juney & yuvi’s yjuneship of yjunefun

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help im going to be lazy and repost that little paragraph i did on sat as a starter

Sulcerys gives Zrya her shoulder, manoeuvring the pair along the riverside to a private stream going inland. Though more recognisable as a tiny fairy, she felt the girls weight more of a struggle then expected - she wasn't exactly the strongest of the group. Yet responsibility and duty take front as her reasoning for helping the other girl. Yet as they continue onwards, she begins to talk of the beauty of the surrounding nature, small remarks she doesn't expect the fae to respond to, but hope calms her. Sulcerys wasn't as comfortable with long silences as she used to be. She wonders if fairy's have souls. "The tree's roots, spreading into the earth as created by... Zyra?" She pauses after feeling a small jerk, the fae stumbling slightly, more of a deliberate pause then a mis-step. "Is something the matter?"

Holding onto Sulcerys’ shoulder and trying to keep her own balance while following Sulcerys’ lead. Zyra is quiet, noticing Sulcerys’ effort to fill the silence alongside the rustling leaves and flowing water. It’s been a while since she has been around a lot of girls her age, even if Sulcerys seems a lot more mature than she looks. The front of Zyra’s head tenses up so she pauses. Sulcerys reacts with some concern. It’s not painful so she tries to dismiss it, “Mmh, I’m okay. I just want to be cleaned up of this.. mess..” She looks down at her clothes in disgust.

She lets out a sigh, a look of clear concern her face that failed to shape into a smile. Her eyes dare not veer downwards, the dark blood itself is only slightly less concerning then the connotations of it's unknown origin. Another item in the catalogue of mysteries. "It's been a difficult time, dearest sister. Filth has befallen you, yet thou shall not let it break way into your inner self." She says this in a softened tone, her eyes turning back outwards to urge them onwards. "The perfection contained inside one's soul remains intact... a short act of cleansing and the outer shell will soon match it." It was a comforting thought, that one could wash away all burdens. To let bloodied skin and cloth return to origin, forgiving oneself of letting it get there in the first place. Imagining it makes her own skin itch - she'd scrub herself until her skin turned red, if she could. If only one could ever feel so pristine. If only the body wasn't a sin in itself. The small stream opens into a still pool, clear blue water exposing only gravel and rocks underneath the water. It's a perfect place to bathe.

Zyra’s face turns from a disgusted expression to a lightly entertained one as she exhales. “Thanks, Sulcerys.” You can hear Zyra’s smile in her voice. Sulcerys’ tone and care makes it hard to stay negative, it’s comforting like the way a ray of sun warms up your favourite spot on the couch. Approaching the pool, Zyra lays out a clean set of clothes on the grass near the water. A pale blue halter top, that ties to the back of the neck, and a long green floral skirt. Trying to match Sulcerys energy, while gauging what kind of humour she might like, Zyra thinks of a witty remark, “Hmm… No sign of deceased bodies here! Free of stench too!”

The casual mention of the corpses in the river catches her off guard, thrown out as a joke she'd never dare to make herself... which makes it ever the more as she hears herself let out a light laugh. It takes a couple seconds to quiet down, but that's enough to clear her mind without realising. Zyra is simply the kind of person to sweep others up in her pace, a kind of radiating energy few possess. "... stay careful, the next arm to grab you might not be mine." It's an attempt at a joke, yet a rather morbid one. She can't even tell if it landed, but it was an earnest attempt? For whatever reason that led her to try? Should she change the subject? Yes??? "Well, the water does looks rather nice..." She takes a few careful steps towards it, bending down to dip in her hand. There's a snip of coldness, but it isn't terrible for this time of year.

Hearing Sulcerys attempt to bounce off her initial joke makes her blink for a second, then letting out a grin and a small chuckle. It was unexpected from Sulcerys and Zyra could see how unsure she was after making it by the way her eyes darted for something to look at. Zyra’s gaze follows Sulcerys arm down to the water. Thank god for clean water!! Zyra had been fortunate enough not to be covered in someone’s blood before, and assuming it was someone else’s from whatever happened back at the sanctuary she was glad no one seemed to be seriously injured. “Yeah it looks soo refreshing!” Zyra undoes her hair, falling straight down just below her shoulders and starts to take off her bloodied overalls, the left shoulder strap already unbuckled. “You better keep an eye on me so you can grab me before that arm does!” Zyra says amused.

