Don't Talk to Me or My Daughter Ever Again [Private, Nozomi, Hana, Hakai]

Recent developments have struck the First Quincy hard. In the pursuit of absolute knowledge, she discovered there was a point in which living beings were not meant to cross. To hold the information that she did was suffering, a change in perception that made it hard to maintain her former self. It was not through any poison or cosmic power that overwhelmed her... but just a revelation that could break her if she continued to cling onto her former ideals. For a time, Nozomi had gone missing from this world, and anyone who knew of her would have realized a section of time in which she was missing from the public eye. That. That. That was her trying to come to terms with what she learned, for in the end it was impossible to maintain her old ideals and behavior. With this new knowledge, Nozomi was forced to commit to a new way of life.

If this was to be an existence of no value, of which she could not escape; if there was nothing that had any meaning, it meant that she had to give it new meaning.

So obsessed had she been with her goal of utopia, and of absolute control, in years past. Someone like her had better things to do than to waste her times with the concerns of an average life. But today, as she glanced curiously back into the scarlet hues that bore into hers, she was considering just such things. Old emotions once buried, now resurfacing like new experiences. She was making her first steps towards being able to let go of this 'greater purpose' and just indulge in her local slice of existence. 'A waste of your talents,' the former First Quincy might have said to her, and yet she couldn't even grant that version of herself the slightest bit of respect. It was time to be selfish.

It was a brief reflection, seeing Hana mumble her doubts under her breath before eventually dismissing them. She was coming to the conclusion of what was right—what she wanted—just like Nozomi had. She waited for the ultimate realization, but did not have to sit there for long. It was quite the impressive invasion of space, as the Vizard devoured much of the space between them. If one of them breathed, the other would be able to feel the exhalation on their face—if one of them breathed, the other would experience the rise and fall of the chest by the contact their chests now enjoyed. The enthusiasm was almost enough to catch Nozomi off guard, but it would certainly not make her back off or jump in surprise. And embarrassment... well she still hadn't exhumed that one yet.

"That's the answer I wanted to hear," she responded warmly, able to hold the conversation like this just as well as she could if they were standing apart. She wasn't even going to tease the girl over their positions; it would be up to her to come off of it when she realized it. She just held her position on the palms of her hands, supporting both of their weights as she leaned back. "With my abilities, it doesn't matter what your race is or what your abilities are. I can teach you to unlock whatever is hiding away in that soul of yours..."

Though, she wondered if Hana even would tear herself away. It was perhaps more than she wanted to admit but there was an obvious influx of pheromones in the body of the girl between her legs. Despite their brief meeting between them, she was finding herself more comfortable with the First Quincy than she could have expected. This was an eccentricity born from Hana's anomalous body, more like a teenager than any fully-grown adult or youthful child. From what Nozomi was reading from this girl, it would be too easy to take advantage of her if her intentions were more malicious. Thankfully...

''Noozzzoomiiii, what're you doing?''

Well, it did not seem like Hana was going to get off of her. This was a precarious position, with their weapons and their drinks forgotten off to the side. The way that the maroon-haired Vizard maintained such an intimate proximity to her was beginning to have its effect on the Quincy. She'd never show it on the outside, but on the inside, it was like a jubilee—and there was no confusion about why she was feeling this. To her facetiousness, she could only hang her head back and chuckle. "So you have a sense of humor, do you? You believe yourself trapped?"

She closed her eyes and hummed, faking deep thought. Hana would be able to feel the low vibrations of the noise from their connected chests. Then, after an indeterminate point in time, Nozomi finally seemed to figure something out. "Well, if you're trapped here, I guess I just have to bring the stars to you, huh?" And before Hana could even think to wonder if that was even possible, it was done. Nozomi lifted one arm up from behind her back, making a fanciful show of opening her palm up to the sky. As she witnessed it, an explosion of light was released from the epicenter not indifferent to what the Big Bang was supposed to look like. It was blinding at first... but as her eyes adjusted to it...

Darkness encompassed them; a dome of pure ebon like a blanket thrown over their little sparring area, to represent the backdrop of space. Then, in every direction throughout the pitch blackness was a scattering of stars. Nozomi paid fine attention to detail, mapping out the location of every star in just one section of their own Milky Way galaxy. She formed the images of these balls of plasma as they would appear had they been so small, and showed how they moved and behaved as time went by. She painted the nebulas from which stars were born, like small clouds of dizzying colors. And there was no sound—the outside world was separated from their personal space in this moment, and they were alone—so that even their faintest breathes and slightest movements could be heard. If Hana would bring her hand close to one of the stars she'd feel it... a mild warmth. All of it was but an illusion, but the craft of this facade was heartfelt in its detail.

Nozomi opened her mouth to say something witty about what she'd just done; her first instinct was to be clever and revel in the superiority she possessed. But... instead, she looked at Hana's face and saw her reaction. And once she witnessed the impact she had on the girl, that would be enough. Her lips closed, and she simply smiled up at her, content.