RP: GM Cinematics The Crossing

[Andrew]

RP Date

YE 46

RP Location

Shoishuggo

Shoishuggo​

Several Months Ago​

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The Teneol Sea stretched out into the horizon, a rolling expanse of silver and blue under the light of Shoishuggo’s twin moons. The planet’s massive rings arched across the sky, shimmering like strings of diamonds scattered among the stars. The galley boat glided silently across the tranquil waters, its sails filled by a gentle breeze that carried the scent of salt and distant flowers. Tetsuya stood at the center of the deck, his sharp, silver eyes taking in the breathtaking expanse. The air was cool but comforting against his Norian skin, which felt neither chill nor the sting of the sea’s moisture. His blue hair ruffled in the wind, and he allowed himself a rare moment of serenity, his thoughts entirely occupied by the woman nearby.

Ves leaned lightly against the ship’s railing, her pink hair catching the moonlight and glimmering like a veil of morning light. Her blue eyes were fixed on the sea, their gaze distant, as if lost in the mystery of the stars and the crystalline rings above. She felt him before she saw him, his presence a warmth that always drew her attention.

Tetsuya approached, his steps unhurried and deliberate. When he reached her, he extended his hand, palm up, an invitation and a promise all at once. “May I have this dance?” he asked, his voice low and steady, carrying over the faint creak of the ship’s wooden planks.

Ves turned to him, her lips curving into a soft smile. She placed her hand in his without hesitation. “Always,” she replied, her voice gentle, as if the word held more meaning than just acceptance.

He led her to the center of the deck, where lanterns hung from the ship’s rigging, their golden light swaying in time with the rhythm of the waves. Around them, the Teneol Sea whispered against the boat’s hull, a melody that seemed crafted just for them. Their movements began slowly, their steps aligning with the gentle sway of the ship. Tetsuya’s hand rested lightly on Ves’s waist, his other holding hers as though it were something fragile and precious.

Ves followed his lead effortlessly, her pink hair brushing against his arm as they moved together.

“You know,” he said softly, his gaze locked on hers, “I’ve crossed countless stars, seen wonders I could never put into words, but none of it compares to this.”

Ves laughed softly, tilting her head as he spun her in a slow, deliberate circle. “You’re far too smooth for your own good,” she teased, though her tone carried no real protest.

“Am I?” he asked, his lips twitching into a playful smile. “I only speak the truth.” As he pulled her close again, the warmth of her body pressing against his, the world seemed to fall away. The lanterns, the waves, even the vast, sparkling rings above Shoishuggo, all of it became a backdrop to this moment, this dance. The sea’s song continued, a constant hum beneath the symphony of their shared silence.

Ves’s heart beat steadily, but every glance Tetsuya gave her sent it fluttering. She gazed up at him, marveling at the silver depth of his eyes and the soft, natural strength in his movements. “Tetsuya,” she said, her voice just above a whisper, “do you think the stars ever envy us? Moments like this?”

His laugh was quiet, rich with affection. “If they do,” he replied, “it’s only because they’ve never had the chance to dance with you.”

Her cheeks flushed faintly, and she looked away for a moment before leaning her forehead against his chest. “You make it impossible to argue with you,” she said, her voice muffled but warm.

“Good,” he said, tightening his hold on her slightly. “I’d hate to waste time convincing you of something I already know to be true.” The ship crested a gentle wave, its deck swaying beneath their feet, but neither noticed. Their movements slowed until they were no longer dancing but simply holding each other. The night deepened, and the lanterns dimmed as the winds carried them steadily across the Teneol Sea.

Ves settled on the deck, leading him to follow her, their bodies still entwined as they sank onto a patch of warm, weathered wood. Ves rested her head against his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns over the fabric of his tunic. “You’re everything to me,” she murmured, her voice filled with quiet certainty.

Tetsuya ran his fingers through her pink hair, the softness of it like silk against his hand. “And you’re my whole universe,” he replied, his voice equally tender. Above them, Shoishuggo’s rings glittered like celestial jewelry, their beauty matched only by the love shared between the two on the deck of the ship. The waves continued their endless journey, lulling them into a tranquil silence.

Ves closed her eyes first, the steady beat of Tetsuya’s heart beneath her ear lulling her into sleep.

Tetsuya stayed awake a little longer, his gaze tracing the stars and rings above, feeling a sense of peace he hadn’t known in what felt like lifetimes. As sleep finally claimed him, he tightened his arms around Ves, holding her as though she were the one thing anchoring him to this world. Ahead of them lay the future...

