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Aqua ([personal profile] aguidingkey) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2019-03-12 09:08 pm

a mile could you walk in my shoes ( OPEN / KH 3 SPOILERS LIKELY )

WHO: Aqua
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, House 13 steps, schoolhouse, anywhere in the south village
WHEN: March 12th
OPEN TO: Initial fountain scene for Brigitte, everything else is OTA!
WARNINGS: KH3 SPOILERS ARE HIGHLY LIKELY, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. I will still warn in the subject lines

Fountain arrival - closed to Brigitte - SPOILERS
So much has happened in such a small amount of time. Sometimes Aqua closes her eyes and it still feels like she's in the Realm of Darkness, fighting her way out of the dark water. Falling, drifting, unsure of where she is or how much time has really passed. If she opens her eyes, she can still remember that moment on the shores of the Destiny Islands with Sora, Riku, and Mickey. The moment she realized she'd been saved.

"You're in the Realm of Light."
"You're home!"


She'd cried then, her emotions overflowing and taking control. But they were happy tears, ones of relief and gratitude. By the time Sora pulled her out, she had honestly come to terms with the idea that she was never going home, that she had failed Terra and Ven one last time. Being in the Realm of Light again was... more than she could have hoped for. Sora had given her one last chance to fix things, one last chance to save the worlds... and her friends.

Her cheeks are still wet now, almost like she'd been crying in her sleep again. In fact, her whole face feels wet. Aqua pries her eyes open and has to stop herself from gasping out loud. Somehow she had been dunked in a pool of water. No, more like a well. It reminds her of the one by the castle in the Dwarf Woodlands. She can't see the bottom, so she turns her head upwards and starts swimming for the surface, hoping to make it before she runs out of air, stretching her arm out until her hand breaks the surface, in a desperate attempt to catch the attention of anyone who might be nearby.


Fountain OTA
Once she's gotten her bearings, and been back to the house she claimed to see that all of her things are where she last left them, she actually goes back to the fountain to have a closer look at it. She doesn't want to risk the temperature of the water any longer than she has to at this point, but she is a bit curious about it. The last time she had been brought here, she had been broken out of the tube down in the bunker. Someone else had mentioned a fountain, though, and now she's gotten to experience that.

Honestly, she isn't sure which one she prefers at this point.

Sighing to herself, she examines it for a few minutes, taking mental notes and seeing if anything looks odd about it. "I wonder if water is a theme on this world," she muses, more to herself than anything, but loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. "The bunker, the lake, the rivers, the fountain. Even the springs. So much water. I wonder what it all means."


South Village OTA
Aqua takes her time re-acclimating herself to the way this world works and how her own personal routine had been going. She knows it's been a few days here since she vanished and turned up in the fountain, but things seem mostly normal. For whatever constitutes as normal here. Still, she can be found at the Inn for the lunch meal, helping out and then eating a little herself out at a table. She may be alone at first, but she looks up if anyone approaches and smiles. It's a soft, small smile, but it's still there. She takes a walk around the perimeter of the South Village, trying to find anything out of the ordinary, and even stops by the schoolhouse to see about some of the books. Towards the end of the day, she makes her way back to House 13, where she promptly spends some time on the porch steps, watching people and thinking about everything that has happened lately. If anyone passes by, she snaps out of her thoughts long enough to smile before she's right back to getting lost in her thoughts.

This place isn't home, but it's becoming just as familiar as the Realm of Darkness was, for better or worse.
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[personal profile] whipshots 2019-04-17 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
As she settles in to listen to this (feeling a bit like a child agog around a campfire), Brigitte struggles to picture Aqua going through all these things, a tale more fit for legend. And yet. That haggard exhaustion in her face reads to it being true -- Aqua looks so young, and yet also as if she carries the weight of the world on her shoulders, far older than her years. Brig has her chin tipped against her hand, all her attention riveted to this conversation.

And that detail at the end gives her pause. Strikes something, some sharp twist in her chest as she suddenly realises what her friend had done.

"You put yourself into something literally called the realm of darkness so that your friend wouldn't be," she says, softly. Repeating it for clarification, even as she knows she understood correctly the first time.
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[personal profile] whipshots 2019-04-26 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
When Aqua’s eyes start glistening with tears, there’s a sympathetic ache in Brigitte’s chest, her own eyes pricking and her hand tightening comfortingly on Aqua’s arm — and it isn’t her powers, even, but just the sight of that emotion. The knowledge of what she went through. Ten years, most of them completely alone and lonely.

It’s absolutely fucking unthinkable, for Brigitte. She’s a creature of community, who gravitates to other people. Derives her strength from them.

“You know what? I really don’t think I would have been strong enough to go through all that. Being trapped there for that long, with no way out. No one to talk to. How did you even—” How did she even stay sane? But Brig cuts herself off, amends: “I am so, so glad they got you out. I mean, I know you were here, before, but at least that they got you out back there.”

(And there, too, is the nagging knowledge that Aqua had been given such a happy reunion and a chance to go home… and then it had been snatched away from her. And she was back, here, on the island and trapped with them. Again.)
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[personal profile] whipshots 2019-05-01 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
That last admission unclenches something in Brigitte's chest. She'd thought perhaps Aqua would have been gutted, grief-stricken furious at finding herself back here and yanked away from Ven and Terra.

But maybe it's not as bad as all that.

She finally can't hold it back; Brigitte leans over from where her chair is dragged up right next to Aqua's, and catches her friend in a bone-crushing wordless hug, her arms wrapped around her shoulders. The other girl's blue hair is still damp from the fountain, her whole body still a little chilled even under that blanket -- Brig's embrace has the benefit of being warm besides, but most of all it's human touch, human contact, a gesture of affection.
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yours to close? I LOVED THIS

[personal profile] whipshots 2019-05-10 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Anytime." When that smile comes, Brigitte feels that soothing little jolt of relief she experiences whenever she's able to help a friend. Like an unclenching of tension, seeing that it worked.

And perhaps the biggest victory of all: she didn't even use her ability. Didn't fall back on the crutch of her light grey powers, to absorb and transfer the aching bittersweet emotion to herself. Instead she's just helped improve the mood alone.

It's better. It's a better alternative, she's realising, and she can't help but remember Nida's wariness about her abilities, his assertion that hers were the most devastating of anyone's.

So she did it without them.

She rubs Aqua's shoulder absentmindedly; while Aqua isn't tactile, the engineer-blacksmith absolutely is, with casual touch always the way she expresses affection, anchors herself to someone else. Her friend is almost dry by now, but: "Come on. Your clothes are still damp -- let's go get you a change of outfit. You can borrow some of my clothes upstairs, too, so you don't have to step outside."