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( !! ) 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 / @calefactions

the fire lord is arriving, my lady, said a servant girl. sayuri nodded. a small smile of thanks passed her face, frustration quick to take its place as she tried to pull a ruby red leather glove over her right hand. still, the fingers of her left could barely move, and so she struggled to tug the glove all the way to her wrist. pushing the diamantée cluster closure into its loop proved impossible. sayuri gave up and held her hand out for the servant girl to finish wearing the blasted thing for her.

with one ordeal over, she moved on to the next. sayuri walked out to the gates, flanked by two maids, to greet the man who'd given her the missive. hands folded in front of her, right cradling left. only when she stepped out of the front door, the smell of brush and brimstone everywhere, did she realize she had been holding her breath. thick wooden gates groaned open, but sayuri couldn't hear anything over the sound of her forcing herself to breathe out. she sucked in another breath, as if she had sighted storm clouds gathering, and now steeled herself for their coming.

she wondered if the spirits felt a qualm of conscience for handing her over so kindlessly to tragedy's tender mercies.

sure as summer rain, he came. sayuri bowed, and she meant to say something, but her tongue stilled and her breath stopped. she looked up at him, and it was like staring straight into the sun. sayuri dropped her gaze, smiling politely. "this way," she spoke softly, turning and heading to the dinner that she'd had set up in the garden. she preferred to stay outside. inside was unbearably stuffy; besides, she already struggled to breathe. the hour of the hawk circled, the beating of its wings bringing with it a breeze; still, she struggled to breathe. sayuri led chaeseong to a wide arched doorway that opened into the garden. there waited a table, with two seats on opposite ends. a small feast far too much for two people—an ordinary dinner scattered with some of his favorite things. she meant to take her seat, but the hoarse screaming of a hawk came, sounding nearby. it sent a chill up her arms and made her look up. without her notice, sayuri lingered awkwardly in the doorway.

#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / interaction )#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / chaeseong )#lmk if you want smt changed!

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( !! ) 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 / @lcrdofcinder

sayuri had spent the entire day loitering about the corridors of the palace, joining bets and games of pai sho and passing conversations. shuffling her feet and scratching at her palms and picking at flowers sticking out of bushes. putting off seeing chaeseong again, because she wasn't entirely sure that she wanted to see him again.

by mid-afternoon, as the day neared dusk, rainclouds had begun to gather overhead, and the world seemed as grey as it was bright with light. sayuri took her winnings from a particularly risky game of pai sho as a sign. ten gold dragons and a pouch of fine fire gummies from a lady of ember island. finally, with a pocket full of dragons and a pouch full of gummies, she began to make her way to where chaeseong said he would be. he was nowhere to be seen in the hallways, so she guessed he was still otherwise engaged. sayuri looked for yoonjae instead, knowing he was probably lurking nearby.

finally, she spotted him—the back of his head was already a familiar sight. feather-footed, sayuri walked to him. "yoonie," she greeted, squeezing his forearm. stood in front of him, she smiled and held out the pouch of fire gummies to him. "here," she said, shaking the bag gently, "straight from ember island. i know you love fire gummies.

i had to go through a lot of trouble to get this—winning seven rounds of pai sho isn't easy, you know. i thought those lord and ladies would go easy on me, but they didn't," her words were not without accusation. "but i guess i just got really lucky. so, here," she softly shook the bag again, "don’t worry. i already ate some to make sure it was up to your standards.”

#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / interaction )#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / yoonjae )#risecoronation

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greedy for power, for honour, for love.

minatozaki sana. cis female. she/her. presenting lady sato sayuri, twenty five-year-old non - bender loyal to house takao and house sato. friendly yet lazy, they find themself supportive of fire lord chaesan’s reign. will this be their salvation or their undoing ?

ooc / i’m getting to replies i swear swear but pink haired barb sayuri is back. lots more added details about her below and like ten detailed plot ideas, but she’s pretty much the same. like to plot! but i’ll be in everyone’s ims in a sec too.