 

[Andrew]

The galley’s sails were furled as the ship glided into Jaev’s harbor, the largest port city on Shoishuggo’s northernmost continent. The sprawling docks buzzed with activity even in the early morning light. Merchants shouted over the din of sailors unloading crates of exotic goods, fishermen hauled in the night’s catch, and travelers from far-off lands bartered for passage to their next destination. Above it all loomed Jaev’s skyline, a maze of stone towers and colorful banners fluttering in the brisk coastal wind.

Tetsuya stood at the ship’s railing, his sharp silver eyes scanning the bustling port. The morning air carried a crisp bite, a contrast to the humid nights they had left behind on the Teneol Sea. Shoishuggo’s rings still glittered faintly in the pale blue sky, fading as the sun rose higher.

Beside him, Ves leaned against the wood, her pink hair flowing like silk in the wind. Her blue eyes studied the city with a mix of curiosity and unease.

“We’re staying ahead of them,” Tetsuya said, his voice steady but low, as if to reassure both Ves and himself.

“For now,” Ves replied, glancing up at him. “But Jaev’s not far enough. If the Empire’s army keeps advancing north, Lilmgroth will be next.”

He nodded, the weight of her words settling heavily on his shoulders. He didn’t need reminding of the urgency that had driven them this far. The Empire’s reach seemed endless, its hunger insatiable, and the farther they fled, the narrower their options became.

The ship docked with a groan of timber and rope, and the crew worked quickly to secure the vessel. Tetsuya stepped back, extending a hand to Ves to help her down the gangplank. “Our carriage should already be waiting,” he said, his voice returning to its usual calm resolve.

At the edge of the docks, an elven carriage awaited them, its sleek frame carved from pale, polished wood. Elegant runes adorned its sides, glowing faintly in the morning light. The elven driver, a tall, willowy man with silver hair, greeted them with a polite nod.

“Your belongings have been loaded as requested,” he said, gesturing to the back of the carriage, where a set of sturdy trunks rested securely.

Tetsuya looked to Ves, his relief unspoken. They had taken great care to arrange this transport long before reaching Jaev, knowing their time here would be limited. The city might have been a haven for traders and travelers, but it was also a crossroads for Imperial scouts and informants.

As they climbed into the carriage, the driver gave the reins a light flick, and the sleek creatures pulling the vehicle ~ a pair of luminous, six-legged elk native to Shoishuggo ~ began to move. The streets of Jaev were as busy as the docks, filled with a cacophony of voices, carts, and footsteps. Vendors hawked everything from spices to mechanical trinkets, and children darted between the legs of hurried passersby.

Ves pulled her hood up, concealing her distinctive hair. “The Empire has spies everywhere,” she murmured. “Even here.”

“They won’t find us,” Tetsuya replied, though his hand drifted instinctively to the hilt of the blade hidden beneath his cloak. He’d learned not to underestimate the Empire’s reach, but he wasn’t about to let them touch Ves.

The carriage made its way through the winding streets, climbing gradually toward the northern gates of Jaev. The city was built into a natural harbor, its architecture an eclectic blend of cultures that had passed through its walls over centuries. Ves watched as they passed an open market, her sharp eyes noting the symbols stitched onto banners and the faces of the merchants.

“We’re leaving a trail,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with frustration.

Tetsuya met her gaze, his own steady. “A trail of ghosts,” he replied. “By the time anyone traces us to Jaev, we’ll be long gone.”

She sighed but nodded, leaning back against the seat. “Lilmgroth isn’t far enough,” she repeated, almost to herself.

“Then we won’t stay there long,” he said. “We’ll move again, as far as we need to go.”

By the time they reached the northern gates, the city’s sounds had begun to fade, replaced by the quiet rustle of wind through the sparse trees that lined the road beyond. The driver brought the carriage to a halt, turning to look at them.

“This is where your path takes you,” he said simply, his tone laced with a faint sense of urgency.

Tetsuya stepped out first, helping Ves down. The trunks containing their few belongings were unloaded quickly, the runes on their surfaces glowing faintly as if to reassure them of their durability.

The two of them stood by the side of the road as the carriage disappeared into the distance, the creatures pulling it moving with an almost otherworldly grace. The road ahead stretched toward the forests that bordered Lilmgroth, their next refuge in a world that seemed increasingly determined to close in around them.

Tetsuya reached for Ves’s hand, his grip firm and grounding. “We’ll make it,” he said, his voice calm and resolute.

She looked up at him, her blue eyes bright with determination despite the weight of their journey. “Together,” she replied, her voice soft but unwavering. And together, they began their journey toward the uncertain safety of Lilmgroth, the shadow of the Empire’s reach looming behind them.

