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☁ 002 | Welcome to... Bistro Feendrache?
Sender: Lyria
To: Open to everyone!
Subject: Passive dream recording
The scene opens up to a bustling restaurant; a well lit establishment with elegant lights hanging from the banisters, along with white cloths covering each flowered table. There's a feeling of warmth here. A comfortable, relaxing vibes that feels like a breath of fresh air the moment you step inside. Amongst the beaty of it all the staff is hurrying from one location to another. There are hurried whispers of a grand opening, and soon the guests will begin to arrive! There wasn't much time to waste!
You can feel a sense of both excitement and urgency boiling in the pit of your stomach. The restaurant— Bistro Feendrache— would soon be open to the public!
"Vane, stop goofing off and get back into the kitchen!" A sharp voice breaks through the indistinguishable chatter with a snap, causing a large man nearby to stiffen up.
"I'm going, I'm going!" The blonde man yells back, his tone drenched with grief. From the looks of it there was much to still prepare, and very little time to do it! "Lyria, can you help me with the last batch? It's almost time...!"
Almost as if on cue, Lyria emerge from behind a counter, already equipped with her handy-dandy apron and whisk!
"I'm ready to help wherever I can!" She chimes happily with determination. Everyone was given a specific task in order to help make sure the affairs before the opening would run smoothly, and being flexible was one of her duties! So with a cheer she'll race off to the kitchen to assist.
The scene flashes to the inside of the kitchen, where Lyria is pacing around looking at the different ingredients. She was so prepared before... but now? She seems a little worried.
"Hmm... he didn't give any specific directions about what to make, so what should it be? It's almost Valentine's Day so maybe... chocolate? Mochi? Oooh, I can't decide!"
But suddenly, a voice breaks her thoughts.
"Do you... need help decidin'?" It's deep. Dark. And a sudden chill floats through the once quiet backroom as the girl snaps her head in the direction of the sound. There's a corner of the room with no light and it's difficult to see beyond it expect a pair of bright yellow glowing eyes.
Eyes that were looking right at you.
Hesitant, Lyria takes a step back, frowning. "I- I do. But who are—"
Just before she can finish her sentence, the pair of eyes seem to be getting closer, and soon a form emerges from the shadows.
A form walking eerily closer to you.
Closer.... closer...
Before the figure appears beside her. It's soulless gaze never once leaving hers. Never blinking.
Yet, despite this, Lyria seems relieved.
"Oh, Vyrn! It's only you! You scared me for a second there." There is no response at first from the dragon(?), but the air around the room feeling... off. There's a sense of unpleasantness that drifts in here. However Lyria doesn't seem to mind as the scene continues with her taking hold of Vyrn(?)'s hand and guiding them to the cutting table.
"So what should we make?" She asks, about to reach for a couple of ingredients.
The scene pans upward, almost as if it was beginning to fade—
"How about the defeat of our enemies?"
—and begins to grows darker—
"... Huh?"
—before it fades completely.
To: Open to everyone!
Subject: Passive dream recording
The scene opens up to a bustling restaurant; a well lit establishment with elegant lights hanging from the banisters, along with white cloths covering each flowered table. There's a feeling of warmth here. A comfortable, relaxing vibes that feels like a breath of fresh air the moment you step inside. Amongst the beaty of it all the staff is hurrying from one location to another. There are hurried whispers of a grand opening, and soon the guests will begin to arrive! There wasn't much time to waste!
You can feel a sense of both excitement and urgency boiling in the pit of your stomach. The restaurant— Bistro Feendrache— would soon be open to the public!
"Vane, stop goofing off and get back into the kitchen!" A sharp voice breaks through the indistinguishable chatter with a snap, causing a large man nearby to stiffen up.
"I'm going, I'm going!" The blonde man yells back, his tone drenched with grief. From the looks of it there was much to still prepare, and very little time to do it! "Lyria, can you help me with the last batch? It's almost time...!"
Almost as if on cue, Lyria emerge from behind a counter, already equipped with her handy-dandy apron and whisk!
"I'm ready to help wherever I can!" She chimes happily with determination. Everyone was given a specific task in order to help make sure the affairs before the opening would run smoothly, and being flexible was one of her duties! So with a cheer she'll race off to the kitchen to assist.
The scene flashes to the inside of the kitchen, where Lyria is pacing around looking at the different ingredients. She was so prepared before... but now? She seems a little worried.