“hey! you’re looking so cute today. i have a quick favor to ask…”

name lady sato sayuri

alias sayuri

age 25

gender cis female

pronouns she/her

status noble

ability non - bender, axe wielder

alliance house takao and house sato

occupation part time lady of hammerhal, full time jewelry designer

personality bubbly outgoing affectionate perceptive loyal spoiled lazy manipulative superficial escapist avoidant

moral alignment lawful neutral

elements air and water

likes hot soups, sweet pastries, jewelry, the beach, sunny weather

hates chores

goals hopefully none

fears expectation

hobbies resting, relaxing, making beaded jewelry, taking long walks on the beach, supporting her friends and family, swimming

appearance sometimes red or orange, but currently pink hair to her waist usually decorated with ribbons, or tied into one braid or two pigtails. outfits are extremely [ this maybe i came too prepared this time ] two-piece sets usually consisting of a cropped top and a flowy skirt or a long skirt with a high slit—always looks like she’s going to a party by the beach. colors worn are burgundy red or light pink. always wearing some kind of jewelry.

aesthetic the golden hour fading into dusk, heavy eyelids drooping at midday and melting peach sorbet

facts youngest child and only daughter in a family full of militarily accomplished older brothers so grew up very spoiled and used to people attending to her needs and doing things for her. expert axe wielder, as is the tradition of her house, but often openly undermines her own talent so people don’t start expecting her to rush to the frontlines to defend her nation or anything crazy like that. wants to see the world and eat food from everywhere, but also can’t be bothered to leave her house. it’s a dilemma. loves dancing and always appreciates a fun party. has an extreme aversion to commitment especially concerning love and marriage (”i’m only 25 what am i a child bride”), and though sayuri(an empath) gets attached pretty easily, finds any kind of ~real~ emotion intimidating and annoying.

faceclaim minatozaki sana

“i clearly tried too hard. i’ll just go rest up … or something.“

just a pink haired barb rly

smart but lazy trope

youngest child and only daughter in a family full of militarily accomplished older brothers. i haven’t sent in her family info but house sato of hammerhal is an old house known for their specialized axe-wielder military and for having the claim to the country’s largest ironwood forest. house seat is stationed deep in the forests of hammerhal, up in the sato mountains, surrounded by trees of ironwood. house words are iron from ice because it’s unusually cold in their territory and they’ve been known to get the rare hail storm or snowfall every few years.

back to sayuri! she picks up on things really quickly the problem is she never bothers picking up anything. her hands are too soft and delicate for manual labor! or at least that’s what she’ll tell you

does the bare minimum but nothing less

pretty much a floater. no burning passions or big dreams. she just wants to live life breathe air she knows somehow shes gonna get there and feel so wonderful

yeah she just wants to make friends and have a good time. but at the same time, despite her deep hatred for responsibility and much to her chagrin, she’s imbued with a deep sense of duty to her family. dedication laying dormant, like a flint waiting for a spark.

about her life so far: she hasn’t done or accomplished much beyond what’s expected of her. had average grades in school, mastered the axe as is the tradition of her house. really thankful she’s not a bender because that would mean so much more training

shows no interest in entering the military though all of her brothers have and are accomplished. she says it’s because her brothers have set such a perfect example that anything she does will only cause disappointment.

these are her muse inspos if that helps paint a clearer picture: hilda goneril (fire emblem), garrett mcneil (superstore), anne shirley (anne of green gables), erin hannon (the office), olenna tyrell (game of thrones), ty lee (atla), the song movement by hozier

plot ideas!

these are all potential plot ideas and i’m not looking to fill every singleone. will close up plots if some get taken up and/or contradict each other!

( req. fellow trickster someone who also manipulates or knows more than they let on etc ) they see right through each other and challenge each other in a healthy way that fosters self improvement for both of them. they’re both headstrong and perceptive, which is exactly what they both need.

( req. model noble type ) a fellow noble who sees right through sayuri’s constant attempts at tricking people into doing things for her. they try to lecture her, change her for the better. and yet, always somehow end up victim to the very tricks they try to steer her away from.

( req. a Nice Person ) they get seriously hurt doing something sayuri tricked them into doing but they’re such a peach they’re like no its ok dw abt it i was happy to do it its ok ! but sayuri feels weirdly guilty so she keeps trying to bring them stuff and even…..does things for them

someone whose family she’s so unprecedentedly curious about. through the years, without meaning to, they’ve fed her their entire family’s history. break out the family photo album when she visits their stronghold. orrrrr, maybe she’s actually curious about the person themself… ? ( possible crush plot ! )

sayuri’s current big fat crush she’s just down horrendous for someone who straightup avoids going to hammerhal atp even for official business duties bec they always end up beguiled into staying for literal months and neglecting duties back home because spending time with sayuri is fun. but sayuri’s starting to feel like theyre avoiding her(CONFLICT) her bday is coming up though so she will force them to visit. ( doesnt have to be requited or a ship although i do have my sailor cap ready could be fun and light could be angst idk shes just a jelly doughnut except instead of jelly shes filled with love. bonus pts if theyre doomy and gloomy type/vibe but not a req also open to guys gals and pals )

