[ But she also wants to keep this promise, too. They both have people they want to protect, to shield from the worst. Ace is one of them, too. She can't ask him to fight and yet...hasn't she already, by asking him to take up this cause? If Texas is willing to bring her all to the cause, if she is willing to fight...
The least Mel can do is meet them at the center, and ensure she is strong enough to hold her own and to have their backs too. ]
And you'll have me. You won't be left fighting alone.
[ There are other ways. She will find them and exhaust every avenue until there is no other choice. And then, she will do what's necessary. ]
I promise you. We can make this place better. We'll do whatever we can to see it through. But until then...be safe, Texas. We don't know what's to come.
[ And she won't lose a valuable ally (because she can't use the word 'friend' just yet) so soon. Not if she can help it. ]
(once upon a time, cellinia herself had even known that her world was something different from those who laughed and shared normal yet mundane moments of childhood bliss and joy. family was meant to be held above all. honor, integrity, and tradition. above oneself, one must carry in them a sense of chivalry and never once allow what they deemed important to fall away to the sword that was placed to their neck. what of her fellow man, her fellows who raise not weapons but words? those who struggle in the face of death and its promises of despair, tragedy, and demise so unfairly rotten for the beautiful souls who gave so much?
what of those who fell before her, for little more reason than a desire driven by madness? she thinks of it, she thinks of her grandfather and how he would often tell her the stories of his homeland. the old country that he once was part of, how he dreamed his darling grandchild and the apple of his eye would remember her roots. that cellinia would one day make her choice.
but that choice she made, she left fire in her wake. she holds tightly on to her loved ones, no matter how she may not convey it in how much cellinia treasures them. what once was is not for them to suffer through. her burden alone as she embraces her deepest most desire. to live, knowing that she would always have regrets. carry it on her shoulders, enact justice the way that befits her not as a texas, but as cellinia herself. she does not need a name to know what she feels, a legacy that she detested with everything she had while also never abandoning the name.
if they cannot fight, she would do it. she'd carry their burden, their dreams, and more than that on her shoulders. the way that cellinia can, the only way that she could. for them, she is their sword and no matter it all, they won't fight alone. ace, mel, even chuuya and momo. even the woman who accepted the invitation to be her roommate and ala. she no longer would allow herself to watch as those around her fell one by one. no more doubts, no more letting hesitation and fear stop her. those thorns in her may never fade away, but she offers herself despite it all.)
I will be.
(may they not see before their eye's death wrought down again. her own father may never call her his daughter again in his own death, but she would not let it stop her. from what she carries. these are her friends, to give her all is from her own desire to not surrender to wasting away to despair.
and perhaps one day, this blood staining her hands would be replaced with something more in that question she's always herself. on if it's worth it, if it would be from all that she's gone through.)
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Date: 2025-07-07 01:58 pm (UTC)The least Mel can do is meet them at the center, and ensure she is strong enough to hold her own and to have their backs too. ]
And you'll have me. You won't be left fighting alone.
[ There are other ways. She will find them and exhaust every avenue until there is no other choice. And then, she will do what's necessary. ]
I promise you. We can make this place better. We'll do whatever we can to see it through. But until then...be safe, Texas. We don't know what's to come.
[ And she won't lose a valuable ally (because she can't use the word 'friend' just yet) so soon. Not if she can help it. ]
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Date: 2025-07-07 02:40 pm (UTC)what of those who fell before her, for little more reason than a desire driven by madness? she thinks of it, she thinks of her grandfather and how he would often tell her the stories of his homeland. the old country that he once was part of, how he dreamed his darling grandchild and the apple of his eye would remember her roots. that cellinia would one day make her choice.
but that choice she made, she left fire in her wake. she holds tightly on to her loved ones, no matter how she may not convey it in how much cellinia treasures them. what once was is not for them to suffer through. her burden alone as she embraces her deepest most desire. to live, knowing that she would always have regrets. carry it on her shoulders, enact justice the way that befits her not as a texas, but as cellinia herself. she does not need a name to know what she feels, a legacy that she detested with everything she had while also never abandoning the name.
if they cannot fight, she would do it. she'd carry their burden, their dreams, and more than that on her shoulders. the way that cellinia can, the only way that she could. for them, she is their sword and no matter it all, they won't fight alone. ace, mel, even chuuya and momo. even the woman who accepted the invitation to be her roommate and ala. she no longer would allow herself to watch as those around her fell one by one. no more doubts, no more letting hesitation and fear stop her. those thorns in her may never fade away, but she offers herself despite it all.)
I will be.
(may they not see before their eye's death wrought down again. her own father may never call her his daughter again in his own death, but she would not let it stop her. from what she carries. these are her friends, to give her all is from her own desire to not surrender to wasting away to despair.
and perhaps one day, this blood staining her hands would be replaced with something more in that question she's always herself. on if it's worth it, if it would be from all that she's gone through.)