 

[Andrew]

The road to Lilmgroth wound through dense, ancient forests, the towering trees forming a canopy that filtered the sunlight into soft, golden beams. The air smelled of pine and earth, a far cry from the salty breeze of Jaev’s bustling harbor. Ves leaned against Tetsuya as they walked the last stretch of the journey, their belongings securely strapped to a single sturdy trunk they pulled behind them on a small wooden sledge.

Ahead, the familiar outline of Ves’s family cottage emerged from the greenery. The sight of it made her heart clench with bittersweet emotion. The small, weathered home stood nestled against a backdrop of hills, its slanted roof blanketed with moss and its stone walls worn but steadfast. It had been years since she’d last seen this place, and even longer since it had truly felt like home.

“It’s smaller than I remember” Tetsuya said quietly, his sharp silver eyes scanning the property with a mix of curiosity and admiration.

Ves smiled faintly, brushing a strand of pink hair from her face. “It’s not grand, but it’s safe. For now, at least.”

As they stepped onto the overgrown path leading to the front door, Ves reached into her cloak and pulled out the old iron key. The lock resisted at first, but after a moment, it gave way with a satisfying click.

Inside, the air was cool and still, filled with the faint scent of cedar and time. Sunlight filtered through the dusty windows, illuminating the simple interior. Wooden beams crisscrossed the low ceiling, and a stone hearth stood at the center of the main room. A faded but well-loved rug covered the floor, and shelves lined with books, jars, and trinkets spoke of a life once lived here.

Tetsuya set down the trunk near the hearth and turned to Ves. “It’s perfect,” he said, his voice warm and sincere.

Ves moved through the space slowly, running her fingers along the worn wooden table and glancing at the framed etchings on the walls. “It feels like stepping into a memory,” she murmured. Her voice wavered slightly, and Tetsuya crossed the room to stand beside her.

“Your family would be glad you’re here,” he said softly, his hand brushing hers.

She nodded, swallowing hard before looking up at him. “And I’m glad you’re here with me.”

They spent the rest of the day settling in, cleaning the dust from the furniture and unpacking their few belongings. Tetsuya worked quietly, his movements efficient as he fixed a loose hinge on the front door and repaired a cracked window.

Ves organized the shelves, her hands lingering over items left behind ~ a silver locket, a carved wooden bird, a worn journal filled with faded handwriting.

One of the last items to be unpacked was a carefully wrapped case that Tetsuya carried into their bedroom. The space was small but comfortable, with a simple bed framed by wooden posts and a fireplace built into the stone wall. Above the mantel, he had already prepared a place for something meaningful.

He unwrapped the bundle and removed his UNN Imperial uniform, its dark fabric still pristine despite the many battles it had seen. Beside it, he placed his Quintessence Pulse Pistol, the weapon gleaming faintly in the soft light of the room. With deliberate care, he arranged them in a display case mounted over the fireplace.

Ves stepped into the doorway, watching silently as Tetsuya secured the case and stepped back to admire it. She could see the pride and the pain in his expression, the weight of what those items represented.

“It’s a piece of who I was,” he said after a moment, his voice quiet but firm. “But it doesn’t define who I am now.”

Ves approached him, her hand resting lightly on his arm. “And who are you now?” she asked gently.

He turned to her, his silver eyes softening as he smiled. “I’m yours.”

By evening, the hearth crackled with warmth, casting a golden glow over the main room. They sat together on a low couch, a thick quilt draped over their shoulders. Tetsuya held a cup of tea in his hands, the steam curling upward, while Ves leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

“It feels almost normal,” Ves said softly, her voice barely louder than the crackling fire.

“It can be,” Tetsuya replied, though the weight of their shared worry lingered between them.

As the days passed, they began to settle into a rhythm. Tetsuya spent his mornings tending to the small garden behind the cottage, chopping wood and, coaxing life from the overgrown beds.

Ves worked inside, repairing and reorganizing the space into something that felt truly theirs.

But the shadow of the Empire was never far from their minds. Travelers passing through Lilmgroth brought news of the Imperial army’s relentless push north. Villages were falling, one by one, and the price on their heads continued to rise.

One evening, Ves returned from the market in town with a small bag of supplies. Her hood had been up the entire time, and she’d avoided speaking to anyone for longer than necessary. “The bounty posters are everywhere,” she said quietly as she set the bag down on the table.

Tetsuya looked up from where he was sharpening a blade near the hearth. “Did anyone recognize you?”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “But it’s only a matter of time. Lilmgroth isn’t large enough to hide forever.”