Sulcerys notices her shoulders relaxing, Zyra having responded well to her. It's not as if she was constantly worried about how the others thought of her, but it brought ease knowing she had forged connections like this one. She looks upwards to the other girl, not batting an eye as she began to undress. Maybe she'd take her shoes off and wade in the stream herself, if the situation allowed it. "Be at ease, there shouldn't be anything dangerous around here. I'd never thought there to be anyone else even wandering through these woods... until you all showed up, that is." she neglects to mention the corpses in the water, thinking about that situation would dampen her good mood, something she hadn't realised she cared to keep up now. "I'd never had thought to find myself travelling with a group like this..." she says in a hushed voice "You act so cheery to someone still similar to a stranger." It isn't a judgement, but a point of curiosity.

Having undressed with her dirty clothes thrown to the side, she dips her foot into the water. Cold and refreshing, just the way she liked it. Zyra slowly acclimatises the rest of her body into the water, until the water was up to her collarbones. Sulcerys words were comforting, letting Zyra enjoy the water with no tension. She guesses that Sulcerys must have had really nice friends and family to learn that from, because there’s no way a girl as isolated as her could be so considerate and mindful, but also sticking up for her own beliefs when she has to. Sulcerys is someone Zyra could learn from. “Well, someone I used to know told me that there’s like, no such thing as strangers. Just potential customers, and those customers could become friends… or something like that.” Her voice trails off as she cups the water with her hands to bring to her face and wash it.

"That's... that's exactly right." You can hear the marvel in her words, breathing them out like a gust of relief. Though their motives differed (customers was an indecent way to refer to other people, in her mind), it was as if they carried the same philosophy, or moreso the one she wanted to believe. "You grasp my feelings well, Sister Zyra..!" Sulcerys muses with clasped hands "One's perception of others should be... of openness. Regardless of what believes you hold, and sins they struggle with... turning a shoulder to our fellow humankind is a severance to any potential." Her voice picks up speed with each word, thoughts put sensibly into words for the first time. It brings to mind her reason for journeying beyond the sanctuary. The purpose she'd been given. The reason she was still alive. "Friends... I suppose I could call you all my 'friends', then."

Zyra used to be taken aback by the eccentric way Sulcerys spoke when they first met, but now she’s grown to find it endearing. She smiles admiringly to what Sulcerys said, she’s more selfless than Zyra could ever be. “Don’t sound so unsure! Of course we’re friends!” Zyra lightly flexes her back, looking over her shoulder - right, she’s not in her fairy form. She bought her wing-care products along with her usual bathing stuff and expected to be in the water for a while doing her routine. She wades in the water for a small while, don’t humans find naked humanoid-looking bodies to be inappropriate in most situations? Sulcerys did grow up pretty secluded from the rest of society though.. It wouldn’t be weird to ask. “Uh, do you want to wash off as well? You’re not covered in.. blood but the water is super nice ..! You can borrow my hair wash if you want.”

Sulcerys pauses, gazing upon the water with intent, before giving a nod of assurance "I suppose it wouldn't hurt." Her clothes weren't particularly spotless, not to mention the matted spots of her thick brown hair. It wasn't as if bathing with another person was abnormal - on the contrary, she didn't see why it would be an issue, having done as such with her sisters throughout her life. First comes her veil, delicate thumbs lifting the headband in a way that left her feeling more exposed then she expected to. Regardless, it seemed to be the only major struggle. Gone were her shoes, tights, scapular, fabric sliding across her body with the carefulness she treated her holy garments. Finally, she removed her tunic, and waded into the water. Zyra would come to notice the marks. From the protrusions of her clavicle to the curves of her wrist, Sulcerys' upper body was covered in markings of a deep red. Scars? No, they were too intricate in placement and shape. To be more accurate... carvings. Yet the girl didn't seem to comprehend any tension in revealing them, cupped hands dousing her body as if this was the way god sculpted it from the moment of her creation. If one's eyes were repulsed enough to look back upwards, they'd observe a tranquil expression on the nun's face and wish they could feel just as at ease as she seemed to be. A head ducks into the water. Ripples ring out. A girl re-emerges. It's a rebirth, of sorts.

