even if she doesn't remember it all.
it matters not to him—
they can make new memories together.
giving her time to remember along the way.
salem held her close as he kissed the top of her head. ;;
"we have much to explore here. just one step at a time..."
"you know i'd wait forever for you. endure as long as it takes. just for moments like this."
the pain of waiting. watching her slip further and further away... every single agonizing second he waited was worth it. this is what he had been waiting for.
+
for her to just 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 .
she looks up at him. her smile is soft, her words, too.
“ … thank you for waiting for me. I’ll come back home with you whenever you ask.”
she won’t leave him like she did once. the time she never came back. she was so naive, then.
I always forget there's a deathblight version of the divine beast dancing lion and become happy every single time.
Do you think er Salem danced along with that lion as well back in his younger days?
//; I don't know, I feel like the hornsent (which this Sal was one of them) just danced a lot for celebrations. The lion really gives me that idea, you know?
Maybe I'm just projecting my stupid Isla thoughts in. I don't know.
//; I'm a big believer this Salem was a big dancer in his younger days. Like dancing with the divine dancing lion type. So when I hear the battle theme, I think of him just dancing along to them.
on her own heel to catch her again. a small, slow spin.
once they were back in dancing position, he paused the humming to speak. ;;
"... i am overjoyed we can do this again, akari. to have you back here... it means everything to me."
with a slow sway, he caught her smiling. pressing his forehead against hers, he was finding it difficult to hum.
his own smile was almost stopping him from doing so.
he chuckles softly as he turns on his heel; spinning her +
"well, of course my love." he takes her hand, pulling her close to him. it was as if no time had passed at all, movement was automatic.
salem smiles, one hand in hers, the other hand gently on her waist. ;;
"... just follow my lead." he begins to hum the song, moving along the+
she stands, reaching her hands out to him.
if he’s more confident in his health here, she’s confident enough to ask this of him:
“ … dance with me again ?”
she hasn’t in …
she doesn’t know. it must’ve been a long time.
brings peace to troubled souls, easing them to go to the afterlife.
Salem hums both songs to calm the spirit. Whatever is left of it. And I think that's extremely beautiful.
//; the frenzied flame merchant song gives me the same feeling the song of healing does.
So I'd like to think it was played to bring peace to those in frenzy, so they wouldn't go completely mad. While the song of healing +
even while you were taken by the affliction. i still hummed it to you before you went back to the surface."
all the times she was slain in battle, he held her spirit tight before she came back. the same song as back then.
salem begun to hum it for her— a familiar melody. ;;
"we have plenty... a long time ago."
he gently places his staff against the wall, trusting himself not to fall.
he was back home, after all.
he felt healthier here. ;;
"there was a song i always sung to you, +
“ …. we danced here once. didn’t we ?”
she can’t recall why. distant visions of an intimate waltz, while he hummed and she spun and together they laughed.
that wasn’t only a dream, was it ? something her mind was making up ?
spark any memories? this was our place for a while. i brought you here plenty of times. it was your home, as well."
the cave went deeper, but this was the room they were in the most, it seemed. ;;
"... i know just the place." there was a lace of joy in his words. excitement, even.
it had been so long that he felt like this— too long.
he brought her to a small waterfall, on each side gravebirds stood over to watch.
with his staff, he raised it slightly to clear a path +
“wherever … ?”
she follows him hand-in-hand, trusting wherever he goes. little by little, the heaviness from their conversation before starts to ebb away.
“hmmm …
.. take me to your favorite place ? somewhere … you feel most at peace ?” —
for them. behind the waterfall is where they had lived.
lit by ghostflame lanterns on the wall. a stool beside an easel. a painting of the area unfinished was resting on it.
this was their room, once—
he brought her to a chair and sat down. ;;
"... does this room +