He set the blade aside and crossed the room to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “We’ll stay ahead of them, Ves. Just like we have.”

She looked up at him, her blue eyes shadowed with worry. “I don’t want to run anymore, Tetsuya. I want this. I want us. But I don’t know if it’s possible.”

His gaze softened, and he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. “It is possible,” he murmured against her hair. “I’ll make sure of it. For you, for us.”

That night, as they lay together in the warmth of the cottage, Ves listened to the steady rhythm of Tetsuya’s breathing and tried to quiet the storm of thoughts in her mind. The Empire felt like an unstoppable force, closing in on them with every passing day. But here, in his arms, she found a fragile sense of peace.

Tetsuya tightened his hold on her as if sensing her unease. “We’ll find a way,” he said softly, his voice a quiet vow in the darkness.

And though the future loomed uncertain and the Empire’s shadow stretched long, for that moment, the love they shared filled the little cottage, making it feel like the safest place in the world.

 

[Andrew]

(Aside, Just Tetsuya as Ves Sleeps)

Tetsuya sat on the edge of the bed, his head bowed, silver hair falling forward to obscure his face. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic cadence of Ves’s breathing, soft and even as she slept. Her pink hair spilled across the pillow in a cascade of color, illuminated faintly by the moonlight streaming through the small window. He turned his gaze to her, a tender smile tugging at his lips for a fleeting moment before the weight of memory crushed it.

The images came unbidden, as they often did in the quiet hours of the night. Vaelaris’s laughter rang in his ears, a mocking melody that haunted him like a scar etched into his soul. The corridor stretched endlessly in his mind’s eye, dark and suffocating, illuminated only by the agonizing flashes of light that revealed the truth he’d failed to stop.

He clenched his fists, the phantom sensation of that race against time flooding his senses. His legs burned with the memory of running, of the futile effort to reach her in time. The pulsing glow of the volumetric display, the numbers counting upward with merciless precision, was seared into his mind. 10... 11... 12... 35... 40... 55. He had shouted at the top of his lungs, his heart pounding like a war drum, but it hadn’t been enough.

“Dream her wide awake, you fool…” Sylix’s voice echoed in his thoughts, biting and accusatory, as though it had been his fault she was in that damned synth tank.

And then, the final image: the tube spilling its lifeblood, the greenish-violet sheen pooling at his feet. He could still feel the despair, the helplessness that had broken him. The silence that followed the alarms had been the loudest sound he’d ever heard, a void that echoed the loss of her presence. He had lost her once, he wouldn't lose her again.

Tetsuya swallowed hard, his throat dry as he looked down at his hands. They trembled, and he clenched them tighter to hide the weakness from himself. His breath hitched, and he cursed under it, low and sharp. He had failed her once, in a way that no amount of time or effort could ever amend. Now, in her world, he feared that failure might come again~ not by sabotage, but by the Empire’s relentless pursuit.

The thought of their forces pressing ever closer filled him with a gnawing dread. He could handle a fight ~ he’d been bred for it, trained for it ~ but the stakes were too high now. Ves wasn’t just someone he loved; she was the anchor that had kept him from succumbing to the darkness of his failures.

“I will not rest until you pay for this,” he whispered to himself, echoing the vow he’d made on that corridor floor. His voice trembled, but there was steel beneath the sorrow. Vaelaris would pay ~ whether here, in her world, or beyond.

He glanced at the display case above the fireplace. The UNN uniform and the Quintessence Pulse Pistol gleamed faintly, symbols of a life he could no longer live. They were relics of a man who had once believed he could control the tide of fate. Now, they served as a reminder of what it meant to carry the weight of failure and to fight for redemption.

Tetsuya turned to Ves as she slept, his expression softening. She looked peaceful, her features serene in the moonlight, and it struck him how fragile this moment felt.

Sliding back under the covers, he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. Her warmth grounded him, her presence soothing the storm that raged within. As his chin rested gently atop her head, he whispered, “I’ll keep you safe. No matter what it takes.” Even as he closed his eyes, the fear lingered. The Empire was coming, and with it, the shadow of everything he had ever feared losing. But for now, in the stillness of the cottage, he allowed himself to hold onto her, to cherish the life they had managed to reclaim ~ even if it was only for a little while longer.

 

[Andrew]

The morning sun spilled through the windows of the cottage, casting warm golden rays across the rustic walls. Ves stood in the kitchen, her pink hair shimmering as she leaned over a basket of fresh vegetables. She was slicing a bright orange fruit, her movements methodical but quiet. Outside, the distant sound of boots crunching on cobblestones sent a jolt of unease through her chest. The Imperial patrols had been growing bolder, their presence now a fixture in Lilmgroth, and with every passing day, the bounty on their heads seemed to inch closer to being claimed.