Noticing the neglect on her hair, Zyra nudges the hair wash closer to Sulcerys area of the pond. Then she notices her face; calm. It’s good that she can also experience the cold of the water and relax like Zyra is. Sulcerys continues to undress, while Zyra continues to wade in the water and watch the ripples her movements make, taking peeks at Sulcerys from the corner of her eyes. More ripples come from the edge of the water as Sulcerys steps in. Zyra’s eyes follow the lines of Sulcerys body, before noticing the markings on her torso and arms. Her eyes followed those markings along the dip of Sulcerys collarbones, the dip of her shoulders, down to her fingertips that have surely heard many prayers. The feminine human body wasn’t anything new to Zyra, but it always feels different seeing it in person. While intrigued by the human anatomy, her curiosity was more piqued towards the scars? Or markings on her body. As Sulcerys head dipped under the water, Zyra debated whether she should ask about them. She decided against it when she saw Sulcerys content expression pop up from the water. “Your hair is pretty… -tangled up. I’m, like, super good with helping you fix it up if you want?”

Sulcerys turned to Zyra, the cheerful girl having broke the silence yet again. She looks to the hair wash, then back at her - it's been a long time since she'd had someone else to take care of her like this. "Mhm... you can help if you desire." She responds, reaching for the hair wash and offering it to Zyra. The fae had no qualms in breaking the distance between them, did her kind not hold apprehension for humankind? Back when they'd first met, she'd assumed it to be an approach made out of ill intent, but now she wonders if it was just a quality of the girl's character. Zyra, despite what horrors she'd just been through, looked as perfectly normal as ever, whatever normal meant to her. Others call it recklessness, maybe she'd choose to view it as a strength. With these thoughts on her mind, Sulcerys lowered herself to her knees, sitting in front of the other girl with her back turned. She tilts her head back to look at Zyra, sunbeams and a bright smile blinding her vision. "Go ahead."

Taking the hair wash, watching Sulcerys turn her back to Zyra with no hesitation. That’s right, humans form true bonds when shown just the smallest amount of compassion. It’s why the fae have evolved to look so similar, to take advantage of that. Zyra can’t forget she’s like that too, she knows Fae and humanoids have different moral compasses but she’s always taken by surprise when she meets someone who truly wants to help, or in this case save, others. Maybe there is a reason why the word ‘Humanity’ starts with ‘Human’. Lathering the wash between her hands, Zyra starts working at the bottom of Sulcerys brown hair. Taking care that she doesn’t pull or break any hair.

Sulcerys closes her eyes as the other girl begins to get to work. The fairy weaved meticulously through her hair, eventually feeling fingers pressed to her scalp with the delicacy found only within a tinkerer. If she let her mind drift, focusing on her senses, it was if just for a moment she was back there again. The Sanctuary: voices fluttering around, ripples and splashes of movement, Sister Ernevia's soft hands, a morning without hardship, warmth. A sudden sense of longing filled her throat, seeped into her lungs, drowned her. Then the hands moved away, and the feeling was gone. Sulcerys had made sure it was easy to reground herself when moments like this occurred as often as they did. They were bad thoughts, an ungrateful martyr only whining with regret after shifting the lid of her toom back open - she had to live for their sins. Zyra was kind, it gave her comfort to know that. She'd sooner busy herself with 'friends' as part of her mission to spread gospel, then admit the painful truth she simply desired company. Her newfound companions weren't devout, but they were dependable - that'll be the phrase to keep her stable. "You're finished, it seems?" She runs fingers through her hair, surprised by the ease in which they drag down - she hadn't felt her own hair to be this soft in a long time. Cleared of dirt, the suns reflection made it seem more like the colour of honey then it's usual dull brown. There was a scent of flowers filling the air - the same scent she associated with Zyra now coming from herself, as if another sign of this connection made stronger through the intimate act. "You've done a wonderful job - simple words of thanks wouldn't be enough." She says, standing to meet the eye level of Zyra. Slowly, she takes the other girls hand into her own, an appreciative gesture. For someone of her trade, she couldn't help but notice the softness in her hands - What a shame such a body had been tampered on the inside, the more time passes the harder she

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begins to comprehend what they'd done to her. "If you're satisfied, it's due time we make our return."