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Though he could no longer feel emotion, the attempt worked, she recognized what he was trying to offer and it eased her worries and fears. She was calming down and able to think clearer. Ori tilted her head back upon the tap to offer a smile up at him. "I would like to keep what work my father —

The beauty and power of dance no matter the kind. Freestyle, ballet, ballroom, it's all an art that can take years to perfect. It's all thanks to her father and that first music box she received. The spinning ballerina that played a soft tune had her hooked. Unlike before where she barely had —

There was some hesitancy however she allowed the reconnection and that smile though small returned. Her eyes glistened and parts of her mourned for a life lost, chances erased and memories halted. In its place was seeming immortality— a once in a lifetime chance to make a difference bigger —

“Of course,” she murmured and reached out to pat the top of Jinx’s shoulder. “First thing though.” Her tone was light and playful yet held a serious undertone. The problem with being unconscious for a long period of time is the urge to stay up past a reasonable hour. It’s around this time that —

She blinks a few times before a smile of her own crossed her lips. She responds in a curtesy with a little bow of her head and places her hand within his. “Why, I’d love to.” It didn’t matter at the end of the day. All that mattered was the fun that was about to be had. She took —

There’s little feet prints along the inside as they travel around the face of the clock. At every hour it plays the Swans Theme from Swan Lake. There’s a tiny little button on the side of the watch that will deactivate it should he not want to listen to it. Knuckles gently knock on wood and a —

they took the credit for your second symphony rewritten by machine on new technology and now i understand the problems you could see

“Yeah! I thought that was very you plus no one will ever see it coming. You’ll always have the last laugh so to speak.” Giggles left Orianna as she watched the absolute glee from Jinx. THIS is what it was about. “Of course we can. We can make a slot just for that. It’ll be great!” With one —

"I understand." She knew and understood but it was still nice to hear it be spoke aloud. "I won't ever leave, don't worry. I've been hoping to work more by your side once this whole thing is behind us actually." Once she has the answers she's seeking. There's still so much she wants to do but —

"Hmm?" She lifted her gaze and brought her hands back out though slower this time around. There's a nod and a tiny little smile at the mention of her father. "Yes, that's right. I am one of the greatest achievement's in all of his work. He made me up to be like a spinning ballerina in a music —

"I know you worry about me." She began while gazing up at him, eyes clouded with her own worry for him and yet, they also shone with the love she had for him. This was the man responsible for bringing her back even if he did have help there's nothing that would make her leave him forever. —

🎶 You've got a friend in me, you've got a friend in me. You've got troubles and I've got them too. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you.. .. And as the years go by our friendship will never die.. you've got a friend in me. 🎶

It reacted to his touch immediately. It whirred and spun around him a few times before coming to float in its original place. Her voice quiet and unsure if she was in trouble or not. “It’s.. my newest little invention. It’s a little bot made to stay by my side and aid me should I need it. —

“You wish,” she teased back while wrapping her own arms around the taller young woman. When she pulled back she tapped the tip of her pencil off in the margin of her paper. “I can’t wait to see what you come up with then!” She hummed and nodding over towards Jinx glad that she liked the —

What a smile, a real genuine smile much like the one she gives her father, is spread on her face. Some giggles leave her as her gaze moves from the paper to watch her friend. “Yeah! Of very many.” Inside is a little keychain with that same sparrow and on the back are the words ‘my best friend —

She's stayed out of the way today—mostly— and has been reading and sketching.

“No, not since I’ve been up and around, I haven’t. I’ve.. been busy catching up.” She mentions with a small smile now and a breathy exhale, a laugh, reminiscing. “You have..? Well..” there’s a pause and a furrowing of her brow. She’s deep in thought and contemplation. “I have always wanted to —

“Yeah! Take a peek now! There’s plenty more for you to discover later anyway.” She says excitedly and practically buzzes with excitement. The pencil wiggles within her fingers and she nods slowly then the tip of the pencil is back to the paper. A few simple strokes show a little sparrow with —

“Deal,” she said and lifted her pinky up to loop it with his. Pinky promises hold more weight to her anyway. She will do nothing, nothing, to go away from her father. She loves him dearly and with her next chance at life she’ll be more careful. Making up for lost time is something she cares —

A neat little box is left for @whattheyfear.bsky.social. It’s wrapped with a neat golden bow and inside is an ornately made pocket watch. It’s small and silver with a single little sparrow etched atop it.