Tetsuya entered from the back door, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon before he closed it softly behind him. His once-pristine blue hair was slightly tousled, and his shoulders carried the tension of a man who had spent the morning scouting for danger. He set a small pouch of coins on the counter beside her, the payment for a covert trade with one of the locals.

“Old man Rhovan says he’ll be back tomorrow with flour and dried meats,” Tetsuya said quietly, his voice low and measured. His gaze flicked to her, and his hardened expression softened the moment their eyes met.

Ves placed the knife down and turned to him, the tension in her shoulders releasing as he drew near. “You shouldn’t have gone out alone,” she said, her voice a gentle reprimand. “It’s too dangerous now. There were posters near the market this morning, new ones.”

He reached out, brushing a stray strand of pink hair from her face. “I can’t just sit here while they’re out there helping us. Besides, we need the supplies.”

Her lips parted, a retort on the tip of her tongue, but she stopped herself. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her hand coming up to rest over his. “I know,” she whispered. “I just... I can’t lose you. Not again.”

His heart ached at the fear in her voice, a tremor that she rarely let surface. “You won’t,” he promised, his tone firmer now. He stepped closer, his other hand finding her waist. “We’ve made it this far. We’ll make it through this, too.”

Ves nodded, though the worry in her eyes lingered. She pressed her forehead against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It grounded her, as it always did, but the fear was a stubborn shadow that refused to be banished.

“I saw them today,” she said after a moment, her voice muffled against him. “Imperials, near the town square. They were talking to the innkeeper. I think they know we’re here.”

Tetsuya stiffened, his jaw tightening. “If they find this place...”

“They won’t,” she cut him off, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. Her blue eyes burned with a fierce determination. “The people here won’t betray us. They know what the Empire is, what it does. They’ve suffered under it too.”

Her conviction steadied him, as it always did. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently against her cheeks. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he said, his voice tinged with awe.

A faint blush colored her cheeks, and she laughed softly despite the tension in the air. “I don’t feel incredible. I feel terrified.”

“Then we’re both terrified,” he admitted, his lips curving into a faint smile. “But we’re in this together.”

The sound of a knock at the back door interrupted the moment. Ves tensed, her hand instinctively reaching for the small dagger she kept strapped to her thigh.

Tetsuya was already moving, his steps silent as he approached the door. “Who is it?” he called, his voice sharp but quiet.

“It’s Mara,” came the whispered reply.

Ves relaxed slightly as Tetsuya opened the door to reveal the town baker, a stout woman with flour-dusted clothes and a basket in her hands. She stepped inside quickly, her eyes darting nervously toward the forest beyond the cottage.

“I brought bread and some cheese,” Mara said, setting the basket on the table. “And news. The soldiers are asking more questions. They’re offering double for information now.”

Ves looked to Tetsuya and exchanged a glance, their unspoken fear hanging heavy in the air.

“Thank you, Mara,” Ves said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “We owe you so much.”

“You owe me nothing,” Mara replied firmly. She looked between them, her gaze softening. “You’re good people, and the Empire doesn’t deserve to win.”

After Mara left, the silence in the cottage felt oppressive. Ves returned to the kitchen, her movements slower now as she prepared their meager meal.

Tetsuya approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Talk to me,” he murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“I hate this,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Hiding, running, waiting for the day they find us. I hate that we can’t just live.”

Tetsuya tightened his hold on her, his lips brushing against her temple. “I hate it too,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion. “But I’ll fight for every day we have together. No matter what it takes.”

She turned in his arms, her hands coming up to rest against his chest. “I love you,” she said, the words carrying the weight of everything she felt for him.

“I love you too,” he replied, his voice breaking slightly as he leaned down to kiss her.

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[Andrew]

The soft clink of silverware echoed through the quiet cottage as Ves leaned back in her chair, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. The remains of their simple dinner, a hearty vegetable stew and freshly baked bread sat on the table between them. The glow of candlelight flickered across the room, casting warm, golden hues over the rustic wooden beams and stone walls.

“Your cooking gets better every day,” Tetsuya said, his blue eyes shining as he reached across the table to take her hand.

Ves laughed softly, brushing a strand of pink hair behind her ear. “I had good ingredients,” she replied, glancing at the bread Mara had brought earlier. Her gaze softened as it returned to him. “And a good reason to make it perfect.”

He squeezed her hand, his thumb tracing lazy circles over her knuckles. For a moment, the weight of the world outside their door felt distant, the warmth of their love insulating them from the storm that raged beyond the edges of their quiet sanctuary.