"Hmm... he didn't give any specific directions about what to make, so what should it be? It's almost Valentine's Day so maybe... chocolate? Mochi? Oooh, I can't decide!"
But suddenly, a voice breaks her thoughts.
"Do you... need help decidin'?" It's deep. Dark. And a sudden chill floats through the once quiet backroom as the girl snaps her head in the direction of the sound. There's a corner of the room with no light and it's difficult to see beyond it expect a pair of bright yellow glowing eyes.
Eyes that were looking right at you.
Hesitant, Lyria takes a step back, frowning. "I- I do. But who are—"
Just before she can finish her sentence, the pair of eyes seem to be getting closer, and soon a form emerges from the shadows.
A form walking eerily closer to you.
Closer.... closer...
Before the figure appears beside her. It's soulless gaze never once leaving hers. Never blinking.
Yet, despite this, Lyria seems relieved.
"Oh, Vyrn! It's only you! You scared me for a second there." There is no response at first from the dragon(?), but the air around the room feeling... off. There's a sense of unpleasantness that drifts in here. However Lyria doesn't seem to mind as the scene continues with her taking hold of Vyrn(?)'s hand and guiding them to the cutting table.
"So what should we make?" She asks, about to reach for a couple of ingredients.
The scene pans upward, almost as if it was beginning to fade—
"How about the defeat of our enemies?"
—and begins to grows darker—
"... Huh?"
—before it fades completely.
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And now another troubling forms and he hesitates before writing.]
Do you feel at "home" here, too? I know it's not the same as with Gran, Vyrn, and the Grandcypher, so it's okay if you say no.
[But he still hopes that even a little bit... If she could feel at least comfortable while she was here with them...]
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Yet as she read her own words, the realization became more and more clear. "Home" wasn't a place. "Home" was a feeling.
And she knew exactly how she felt now. ]
This... is home.
[ It was almost as if she had no control of her hand movements as the words practically wrote itself on the page. Yes! Yes... yes! This felt right. This felt comfortable and the more she traced the words against her journal the more sure she became. ]
For awhile I wasn't sure myself. I was scared, and at times felt really lonely.
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There is definitely loud thump in his heart, and he feels very moved to the point he has to cover his mouth and look up to the ceiling as he tries to process this overwhelming feeling. That feeling being he really wants to hug her right now...
So it will take some time before he's finally able to write a reply.]
I'm glad.
[Yes, he went through many thoughts and emotions to only be able to write two words. But they still carry just as much meaning and weight.]
You're part of my "home," too.
[Both before in their world, and now especially here.]
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Eustace doesn't have to say a lot of words for Lyria to know what they mean... to know that they come from his heart. So when the last message appears across her pages she has to take a moment to truly process that simple little sentence.
That sentence that meant everything in the world to her.
A home. She finally, truly, understood what it meant. That no matter where she lived her heart was always the most comfortable with him, Tifa, and their new found family.
She'll try to withhold the tears that were threatening to escape in lieu of quietly jotting back down to him. ]
Thank you, Eustace. That means so much to me!
I love you very much ❤ thank you for everything!
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...No, no, that might be a little weird, so he has to suppress it...
Suppress...]
Love you, too.
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She's so spiraling with emotion that Lyria is LEAPING out of her chair and running to find him for a big hug...!!!
And don't think she's going to be letting go anytime soon! Nope! Whatever he's doing will have to wait as she clings onto him, and never wants to let go...! ]
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There's no need to for words, he just hugs her tight, that warm, bright feeling so overwhelming more flowers pop around them, this time looking more like lilies than starflowers, the tips of their petals tinged with blue and yellow.
It might have taken a bit to really realize that it wasn't just mere affection or wish to protect Lyria. And perhaps it's only thanks to them being together here in this world that his original feelings have grown and developed to what they are now. But there is no doubt, having her live with him and Tifa, needing to watch over and care for her has certainly made these feelings into that: love. A kind of close, familial kind that's a little deeper than what they had before.]
🎀
Sure, it was tossed around from time and time, and she had witnessed lovers say it to each other in intimate moments, but never before had she truly understood what it meant to love someone.
Now? Now she realization hits her like a strong gust of wind, threatening to send her soaring into the skies above.
This was love. A feeling of wanting to protect, to be with, to care for someone so strongly that you would do anything for them. To love was... to be home, here, in the place she felt the safest. Love was in Eustace's arms. In Tifa's arms. And there was no place she would rather be.
She... was loved. ]