She huffed softly as everyone she could seem to think of whether she’s heard it from those closest to her passing by or from her pure memory seemed to not be a good fit. When confronted— no — when it was brought to her attention that she still separated the two peoples her hands immediately —

Don’t get her wrong, she’s used to things similar to this just not when it’s happening to her. She has heard tales of what her father does with her experimentations and solutions— she’s the biggest experiment yet— along with his most precious one. But this feeling was unlike anything else. —

“Perhaps we don’t need everyone to be on one singular connection? Isn’t there a way to make everyone independent while still giving them the peace?” With his hands now before her she inspects them closer. Her fingers slowly go over them and she notices how the runes glow when they’re near. She —

To this question she grew silent and looked down at the hands that had withdrew. Her hands that tinker can make change? Big change.. that will better Zaun, give the Zaunites purpose. “What if,” she began slowly as her gaze moved to his hands remembering the runes etched upon his fingers. “We —

There was so much going on in her mind it was hard to concentrate but the clattering of the cane brought her back, to some semblance of order in her head. “Mostly for approachability. I.. didn’t want the children I helped to be frightened of me. However.. I have augmented some parts to act as —

Never has she felt such emotion before. Orianna might not have personally known Viktor but right in this moment, sharing their most darkest and brightest memories she felt as if she’s known him her whole life. The good thing about her is that she doesn’t want anything in return. Her concern —

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw his face and she wondered what had happened? What caused all this corruption. There's a furrowing of her brow and it's plain to see she's concerned about him and his well being. "What..?" She opened her mouth to begin but stopped and closed it once she —

Orianna didn’t mind the silence that stretched in fact she found it nice, relaxing and calming to her jumping nerves. A smile found its way across her lips as she watched his very demeanor change. She remained close to him. Her eyes grew wide at all the parts and machinery around. It was way —

There’s hesitancy in her steps because to her he’s huge. Much taller and bigger than she was expecting but that’s to be expected with how small she seems next to him. This was the man that she shared a connection with, the one that gave her father hope and the way to bring her back from the —

“Emberflit Alley..” Orianna mused to herself as she nodded to well nothing really. An empty room. She steeled herself and her resolve. She needed answers and Viktor was the only one who could satiate her curiosity. In an instant she was up and rummaging around for the cloak she’d acquired —

Her hands remain on his cheeks for a while longer before they lower and a soft humming comes from her lips. There’s not much she wouldn’t do for her father and her chest swelled with pride at his words and his faith in her. “I can do it and maybe Viktor will get better, see a better side to —

There’s a hand— one on either of his cheeks— and a soft reassuring smile. She leans forward to press her nose against his and move her head back and forth slowly. “It will not happen. I can’t think of a world where I don’t experience joy or heartache. That’s what makes being me.. well.. me. —

That’s all I want is help. Help understanding. We’re.. connected..? Is that why I feel the pull sometimes? Can feel your presence? It’s all really confusing but yeah, I agree, we should meet! Perhaps so long as it’s a different way and outcome this time around. Where should we meet at?

“Yeah! It makes it more fun! I usually don’t say anything so that it’s a surprise but I’m too excited to not share about it.” She exclaimed while making a few notes and marks on her paper. The girl was patient as she waited. More scribbles on paper then another image being drawn up. “How about —

“I’m glad,” she murmurs. A soft sigh left her lips and she nestled in further and further into his chest. She listened quietly and nodded. “I’m a curious girl.” She mentioned casually. Her brows furrow. “I will be, father, I’ll be extra careful. Can.. can’t he be helped—?”

It’s quiet. Almost too quiet. Orianna’s room is silent save for the winding down melody coming from the music box beside her bed. Tools and scraps are in a neat pile on her desk and her bed is made. Boxes line the walls and her bag is all packed up sitting neatly in the middle of her bed.

we're all different notes, but we're in the same song.

A brow raised skyward but a snicker soon left her lips and a little grin of her own was offered Silco's way. It was contagious and she's no stranger to being a little rebellious. "You know what? You're right. We'll get as much as we want!" There's a few claps from Orianna, excited to be doing —

ㅤㅤ𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜, ㅤㅤㅤ𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎

( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

Good because he’s stuck there for a while. Eyes closed shut for a while as well until her arms eventually wrap around his neck and she moves to sit more comfortably in his lap. “You always will be, Papa. You’re my source of inspiration and strength when I need it.” She murmurs and just holds —