sleep– and, finally, eyelids split just enough to glimpse Riza in the soft light of a day just begun, with the faintest trace of a smile pulling at waking lips.
she said: "good morning."
and it was.
#answered.#reigningsniper#☼'( sɪɢɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ [answered] )#☼’( ...ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪɴ ɪ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ 'ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs' [reigningsniper] )#|| wow what a powerful reminder that i have Emotions#for them specifically.#main.
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What's some funny icons you haven't gotten the chance to use, are probably never going to be used, but you still eagerly await that opportunity?
fortunately, I'm a master of finding excuses to use even my silliest of icons, so there aren't really any which have gone completely unused. still, here's a selection of my favorites:
it's mostly her being flustered because. nice.
#☼'( sɪɢɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ [answered] )#|| neither of her main fcs have particularly WILD material in the first place#|| tragically
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@regnantlight said: “#”
cell phone headcanons | accepting
their name in easy’s phone: 💕✨Zel ✨💖
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ringtone: Bookends Theme – Simon & Garfunkel, or Town with an Ocean View from the Kiki’s Delivery Service OST. Any and all ringtones are flexible to change as time goes on, but Zel’s is generally something instrumental, pretty, and sentimental.
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#☼'( sɪɢɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ [answered] )#☼’( ᴀ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ's ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ [isms] )#regnantlight#☼’( ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ɢᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ sʜɪɴᴇ [regnantlight] )#|| honestly she probably already memorized most of the book#|| but just likes to take any excuse to have zelda be brilliant @ her for a minute#|| I theorize the 'oh' was an accidental send from zelda. also a nice break for [zel is typing] between 'oh' and easy's follow up
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@regnantlight said:
🎶
send 🎶 for a musical number for our muses
[rubs my little racoon hands together] good. splendid. alright—
Being Alive from Company (especially as performed by Voctave)
Someone to hold you too close
Someone to hurt you too deep
Someone to sit in your chair
And ruin your sleep
To make you aware
Of being alive...
Someone to need you too much
Someone to know you too well...
Someone you have to let in
Someone whose feelings you spare
Someone who, like it or not
Will want you to share
A little, a lot
Is being alive...
Someone to crowd you with love
Someone to force you to care
Someone to make you come through
Who'll always be there
As frightened as you
Of being alive
and, of course, the pleading reprise at the end, as the perspective shifts:
Somebody crowd me with love
Somebody force me to care
Somebody let me come through
I'll always be there
As frightened as you
To help us survive
Being alive
honestly I feel like it bears little need for elaboration, the proof’s in the pudding (and performance)— but I’ll go on and give some, anyhow: that they’re both so practiced at showing only parts of themselves to others, and finding ways to keep even the people they love very dearly at arm’s length; for fear of being a burden, of not meeting expectations, of not being exactly what they each believe they should be, every moment of every day... I’ll admit, I think it’s even more difficult for Zelda to begin to open up and ease those barriers than it is for Easy to do the same, but they certainly both struggle with it.
But that only compounds the need for someone to break through. To hold you too close; someone you have to let in... each of them coming to terms with how, as they do finally give leighway for the other to see the parts of themself they try to keep down, it lets them feel freer, fuller, and— indeed— more alive than they have in a long while.
It’s scary. Of course it is— life is. But it’s better together.
I think the realization at the end errs more from Zelda’s perspective, maybe after a pre-determined length of partnership ends which had brought them together, or maybe as she gears up to enter into a loveless political marriage, and realizes, oh! actually! that doesn’t sound nearly as tolerable as it did before because I’ve experiened what being alive (for myself) is actually about!
honorable mentions: Come What May from Moulin Rouge, Sunrise from In the Heights, (and of course: You Matter to Me)
honorable honorable mention: Legally Blonde from... Legally Blonde: the Musical... something, something, “someone in Hyrule’s court attempts to take advantage of / otherwise snubs the ambassador in a way which makes her feel foolish and small for ever believing she was good enough for such a high position, decides to pack it all up and head back to the small town where she ‘belongs’, much to the dismay of her highness’—
E: Thanks for your help and for all you've done
Thank you for treating me decently
Z: What's wrong?
E: Maybe someday you can visit me
Give me a call, say hello–
Z: Wait, where are you going?
E: Sorry, I'm letting down everyone
Z: What brought on this?
E: You gave your best with a hopeless case
Z: That's ludicrous
Both: You are the best thing about this place
Z: Emily, you should know-...