( req. maybe someone hotheaded or gets involved in a lot of fights brawls etc ) a dear friend of hers who’s always getting into fights. she has patched up their wounds many, many times, and doesn’t tire of gently advising them to stop getting involved in brawls. “come on, let’s get you to the infirmary. you look ghoulish.”

the two of them are jokey flirty friends always kidding around about betrothals and marriages. it’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye, as it were. ( intentionally vague ! im thinking it could go fun genuine friends route like theyre just super comfy with each other and have a deep understanding of each others limits so they can joke around its just the nature of their friendship to be flirty and playful OR a more srs angsty pining route where shit hits the fan when someone actually gets involved with someone else or like someone bring up For Real getting married and the other person responds some type of way etc all that drama, lets brainstorm )

( req. someone neat and organized and not lazy or maybe loves cleaning, probably a noble ) childhood friends. sayuri used to get so excited for their visits. they’d have slumber parties and build sprawling blanket forts in sayuri’s room and stay up until odd hours, just talking and talking. of course, after they were done, sayuri would leave all the blankets and pillows lying around. this person always cleaned up their mess, and then some. sayuri’s room was always cleaner than it was before they arrived. some things never change … ? ( setting the scene for possible wholesome bff forever thing theyre the pair laughing behind their hands gossiping about everyone OR angsty childhood friends fell apart bec of insert reason here all that awkward staring across the room and sitting next to each other quietly at dinner….mmmm. idk lets brainstorm ! )

theyre clueless about jewelry but want something special to give their insert loved one here. she helps them!!! if only because she thinks theyre so hopelessly clueless and knows they won’t ever do a good job

they don’t get swayed by her compliments and smiles. it frustrates her really. especially because she really needs [insert thing here] from them.

#riseintro #𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / interaction )#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / muse )#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / visual )

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( !! ) 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 / open to all

location forests around hari bulkan during a celebratory hunt

sayuri's sitting under a nearby tree when she sees it from the corner of her eye. hears the rustling of grass and leaves, the grunt of someone falling. she doesn’t know what, or who, it is exactly. but it sounds a lot like something that’s sure to disrupt the peaceful day of pastry grazing she had carefully curated for herself. instinct pulls her attention to the commotion. sayuri smiles. “hi!” she waves. she lifts her voice just so, so that it carries across the short distance between them. she had walked deeper into the warm woods hours prior, to seek repose from the bustle of a grand hunt's camp. without meaning to, she found herself miles from camp, with too much peace and quiet to bear alone. some company didn't seem like such a bad idea. “are you alright?” she calls, “i’d offer to help, but you look more than capable of taking care of yourself.” sayuri squints into the small distance between them, still unable to make out a face. once more, she calls, “we’re far from camp—i have some bread here with me, if you're hungry!”

#riseopen #risefeast #𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / interaction )

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( !! ) 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 / @calefactions

she darted through the halls of the royal mansion like a thief in the night, all but a blur of red as she made her way down a path she hadn't stepped foot on in half a year. in a forest, this path would be overgrown with leaves and vines and flowers by now—taken back by nature, forgotten with time. but the way to chaeseong's chambers was as gold and gilded as ever, as clear in her memory as yesterday's dream. too soon did she arrive on his doorstep, and too soon did she knock. too soon did she try to shake off her patience, and too soon did she turn back around to leave.

she heard the door creak open behind her, and saw her shadow thrown clear across the floor by the light from inside the room. her intent betrayed by her impulse, she turned around. she saw him. she ran to him. arms she could no longer feel threw themselves around his neck, and she all but tackled him with her embrace. "chaeseong," she breathed, relief flooding her entire body. sayuri tightened her arms around him, her face buried in the crook of his neck, and for a moment, she felt as if her feet were no longer touching the ground. a strangled laugh of relief and joy spilled out of her when she pulled away, her eyes glassy when she touched his face—if only so she could truly prove her worst fears false.

"i was worried," she said, suddenly breathless, "i was scared and i worried that they—" sayuri took a deep inhale through parted lips, all her words lost in her repose. all at once, her heartbeat slowed and quickened. she breathed and breathed, but took in no air. wind burned hot on her lips, which she could no longer pull back from their smile.