But the moment couldn’t last forever. Tetsuya’s expression grew serious as he released her hand and reached for the small, rectangular device he’d placed on the counter earlier~ the g-pad.

“I need to do something,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with resolve.

Ves tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her blue eyes. “What is it?”

He hesitated for a moment, his fingers brushing over the smooth surface of the device. “I’ve been holding on to something...someone...that I can’t be anymore. Not if we’re going to have a chance at a real life here.”

Ves stood, moving around the table to stand beside him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, grounding him with her touch. “Tetsuya, whatever it is, you don’t have to do it alone.”

He looked up at her, gratitude softening the tension in his features. “I know. And I won’t.” He powered on the g-pad, its volumetric interface springing to life with a soft hum.

The Alyelume’s mindhive connected instantly, its presence hovering in low orbit above Shoishuggo like a silent sentinel. The connection’s stability was impressive, even this far from the advanced hubs of the UNN, a testament to the ship’s design and designer. Tetsuya pulled up the ship’s log files, his fingers pausing over the data entries. The files detailed every moment of his journey ~ the restoration of his body through IDE, the moment he made the decision to follow her to Shoishuggo. They were records of the man he had been, but not the man he was now.

“I’m locking these files,” he said, his voice steady but heavy with emotion. “No one will ever see them. The Alyelume’s presence here is already dangerous enough.”

Ves placed her hand over his, her fingers lacing with his as she watched the volumetric displays flash with confirmation. “You’re protecting us,” she said softly. “Like you always do.”

But Tetsuya wasn’t finished. With a few more commands, he initiated the Alyelume’s IDE module, its systems humming faintly through the connection. A volumetric image of himself appeared on the screen, his former self, with platinum hair and golden eyes, the striking figure that had once moved through the UNN with purpose and power. He however programmed an expiration into the system, then once the restoration was made he placed a "DO NOT RESTORE" order on the lockout.

The image brought a strange pang to Ves’s chest. She had never known him like this, but she could feel the weight of what it meant to him.

“I’m creating a duplicate,” Tetsuya explained, his voice quieter now. “The IDE will replicate me exactly as I was before I left my world. Platinum hair, golden eyes ~ every detail perfect. That’s the Tetsuya the UNN knew. That’s the Tetsuya they’ll think is with them, for a while anyway.” When the process was complete, Tetsuya deleted the last traces of his old self from the ship’s systems, erasing logs, biometric data, and command authorizations. The man he had been no longer existed. He did however leave a small trail of data breadcrumbs that would hopefully lead the right people to the right places. He set the g-pad down on the table, exhaling a long, heavy breath.

Ves knelt beside him, her hands resting on his knees as she looked up at him. “You’ve given up everything for me,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Tetsuya reached down, cupping her face in his hands. “I didn’t give it up, Ves. I chose you. Every piece of me belongs here now...with you. The Imperium the UNN, all of it ...it doesn’t matter anymore.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and she pressed her forehead against his. “I love you,” she said, the words carrying the weight of her gratitude, her devotion, her everything.

“I love you too,” he replied, his voice breaking as he pulled her into his arms.

They stayed there for a long while, wrapped in each other’s warmth, their love the only certainty in a world teetering on the brink of chaos.

As the night deepened outside, the Alyelume now in the outer system engaged its universal breach drive, its new occupant waiting to play its part in the subterfuge that might just give them the future they so desperately wanted.

 

[Andrew]

The Peace - Year End JP​

Lilmgroth, Shoishuggo​

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Snow fell softly outside the cottage, blanketing the village of Lilmgroth in a serene white stillness. Inside, the warm glow of firelight danced across the walls, casting flickering shadows that seemed to move in rhythm with Ves’s heartbeat. She adjusted the delicate floral crown resting atop her pink hair, her fingers grazing the silvery leaves and pale blossoms. Her gown, crafted of shimmering lace with intricate embroidery, caught the light with every movement, making her appear as though she were a part of the winter’s enchantment.

Across the room stood Tetsuya, and her breath caught at the sight of him. His sapphire tunic, detailed with deep violet and silver accents, mirrored the intensity of his steady, silver eyes. There was a calm strength about him, a grounding presence that reminded her why she had chosen him and why she would always choose him.

The ceremony began when Elder Solthaen stepped forward, his emerald robes flowing as he raised his hands to quiet the gathered villagers. His voice, resonant and melodic, filled the small space. “Tonight, beneath the blessing of Myndorel, the Ever-Seeing One, we gather not to defy the darkness but to light a beacon of hope. Ves, Tetsuya, step forward and speak your truths.”