#☼'( sɪɢɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ [answered] )#☼'( ᴘʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs [saved] )#|| WOW this got long#|| i have the MOST thoughts
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@thefatalmarksman said:
"have the people who make these cheesy movies seen how real people spend valentine's day?"
valentine’s prompts
he says this as if she isn’t snuggled up against one side of him, decked in delicate pinks and heart-shaped details from her neck down to patterned socks, looking every bit like the manifestation of shlocky, adoring love itself.
“ hush! ” pomona scolds, the backs of her fingers curtly smacking against his arm. he’s decided to air his grievances right at a pivotal moment— the main characters reconciling after their requisite ‘falling out over a misunderstanding.’ pleading expressions in close-focus, a dramatic confession, and, alas! the tearful, emotional kiss to seal the deal.
“ of course they know it isn’t realistic. if you’re tryin’ to watch a movie for realism, you’re comin’ to th’ wrong place. at that rate, action movies ‘d all end in th’ first fifteen minutes. ” y’know, given how many Obviously Fatal Encounters™ their rough and ready heroes survived from start-to-finish. “it’s not supposed to be real. it’s supposed to be nice. romantic, and dreamy, and... wonderful.”
she’s tearing up, now. aah, they always get her.
#thefatalmarksman#☼'( sɪɢɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ [answered] )#|| he's bullying her#☼’( sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇsᴛ ғʀᴜɪᴛ ᴏғ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ [mythos] )
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@rcguna said: "Yeah, I think whatever got into my cellar was after the cheese I was aging. A wheel of it was torn up. If it was a raccoon it was very messy, and now probably very full." Raguna sighs, but he doesn't seem too upset. "Shouldn't be too difficult to fix up though. Better than a fox or mink getting in somewhere."
She makes a face somewhere between thoughtful and sympathetic, considering the scene in her mind’s eye while cutting a little rectangle from a square dish, plating the cranberry crumb bar and gently plonking it down in front of him. “well, I’d say ‘poor thing’ for th’ tummy problems I reckon they’re ‘bout t’ suffer, but I guess that’s just comeuppance, isn’t it?” she teases, a little, before canting her head to the other side.
“s’pose you’re gonna have t’ go around and check for any gaps near th’ foundation, make sure they haven’t made a den anywhere close by... it doesn’ sound like too much, but if you need any help, I’ve got th’ time on my hands.” she didn’t keep any animals as of yet, after all, so the cold coming in meant a lot less work in the fields to keep her busy.
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"You've thoroughly charmed everyone, tonight."
The two would indulge a bit of interlude from the commotion inside, standing in the brisk air of the balcony. Away from prying eyes and chatty socialites. Though Satsuki stood stiff and proper, as usual, there is undeniable reprieve in this moment shared between them. Where they could enjoy their champagne above a garden and below the starry heavens.
"Myself included." She silently confesses, peering behind the veil of her side fringe to the Earthshaker. A hint of a... smile? "Even when my guard is at my highest, in places like these, it is ... nice, that I can find comfort in your company. So thank you. For coming with me."
@kiryuiegerin | [ based off that doodle :)c ]
It very well could have been overwhelming– being so thoroughly surrounded by beauty on every layer. The stars which so often got trapped in her eyes instead pressing down overhead, her constant companion of flora and fauna below, and... words did Satsuki little justice, but striking, graceful, and resolute came close.
Smiles and gentle candor aside, hardly a minute had passed the whole evening where the alchemist’s heart hadn’t raced; flutters of worry tickling the nerves from her nape down to her fingertips. Guests of the highest esteem all eager to meet and trade banter, telling stories and peppering with one question after another...
And yet, it scarcely seemed to faze the Prime Minister in the least. No matter how many vied for her attention– one proposal, comment, question, and transition of company after the next– she was steady; gaze clear, and disciplined.
“...I– really?” Safe to say, her words caught Miss Cromwell by surprise. Me? she thinks in lieu of words, which were suddenly hard to come by.
Making a good impression on the other attendees was one thing– a feat which, even for all her humility, Emily was confident she could pull off with enough care (as someone in her position should)– but... being a comfort to Satsuki Kiryuin was entirely another. Her excellency was not prone to flattery, either; if she offered a compliment one could be certain she meant it.
