sagittaluminis:

Homura’s hold was abrasive, her whole body shaking with sobs even despite her weak stature. Being held from above, Madoka quickly lowered herself further until she was nestled just enough so that the battered magical girl wouldn’t have to feel any more physical pain than already. The goddess’ eyes closed and she brushed through Homura’s rustled hair, comforting in slow gentle gestures, letting her hands firmly pull the other closer.

“I told you I’d come back for you,” she murmured between the cries.

Deep inside, she felt pain, pain as past timelines rushed through her, bringing back sensations she had buried until this moment. She could clearly picture Homura back then… but soon the image was smoothing out to reveal the fighter she was now. Homura had lived by Madoka’s parting words for so long, fighting endlessly even as the others faded away around her. It was breathtakingly beautiful in so many ways. Madoka felt overwhelmed by how complete her “body” felt having Homura there again.

It was familiar to their short farewell.

She smiled wistfully and leaned back just slightly, reaching forward to delicately grasp Homura’s fragile hand in her own. The goddess swallowed back her own will to cry as she ran her finger along the soul jem attached. After she began to place the pulsing soul into a more complete form, she looked the ebony directly into the eyes. “Homura, you fought for so long. You did the unbelievable, farther than any magical girl to exist.” The long-haired being pressed her forehead against the other, gold into amethyst, “It’s time to come home.”

Their position was intimate; hearts one at last.

With the soul re-constructed, she lifted it out of the jem itself and let it float between them. With flourish in her gestures and a splash of glitter erupting from her wings, she said, “Let’s go, Homura.”

When Homura would grasp her hand, the girl would finally leave her body to disappear. Her new form as the soul awaited— and then there would be nothing but the two of them… what they had always wanted and yearned for.

A single tear rolled down Madoka’s cheek.

Homura’s sobs began to slow at the contact from Madoka. The touch she was beginning to believe she would never be blessed enough to feel again. Instead, joyful tears began to roll down her face, and her small lips had curved into a radiant smile. The rosette was running her gentle fingers through Homura’s raven hair. This was all so awing. The beautiful goddess was here. Homura had been saved. Beautiful was exactly the way to describe her. The way her bright hair had fallen in waves around them, her eyes of the sweetest golden, gentle curves in that simple-colored white dress… She was really here. She had a physical form. Homura could see her, hear her, and most of all, feel her. She wanted to savor every touch from this goddess. All of this felt too perfect to be true.

I told you I’d come back for you

The joy that sparked through Homura at these words— It was something she had never felt, or had ever dreamed of feeling. It was pure happiness. She tried to speak, give the other female some kind of coherent response, but she was more than choked up. She had literally felt as though she were in some kind of dream and was paralyzed from the shock of this moment. Madoka ran her fingers along the purple soul gem on Homura’s pale, small hand. The ebony felt a small bit of color spread her cheeks.

Homura, you fought for so long. You did the unbelievable, farther than any magical girl to exist.

Her words. They were too kind. She felt emotions welling up inside her, along with more tears. Didn’t she know? Kindness would bring her even greater troubles. She could see the emotion hidden in the depths of Madoka’s shining eyes. She could sense that the rosette herself was on the verge of tears. She knew if she had returned to crying, the beautiful being would probably cry with her. She didn’t like the thought of that. She had seen Madoka cry all too much for her liking. The female took a deep breath and sucked in the cool air.

“Your words honor me,” was all she could say, in a quiet voice, trying to maintain emotional control. Madoka’s forehead was against hers, she felt herself getting absorbed into those eyes, pure radiance that was guiding her home.

Lost in this moment, Homura didn’t realize what Madoka was doing. She stared at the gem that was now floating between them, but that didn’t hold her attention. Her eyes went immediately back to the goddess before her. Madoka’s wings had spread out in a glorious motion. The ebony had never seen anything like it. Her eyes found Madoka’s outstretched hand. Without a moment of hesitation, she reached for it, without the slightest inkling of what was about to occur. Did it really matter? Madoka was here. She was going to take her away. And that was all she had cared about.