When Solthaen turned to her, Ves felt a shiver of anticipation. She took a step closer to Tetsuya, her trembling hands slipping into his steady grip. His warmth reassured her, and as she gazed up at him, her heart settled. With a soft but clear voice, she began her vow in the ancient tongue:

“Myndorel melar, Tetsuya, lle ume quena i'belth naid lye naa martal.
Lissenen tírad nan'galad, ar' narheel'onna naus lle ma quel.”

(“By the blessing of Myndorel, Tetsuya, you do not speak of the darkest things we have endured.
May we find sweetness in every dawn, and may no shadow ever stand between us.”)

Her voice wavered slightly toward the end, but she didn’t falter. The weight of her love for him anchored her, filling her words with a quiet strength. When she finished, her cheeks flushed with warmth, but her eyes never left his.

As Ves spoke her vow, Tetsuya felt something stir deep within him, a sense of awe that even he couldn’t quite put into words. She stood before him like a figure from the stars, radiant and unyielding, her delicate features framed by the glow of the firelight. He had seen her courage in battle, her resilience in the face of despair, but this moment was different. This was a quiet, vulnerable strength, and it left him breathless.

When Elder Solthaen turned to him, Tetsuya stepped closer, his hands tightening slightly around Ves’s. He felt the weight of the villagers’ eyes on him, but all he could see was her. The rest of the room faded as he drew a deep breath and spoke his vow:

“Sut naa lle cam, amin meleth?
Amin caela i'kore melmen, ar' amin saesa lle omentien ilya re.
Y' entula a'quel'nara lle n'alaquel.”

(“How shall I hold you, my love?
I embrace the core of our bond, and I cherish our meeting each day.
I return all goodness to you with no end.”)

The words carried the weight of his resolve, a promise carved not just into the air but into the very foundation of who he was. He wanted her to feel it, to know without a shadow of doubt that she was his world.

Ves’s heart swelled as Tetsuya’s vow resonated in the quiet room, his voice steady and filled with purpose. She couldn’t look away from him, her hands gripping his as if anchoring herself in the moment. Elder Solthaen began to chant softly in Elvish, his voice weaving ancient blessings into the air. The chant invoked Myndorel’s grace, calling for protection, clarity, and eternal light to guide their union. He still spoke elvish with his Norian accent and it made her almost laugh a little.

The elder reached into a small wooden bowl filled with freshly fallen snow, sprinkling the delicate flakes over Ves and Tetsuya. The coolness of the snow against her skin felt grounding, a symbol of renewal and purity that carried the weight of tradition. “Let the blessing of Myndorel strengthen your bond,” Solthaen intoned, his voice low and reverent. “Let your love be as enduring as the winter and as unyielding as the stars above.”

She glanced up at Tetsuya, her heart overflowing. He had risked everything for her, and now, here, surrounded by the quiet bravery of Lilmgroth’s villagers, she knew she would do the same for him.

The elder’s chant faded, leaving only the crackle of the fire and the soft sigh of the snow outside. Tetsuya felt the cool touch of the snowflakes as they melted on his shoulders, but his focus remained on Ves. Her pink hair, framed by the delicate crown of flowers, seemed almost to glow in the warm light of the room. She was so much more than a partner ~ she was a force, the kind of person who could weather any storm.

He stepped closer, his forehead brushing lightly against hers, a moment of quiet intimacy before he tilted his head and captured her lips in a kiss. It wasn’t just a gesture of love; it was a promise, one that carried the strength of every word they had spoken. The villagers’ quiet cheers and murmurs of approval barely registered. All he could feel was her, steady and warm in his arms.

Pulling back slightly, he rested his hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing softly against her skin. “Nothing will take this from us,” he whispered, his voice low but fierce. “Not now, not ever.”

The villagers approached one by one, offering small tokens of their love and support ~ hand-carved trinkets, sprigs of evergreen, loaves of freshly baked bread. Ves accepted each gift with a smile, her gratitude unspoken but clear in the way she held each item as though it were a treasure.

As the evening wore on and the villagers began to slip back into the snowy night, Ves leaned against Tetsuya, her floral crown slightly askew but forgotten. “You gave up so much for me,” she murmured, her voice soft as she gazed up at him. “How can I ever show you what that means to me?”

Tetsuya wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close as he looked down at her. The question hung in the air, but he didn’t need time to think. “You already have,” he said, his voice quiet but unwavering. “You saved me, Ves. You gave me a reason to fight again, to hope again. That’s more than I could ever ask for.”