“I can’t begin tell y’ how happy I am t’ hear that. ” thankfully, the warmth of her expression manages to do most of the heavy lifting where words continue to fail. “Th’ pressure you must be under at these sorts ‘f things is the stuff that makes diamonds out ‘f coal. T’ be able to take even a little bit ‘f that load off...well, I’m certainly glad t’ be here. With you.
An’ I hope you’ll have me again, sometime.”
#kiryuiegerin#☼'( sɪɢɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ [answered] )#☼'( ᴘʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs [saved] )#|| sometime read also as: anytime. whenever. wherever.#|| hmm this made my heart unprecedentedly soft
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@wyrdify / @flameleads said: # [ from Roy~ ]
cell phone headcanons | no longer accepting
their name in easy’s phone: 🏵️gloriosa 🔥💖
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ringtone: Sept Guitares - René Aubry, In the Evening - Joseph Sullinger. Really those are just examples— by and large, it might be any number of spanish / flamenco guitar tracks (which he likely introduced her to, in the first place). trending mostly on the more relaxed, ‘romantic’ side, but as seen with sept guitares, it can wander into more ‘cheerful’ vibes from time to time– but still relatively subdued, gentle.
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#wyrdify#flameleads#☼'( sɪɢɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ [answered] )#inbox meme.#|| I've actually had this finished for days but the texts were saved on my work computer lmao#|| anyways. just two self-care inept homies looking out for one another.
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@thecrimsonmonster asked: “#”
cell phone headcanons | no longer accepting
their name in easy’s phone: kimbley 🌹🍁🌱
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ringtone: at the moment? probably just her standard ringtone, which is subject to frequent changing— Let it Grow - Eric Clapton is a regular fave, though. that, or instrumental music from whatever cozy game OST she’s playing at the time. it takes her a while to pin down someone’s ‘vibe’ enough for a custom ringtone, but it may come for him yet.
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@sunlilted asked possibly my favorite question of all time:
what is the most difficult part of Easy's alchemy? was it the research, the trials / testing, the process of learning at all?
Dropped low in the middle of a valley between mountains, Wiradu is a little town, blessed with a great many things— good soil, mostly mild weather, a stream which plays host to schools of migrating fish... but it also, predictably, lacks a lot of other things typical to larger settlements.
When Easy happened across the scribblings, notes, and handful of books that her great-grandfather left behind, she had very little idea as to how to begin parsing them out, and fortunate though her little town was to have a library, they certainly didn’t have any additional texts on alchemy, and there was no-one in town with relevant expertise to offer, either. Any initial learning she did was entirely self-driven and self-motivated, which lead to a lot of frustration. Trial and error after error after error.
But despite the lack of guidance and seemingly insurmountable hurdles at the start, she kept beating her head against it, determined to not only understand the concepts, but make them useful for her community. From all the stories, Zachariah was a very charitable man, and bright, too— he wouldn’t have put all the work he did into this craft and these theories for nothing. So she begged to go along on trips into East City and New Optain, determined to find any books or scraps of paper she could that might help bridge her gap in understanding.
Really, it feels like she skipped a few steps. That’s what made the research so difficult— jumping headfirst into alchemical texts with no beginner-friendly introductions is like picking up a book in a completely different language, relying on borrowed words and a few familiar concepts to carry her through. She spent countless hours reading, sketching, testing, and reconfiguring to try and make sense of it all. But, of course, it was all worth it for those moments when a one-in-one-hundred attempt turned out as she expected, and every little inch of progress was made.
Once she had a grip on the basics, things definitely grew easier. She’s fairly bright, and a natural problem solver, so the process of stringing together the new repertoire of tools once she understood them wasn’t nearly as difficult as getting a handle in the first place. Still, there was a lot of additional studying to do to make the impact she hoped to. Alchemy is only a fraction of the equation, lumped in with biochemistry, agricultural, and environmental science.
The trials and testing really aren’t that difficult— tedious, at times, maybe, but she’s very passionate about the work, so it doesn’t feel draining— the difficulty today (and what will most likely remain), is in the research, because there’s just so much which goes into consideration for the methods and practice she’s trying to develop. Stacks upon stacks of research documents, soil surveys, regional agricultural reports, and various relevant science texts end up on her desks at work and home at any given time, with no end in sight. But, such is the nature of the pursuit of knowledge: a true student is a student, eternal.
post-script:
one of the more difficult qualities of implementing her signature alchemy, as it’s known, is control. controlling the intensity, the depth, and the extent of deconstruction and displacement. similar to how roy manipulates the size and strength of his flames with focus and intention, it takes a great deal of restraint and practice to do what she does without disastrous repercussions.
