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 Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2024 9:41 am
Cybele sought Grieve out when the arm wrestling had wound down and they had a moment to speak privately. This wasn't a conversation that she needed to make a show of, but it was a conversation that she thought she needed to have before she took everyone back to Earth. She didn't know when she'd see Grieve again after that, and if they'd truly been married a thousand years ago, Grieve deserved some closure and some answers. "I thought about it," she said, and she was truly calm now, not just shoving a whirlwind of emotions under a thin mask of normalcy. "Widow would be the term that you're looking for, I believe." Strangely, it didn't feel like the first time she'd had this conversation. Whoever Cybele had been, in this life, before her corruption also felt dead to her, and that had meant a lot of renegotiating relationships once she'd purified. Those relationships hadn't been marriage. That was the only difference. "I'm sorry that I don't remember you. I don't remember much at all about what happened back then." Snippets. That was all, even as a Princess.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2024 6:15 pm
Seeing Cybele face her serenely instead of flustered instantly had Grieve feeling sulky. Was the fun part over? Briefly, she wished she was better at crying while sober, smother the princess before her with torrents of tears and snot, with feelings. But the best she could do was clearly sulk at the woman. "And here I thought I'd finally found family again. After a thousand ******** years, my lost thread of love was whole once more, attached to your soft bosom and pert..." Grieve made a guttural sound of disgusted remorse before laughing, "Don't take it too seriously, you probably married half the people here in the past. Be a lotta fuss to give a s**t about each and every one us widows and orphans." Reaching out, Grieve moved to lightly pinch one of Cybele's ears.
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2024 5:15 am
Cybele understood from how she'd been acting at the tournament that Grieve was having a little too much fun with this. She'd seen those smirks and sideways glances when she was just trying to update the scoreboards and congratulate winners. She still listened to her, well, grief, which was quickly revealed to be a farce. She drew the line at the ear pinching, though, deftly raising a hand to brush her fingers away. "I'm not taking it too seriously," she said, evenly. "But I do care, and if there's people showing up from back then who are still alive, it's probably best to know what I can." Cybele swallowed, a hint of concern rising back to her features. "How many people do you think it was? Really dozens, or was that an exaggeration?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2024 8:40 pm
"They're cute, all round n'such," Grieve chortled like a rock tumbler. The pointy ones were more graceful, though. Sexier. Superior, if Grieve did say so herself. Placing her hands on her hips, the Grim Reaper of Bananas shifted in thought. "******** if I know the full tally. Just 'bout every time the Nameless crew stopped by, it was 'cause there was a party and you were gettin' all happy and hitched up. The parties were really..." she closed her eyes with a broad grin, recalling some old scenes, "...they were just about everything a body could ********' want, outside of the twigs n'leaves in strange places. Sometimes ride off after lookin' like a gang of Pucks, 'cept handsome. The one with Praxidike was especially... ha!" Her eyes opened to gaze at the princess. "Don't take it seriously," she repeated, expression grown soft as her harsh features could allow. "It was a happy activity, for a happy person, living a joyous life." She almost reaches out again, then lifts the motion, her spindly, gloved fingers curling up. "Looks like life's gotten a bit harder, now? You wear your power differently. Used to be like an arrow, flying free 'tween sky and ground, leaving all else behind. Now," she tapped her head with a wry expression, "...you wear it like a crown." It could've been a compliment, but crowns didn't fly, even if princesses got wings.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2024 1:42 pm
"I don't mind the crown," said Cybele, "But I think the universe is heavier than it used to be." It wasn't like she didn't have lovers now, but every moment spent lazily in their embrace was a moment that she wasn't watching the streets for Chaos and danger. She didn't always have that luxury. Even throwing a small festival like this had her worrying in the back of her mind about the state of the city, with so many of its protectors away. She gave a sideways smile when Grieve mentioned Praxidike. "I remember that one," she told her. "Some of it. Not what you're thinking of, not the afterparty." In her memories, the sun had been high in the sky. "I remember hunting with him, when he tried to win me over. He brought in some desert beast for us to hunt for sport." It had been electric, and elusive. She smiled at the memory, even if it was tainted by the fact that Praxidike was Albite now. She looked up. "And what about you?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2024 8:40 pm
The universe was heavier with all ******** graves that had piled up from the fall of everything. But that was the nature of existence, as long as something got built on top of those old bones, then it was almost a natural sort've cycle. She wondered if Cybele, as a royal and all that ******** entailed, would be building anything on top of this particular graveyard. "Pretty sure remembering the afterparties was rare even back then," Grieve's laugh was fond and a little sly. "Me, though? I got piss drunk and whined at you." Suddenly the tall, yellow, demon of a senshi was putting on a sloppy posture and a childish voice to match, "C'mong Cybs, why y'hooking ervybody but me? Aren't I tall? Ain't I strong? I've got the treasures if ya like the treasures..." And here she turned her head, to some ghost of a voice well in the past, "....ah, I'm told I do not have the treasures...but aren't I fun? I've a got a big ********' collection of huge-"Grieve straightened up with a shrug, "And then we got married the next day. Was a good time."
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2024 3:29 pm
As Greive's posture shifted, so too did the world behind them. They were back in the area by the altars, although this time, the largest one had a half-butchered deer spread out across it. The smell of cooked meat filled the clearing, and the sound of drums. There were people everywhere in various states of dress and undress. It took Cybele a moment longer to come back to the present after Grieve finished speaking, but eventually she said, "And then I laughed and I said, 'You are fun! You want to get married? You never asked, but I like that idea. How about tomorrow?'" The current Cybele considered this, and considered everything about what she'd just witnessed. It was clearly another culture that, even with visions and a survivor here to describe it to her, she was only beginning to understand. Grieve was interesting, though. She thought she'd do well on a wild planet, like what this had been like before. "It's starting to come back to me now," she said.
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