The Party​

The cottage hummed with life, a stark contrast to the silent snow-covered world outside. The villagers who had braved the evening to witness their union now filled the small space with laughter and quiet joy, their voices blending with the crackle of the fire. Ves stood near the table, her gown brushing against the wooden floor as she moved, her floral crown slightly askew but still lovely atop her pink hair.

She had never seen Lilmgroth’s people so full of warmth, not in these trying times. A makeshift feast had been laid out on the table, a collection of offerings brought by the villagers. There was freshly baked bread, preserved fruits, and a stew bubbling in a large pot that had been carried through the snow by one of the elder women. Ves found herself smiling as she passed the bowls, savoring the feeling of unity that filled the air.

She caught Tetsuya’s gaze from across the room, and for a moment, the room and its cheerful noise faded. He looked every bit as noble and steadfast as he had during the ceremony, but there was a softness in his silver eyes now , a warmth that reminded her why this night mattered so much.

Tetsuya stood near the hearth, a wooden goblet of mulled cider in his hand. The heat of the fire warmed his back, but the real warmth came from the people around him. For months, Lilmgroth had been a village weighed down by fear of the Empire, of what might come next, but tonight, that fear seemed to dissipate, replaced by laughter and quiet celebration.

He watched Ves as she moved through the crowd, her smile lighting up the room in a way that made his chest tighten. She had a way of making even the darkest moments feel brighter, and seeing her surrounded by the people who had risked so much for them filled him with a rare kind of peace.

A villager, a stout man with snow still clinging to his boots, clapped Tetsuya on the shoulder. “She’s quite the woman,” the man said, his voice gruff but good-natured. “You’ve done well for yourself.”

Tetsuya chuckled softly, his lips curving into a faint smile. “I’m the lucky one,” he replied simply, his gaze never leaving Ves.

Ves found herself drawn toward the children who had gathered near the corner of the room, their eyes wide with curiosity as they peeked at the treats laid out on the table. She knelt down, her gown pooling around her as she handed them small pieces of dried fruit wrapped in leaves. Their giggles were infectious, a rare sound in these uncertain times, and she found herself laughing softly alongside them.

One of the older girls, her face framed by a thick wool scarf, leaned close and whispered, “You look like a queen tonight.”

Ves blinked, startled, then smiled, her cheeks warming. “I’m not a queen,” she said gently, brushing a hand over the girl’s windswept hair. “I’m just someone who loves this village, just like you.”

The girl nodded solemnly, as though she understood something far greater than her years. Ves felt a lump rise in her throat, but before she could speak again, she heard Tetsuya’s low laugh from across the room, grounding her once more.

Tetsuya stepped closer to the center of the room, where villagers had begun to gather around the hearth, their voices growing louder with merriment. A fiddle had been produced from somewhere, its strings singing out a lively tune that set feet tapping and heads nodding in time.

A tall, wiry man grabbed Tetsuya’s arm with a grin. “You’re not getting away that easily,” he said, thrusting a second goblet into Tetsuya’s free hand. “You’re part of this now, lad. No sitting out on your own.”

Tetsuya gave a low chuckle, accepting the drink and lifting it in a quiet toast to the man. He wasn’t much for crowds or noise, but tonight was different. Tonight was a celebration not just of their marriage but of the quiet defiance of a village standing together against the darkness.

As the fiddle’s tune picked up, Tetsuya glanced at Ves again. She was laughing softly with the children, her pink hair glowing like the last rays of sunset. She caught his eye and tilted her head, a challenge glinting in her gaze.

The music filled the room, lively and bright, and Ves couldn’t help but rise to her feet, her gown swaying as she moved toward Tetsuya. She crossed the space between them with purpose, ignoring the amused glances from the villagers as she held out her hand to him.

“Dance with me,” she said, her voice soft but insistent.

Tetsuya arched a brow, his lips quirking into a faint smirk. “You’re not going to let me say no, are you?”

Ves smiled, tilting her head playfully. “Not tonight.”

Tetsuya took her hand, allowing her to pull him toward the center of the room where the villagers had already begun to clap along to the music. He wasn’t a natural dancer, and Ves knew it, but the look on her face was impossible to resist.

Her laughter rang out as he stumbled through the first few steps, the corners of his mouth twitching upward despite himself. “I thought we were done with challenges for one night,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

“Never,” she whispered back, her eyes sparkling.

As the fiddle’s melody quickened, Tetsuya found his rhythm, his hands steady at Ves’s waist as they moved together. For a moment, the world outside the cottage ceased to exist, and all that remained was the music, the laughter, and the woman who had given him a reason to hope again.


Happy Year End to The Silent Horizon!