#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / interaction )#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / chaeseong )#risecoronation

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( !! ) 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 / @lcvelessnights

sayuri strolled into the doors of the royal mansion as she had done every single day for the past week. joyfully, she waved to one of the guards she'd befriended and sent him a smile when he waved back. in her perfectly manicured hands, she carried a delicately wrapped little gift box. the soft red ribbon decorating it matched the soft red ribbon that kept her hair pale pink hair loosely tied. the dusty red of her flowing skirt trailing after her, sayuri floated along the mansion's great hallways like a dandelion lost to the breeze. feather-footed, she alighted stairs and turned grand corridors, having traveled this path to chaeseong's quarters so many times that she could walk it with her eyes closed. and maybe it was this confidence that caused the ensuing chaos; sayuri turned a corner without looking and almost crashed into someone else. she stopped soon enough that she only lightly bumped into them. "oof—sorry—" she looked up, and immediately, her heart dropped to the floor like a ten-ton weight.

sayuri took a full step back, bowing low, "my apologies, your highness," she swallowed, stiffening; smiling when she stood back up, "i was careless and didn’t look at where i was going.” the words felt heavy in her mouth, all the letters tangling with her teeth in her tongue’s effort to push them out.

#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / interaction )#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / chaein )#lcvelessnights

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( !! ) 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 / @endburn

they had been four days climbing the woods. the homely smell of ironwood and cool grass was comfort enough, but sayuri had spent so much time in the capital that the air of the mountains now felt damp and clammy. she had insisted on riding in the wheelhouse alone for the rest of the way. in vain, she tried time and time again to give herself to slumber. when she heard the familiar commotion of a large groaning gate, sayuri opened the small window and saw that they had reached her family's estate. the carriage slowed to a stop. she felt listless and dazed as she prepared to alight, to drag herself to bed and sleep forever.

sayuri sighed. a servant opened the carriage door and gave her a hand. she took it gladly, leaning more weight onto them than she needed to, and smiled a small smile as she said her thanks. sayuri's feet had barely touched the dirt when another servant came up to her. a guest awaits you, my lady, said the girl; head bowed in apology, she turned to her right. sayuri looked on and saw a familiar figure a walk away. though he was a friend, she had seen his face in more nightmares than daydreams. as she walked to him, a discomfort stirred in her stomach—more than she was used to. a bolt of lightning broke through the sky, the whip crack of thunder quick to follow. in the distance, a great tree fell like an omen. sayuri's heart quickened. her skin tingled as it turned to gooseflesh.

still, she smiled when she approached him. "my lord," she greeted, her chest feeling so heavy that she had to take a deep breath and sigh, "what brings you all this way?" the words felt all wrong in her mouth. her eyes fell to the paper in his hand. her smile fell, too. sayuri felt her breath catch in her throat. the hard parchment, the wax seal. her mouth dried, and as if anyone had tried to come near her, she stepped back. "no," she whispered. prayer and plea and protest. sayuri took another step back, and as the sky began to fall, she turned and ran out of the open gates. into the black of the woods she fled; the green swallowed her up. the sound of her footsteps faded fast, replaced by the steady pattering of rain on leaves.

#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / interaction )#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / yongha )#lmk if you want smt changed!

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( !! ) 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 / @jadedfvll

everywhere after she had come home from the capital was woodsy and wild and lonesome. she loved hammerhal well enough, but sayuri had jumped at the first chance to be near the sea. fort szeto wasn't quite the harbor, but she figured she could take a trip down to the pier between lessons to stare at seagulls soaring over the shimmering sea. it had all worked out quite well; as it was, her brothers were busy and she had nothing to do. swinging around an axe was as easy to her as anything. although, she hadn't the slightest clue what she would be like as a teacher. on the way down, sayuri thought she wouldn't have the patience to be good at it; and though she was quite right, xuanyu was quick enough to learn, and so teaching him was no great ordeal.

still, at the end of the day, she found herself dreadfully tired from an endless week of training. sayuri couldn't sleep, and so she'd stalked to the kitchen, hoping to ask for a warm glass of milk, only to find the kitchen empty and all the maids asleep. she'd spent nearly half an hour staring at the many things used for cooking in that room, only to accept that she hadn't the slightest clue how to use any of them.

hoping to find a ghost still lurking around the hour, sayuri padded back up with two cups of lukewarm milk in hand. she stalked the halls, looking for a door with light shining from between the cracks, and knocked on the first door she found. "hi," she smiled when the door opened, relieved to see a friendly face. "thought you could use a glass of warm milk," she held out a cup of milk towards him, the words sliding off her tongue smooth as silk. so, maybe she didn't exactly seek him out and maybe the cup of milk wasn't exactly warm, but it wasn't a complete lie. she thought anyone up so late could use a glass of milk. "do you... mind if i come in?"

#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / interaction )#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / xuanyu )#lmk if you want smt changed!