(Source: ribbonarchangel)

driftingmoonflower:

The silver-eyed woman narrowed her eyes slightly. “Where are you from? I haven’t heard of a place on the whole damn planet that doesn’t have a problem with Shades. Not at this point anyway.”

Kainé was suspicious - they’d run into Shades disguised as humans, and she knew all too well some Shades had no problem killing their own. Once again she shut out the laughter in her head. Putting away her swords, she said, “You’re not a bad fighter though. For a kid.”
  

Seeing as the fight was over, Homura realized she should change out of her Magi form. After doing that, she began to reflect on the woman’s words that she simply didn’t understand. What did she mean “the whole planet?” Was the ebony even on earth? Time… must have went wrong. Very wrong. Her eyes widened for an instant of shock, but she quickly switched back to her usual emotionless facade. Her thoughts were whirling, trying to figure out what exactly was going on. She wanted to know more, but how was she to go about asking?

“I’m from… Japan. Mitakihara Town. Where am I?” she asked simply, trying to restrain herself from spewing out all of the questions that were burdening her mind.

She merely nodded at the woman’s compliment. “You’re a rather decent fighter, as well.”

snapshot-murder-deactivated2012 asked: Oh well hey there little miss. Fine evening, wouldn't you say?

Little miss? And suddenly the ebony had an urge to punch him.

“I guess you can say that.”

driftingmoonflower:

“What kind of fucking question is that?” Kainé replied before considering perhaps this girl did not have Shades where she was from. “Is that even possible?”
Kicking a Shade where it’s face would be, the woman replied, “They’re called Shades, mindless monsters that attack anything that moves. Kill ‘em all!”


She had to admit - she hadn’t expected the girl to be such a strong fighter. From the corner of her eyes and through sprays of blood she saw Shades being felled by arrows left and right. The girl’s aim was true and she seemed to have no intention of turning on Kainé so for the moment the younger female was a welcome ally. 
The clouds began to recede, much to her relief, as the pair struck down the remaining Shades. Once the last vanished, the blood-soaked warrior turned to the girl.
“You’re not from here, are you?” It was less of a question and more of a statement, but Kainé expected some form of answer before deciding what to do next.

Shades? Were they something similar to demons or witches? She didn’t understand. This type of enemy was something completely unfamiliar to her. Well, if they were trying to kill the two females, then did it really matter what they were? No, it did not. It only meant that regardless of what they were she must continue to annihilate them. But the ebony couldn’t help but wonder… what happened with time to cause this? What kind of world had she exactly ended up in?

She continued to fire arrows without any restraint, developing a sense of respect for the woman whom she was allied with. She knew how to fight and would have made an excellent Puella Magi, judging by her attitude. After the two females successfully ended the lives of these Shades, she brought her attention to what the woman was saying.

You’re not from here, are you?

Homura knew that the woman already anticipated her answer, but still wanted one nevertheless.

“No, I am most definitely not from around here.”

dearlybeheaded:

Mami had began to grow confused at all these ‘follows’—she wasn’t used to this, to being so suddenly approached by such a large quantity of people. Whilst confused, the drill haired senior made sure to offer a warm smile, honey hues holding a certain welcoming kindness. 

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, I’m Tomoe Mami! I hope we can all get along.”

Homura ran her fingers through her hair as she heard a familiar voice. She turned her head in the direction that the voice was coming from. It was Tomoe Mami. It had been a while since the ebony had encountered her fellow Magi. The two had never particularly been friends or anything of the sort. Homura really didn’t have any emotion towards. Not dislike, but not really a liking either. However, she did have a respect for her.

“Tomoe-san.” Homura spoke in a natural tone. “It has been a while,” she said simply.

She didn’t expect a warm greeting of any sort, nor did she care enough to give one.

sagittaluminis:

“Is that…?”