(of course, that sheer destructive quality was part of her marketing scheme to appeal to the military’s sensibilities in the first place, but... y’know. she’s not actually Like That).
#☼'( sɪɢɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ [answered] )#☼'( ᴘʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs [saved] )#☼’( ʜᴇʀs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ [about] )#☼’( ʜᴇᴀʀᴛsᴇᴀsᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴘʟᴏᴛ [musings] )#☼’( ᴇᴀʀᴛʜsʜᴀᴋᴇʀ [main verse] )#|| tags this with everything#|| thank you for this question i adore you
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@reigningsniper said:
"in my defense, they didn't have a smaller teddy bear in stock. hope you have some space in your bedroom" // not riza being EXTRA.
she’s struggling to hold the plush as Riza explains— not, of course, for it’s weight, but because the thing is as tall as her and wider by half at every point. it is, truly, the largest stuffed anything she’s ever seen... and the mental image of Ri, with her generally serious expression and driving prowess, crossing the city with him crammed in the passenger seat? truly tremendous.
“well, I do have that reading chair in th’ corner I don’t use terribly often. assumin’ he’ll fit,” she muses, finally managing to find a good angle where her head could poke past one of the teddy’s shoulders, beaming with laughter as she does.
“—he’s perfect. I absolutely love it.”
from the cinnamon color of his little curly-q ‘fur’ down to the big pink bowtie on his neck. in fact, she had a dress which tied to a very similar ribbon in the back... she’d have to dress up to match him, sometime.
#reigningsniper#☼’( ...ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪɴ ɪ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ 'ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs' [reigningsniper] )#☼'( sɪɢɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ [answered] )#vday.#|| she'll take him out on 'dates' around town and have photos taken which show up randomly on riza's desk#|| also imagining her trying to take him on a long distance assignment. toddling onto the train with this absolutely massive bear.#|| don't worry; she'll buy him his own ticket
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@regnantlight said:
“ this isn’t so bad. it’s quite cozy, actually. “
only one bed prompts | accepting
cozy was a good way to describe the atmosphere, as a whole. a true serving of village comfort: warm colors with dapples of cream to break up dark wood grains and red, ochre, umber hues, a hand-sewn quilt on the bed, with a pile of extra blankets at hand in case one wasn’t enough, or maybe the texture didn’t fit the bill. the antithesis of minimal, but somehow just avoiding cluttered, the decorations leave little empty space in favor of bestowing character— it feels lived-in, in a way many hostels might avoid. it reminds her of home, in that way.
a fact which paved comfort on Easy’s part from the beginning... and perhaps not quite as much on Zelda’s behalf. there’d been some flustered apologies and meager attempts to scrounge up a ‘solution’ (to a problem which barely existed)— but alas, it was humble size which leant the room its aura to begin with; there was no settee to claim in stead, nor anything else of the sort. unless she was going to suggest throwing some pillows in the washroom’s tub, the answer was singular and obvious... and settled on before too long.
Miss Cromwell was remarkably unfazed. oh, sure, she may have blushed a little and chuckled at Zelda’s expense, here-or-there, but all-in-all the happenstance rolled right off her back. she liked Zelda. more than that, she trusted the princess, and was comfortable in her company— however close it may be.
“ is that right? ” she quips, with the tiniest trace of teasing, still half-sat up against the headboard while she undoes the clasps of her earrings and stows them on the nightstand nearby. once that’s squared, she turns over, and nestles down deeper into the bed; her face soon level with the princess’ as they laid on adjacent pillows. a few inches separating nose-from-nose, but even that was further than some— knuckles which brush one another as she curls into form, a knee which skims the other’s thigh, light as a feather.
the fire smolders low and dim, but still enough that Emily could trace Zelda’s features with that signature soft, sleepy gaze she is known for, and Zelda could catch the brief stretch of her smile, in turn. “...I think so, too.”
a long, slow breath drawn, while lashes fall closed, a smile still framing her lips. “and it’s a good thing, because you need a good night’s rest, after all your hard work...
Sleep well, Zel.”
(if you can manage it).
#regnantlight#☼'( sɪɢɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ [answered] )#|| ambiguous verse. the only important thing is. They.#☼’( ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ɢᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ sʜɪɴᴇ [regnantlight] )
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