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( !! ) 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 / @premorbidity

sayuri sat by chaeyeon's vanity and looked into the mirror as she combed out her long pink hair. through soft rose tresses that shone almost pale white in the light of the moon, she ran the comb she'd gifted to chaeseong and, in due course, stolen from his room. on the vanity, she'd laid out a red velvet cloth, and on top of it, metals and gemstones and tiny iterations of big tools sat in a neat line. pliers and cutters and scissors no bigger than her own hand. something half-done took up the entire left side of the table, with a measuring tape rolled up next to it. sayuri turned to the door once she heard it creak open.

"chaeyeon!" she beamed, placing the comb down on the table and leaving her seat. she moved across the room as if blown by the breeze, and did nothing to resist the strong urge to wrap chaeyeon up in a big hug. "i mean to say... princess chaeyeon," sayuri smiled apologetically, folding her hands in front of herself and bowing when she pulled away. "only, it’s been a while, your highness," sayuri smiled. a while. a few days. sayuri hadn’t blinked a second since she started working on chaeyeon’s commission. time tended to fly in the face of fun.

"i've made strides with your request," she claimed confidently, "but i was having trouble with some measurements. oh—i hope you don't mind, i'd been walking all day and my feet were sore, so i asked your kind guards to let me in to sit for a moment." she spoke of it as if it were some small feat to slip past the royal guard; as if it were something she could have achieved without losing half her eyelashes in all the batting they’d done. she spoke as if all the messes of the world stopped existing at the door. "i was almost finished so i thought we—oh, have you had anything to eat tonight?"

#risecoronation #𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / interaction )#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / chaeyeon )

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( !! ) 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 / @seraphic-teardrops

she felt as tender as the hand inside her yellow silk glove. beneath the linen bandages, her fingers still throbbed where the dagger had bitten. she couldn’t bend the last two fingers on her left hand, and the others scarcely had any dexterity. and gold was heavy, so she carried the small treasure box in her good hand. she poked her head into an open door, and there, by chance, saw a familiar face.

"oh, hyunhee—good, you're here," she greeted with a smile. sayuri walked to her, then put the box down on a tea table between them. "could you take this to lord chan by noon tomorrow," she said, instruction lilting sweetly to sound like a question. “he's only a few blocks from the palace. horrifyingly ugly gold fire ferret statue out front," sayuri scrunched her nose, then laughed, "you can't miss it." she gave no room for reply, took that small silence as agreement, then quickly moved along. anymore, she only ever felt half awake; forever in a state of dreaming, but she shrugged the feeling off best she could by talking and talking and talking. “what are you up to, anyway?” she looked around. “were you about to arrange dinner? does the kitchen have braised beef buns today?” sayuri bit her smile. “ooh, i love braised beef buns. don’t you?”

#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / interaction )#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / hyunhee )#love a consensual workplace relationship<3 lmfao

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( !! ) 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 / @cha3yul

white knuckles tapped on wood twice—far from the merry rhythm she used to announce herself with. nothing was as it was anymore, and often, sayuri thought she could not bear it. but then, sometimes, she would have the awful thought that she could bear it, and that there were years of that hideous suffering before her. standing there in that cold hallway, holding two cups of colder milk, there was no one around to hear her; she sighed loudly. she wondered, briefly, if she had knocked too softly; all the walls and doors of hammerhal were unbearably thick and heavy.

but then, the door opened, and all the torchlight from inside caught in her wet eyes; anymore, they never seemed to dry. her face was pale and hard as stone, and the small smile she pulled on looked unnatural. her lips looked less like flesh and more like porcelain painted red, the windows to her soul more shattered glass panes than windows. she put one cup of milk into his hand and stepped inside. "well, i should not know how to warm it," she said.

she meant to laugh with him over a private joke, as they often used to do. she meant to reminisce about a simpler time, when their greatest worries were cold milk and complicated cookery. but as she spoke, somewhere off in the wood, a wolf howled. something about the howling of a wolf took one out of the here and now and left them in a dark forest of the mind, running naked before the pack. she glanced to the window, forgetting to make sweet her misery. she didn’t mean to despair of the past so openly. she didn’t think chaeyul would mind, but she didn’t want to be another of the thousand things that she thought already weighed heavy on his mind.

sayuri lingered awkwardly in the middle of the room. "oh, sorry?" her eyes darted back to him, unsure if he had said anything. a worry struck her then. suddenly, she worried he might have said something and she had missed it. she worried she would blink and he would be gone and all she would be able to do was miss him. it seemed to her that was all she could do now—miss, and worry, and wish. her life was a perfect graveyard of buried hopes, and she worried she would one day have to bury him in it, too.

#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / interaction )#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / chaeyul )#lmk if you want smt changed!#set this shortly after she returned home and learned her brother d worded

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