It was sudden, the eruption of emotion coming from earth’s surface, shouldering its way past the auroras of witches and Demons— but it wasn’t unusual. Lately there had been many disturbances in the current state of the universe… although there was only one being could actually cause such a thing. The fever shook the celestial illusion Madoka kept herself in and sent harsh vibrations into her core.The goddess’s brows creased in worry and she twirled forward to take a star into her hand. Holding it close, she analyzed the patterns that shown back. In her palm, she held the very existence of the planet earth, the source of the cries of distress. Madoka sighed deeply and stroked the light, feeling the calls of her.

Is it time? She wondered. The thought was interrupted by another agonized howl. The star trembled in her hand with the act.

Quickly she lifted her arms and let her magic flow forth, sheathing her naked body in white fabric until a beautiful gown hung from her gentle curves. Pink boots formed on her feet and her wings folded back into her skin. With a last flick of the finger, she shrunk tens of thousands of times until she was the size she was once upon a time. Being a goddess, life was very much different. It took preparation if she were to visit earth. Usually she kept watch on everything with her stars— they were like peepholes of sorts. Telepathically she sent a mental message to Sayaka to tell the Realm that she would be absent at Dinner. Things were more serious than she first assumed.

All she had to do was wish and she was in already earth’s sky— no traveling through the stars was necessary. Focusing on her surroundings, she couldn’t help but relish in the wind brushing her skin and hair back. There were no such comforts in her supreme seat in space— the Realm had a mimic of wind but… it wasn’t the same as the real thing. Shaking her head, she let her powers seek out their number one source— ah, there she was.

Madoka flew over Mitakihara, absentmindedly clutching the place her heart would’ve been. A nostalgic sense came when she noticed just how distraught she actually was. The gold of her eyes glittered chaotically in expression of her distress, that is until she saw what she wanted at last.

Homura. Akemi Homura. Her best friend.

The ebony magical girl lay in the dirt, face streaked with tears and her voice hoarse from her cries. The closer the invisible goddess got, the stronger the wavelength of suffering… but soon enough Homura’s wails slipped to absolute silence. The purple of those beautiful eyes began to dim, and then her body loosened and slacked. Up to that point, the most Madoka did was breathe rather harshly, her hands desiring to reach for the broken girl— to cradle her and apologize a million times. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

Attempting a smile, she made herself visible and reached a gloved hand forward, stroking down Homura’s bloodied cheek. “Homura-chan,” she whispered, “Homura-chan, open your eyes.” Look at me one last time in this world. It’ll be the last time in this place. I promise. Madoka brushed a stray lock away and continued her gentle touches. “Please, Homura-chan.”

Homura knew this was it. She had exhausted herself and lost her way during that last fight, that overwhelming struggle. She was not giving up, merely just accepting things the way they were. She couldn’t continue to push herself like this, because there wasn’t anything left of her. The only thing that had tethered her to life for so long was Madoka. Madoka. She thought the name repeatedly over and over again with more emotion each time. She knew this was it, and if it was all going to end, she wanted to go out with thoughts of the one thing that had made her life worth it, the one thing she had truly lived her life for.

She allowed the memories to gently stroll through her mind, one by one, meeting Madoka Kaname on her first ever day of school, immediately noticing how beautiful she was, and the way she had shown Homura such acceptance and kindness. The first person who she had ever felt truly able to call a friend. A single tear rolled down her colorless face as it all came back to her. It was all so vivid to her. She remembered the sights of Madoka being destroyed by Walpurgisnacht and her making the choice, to dedicate her life to the only person that had ever truly mattered.

For a while, she and Madoka had become closer with each time she were to reset the timeline. And all of the outcomes had ended in misery. All of the screams of pain and agony she heard Madoka emit. And how she had longed to put an end to them once and for all. The thoughts of her having to kill Madoka with her own hands flashed through her mind. The harsh memories felt like they were draining away her remaining seconds faster. She had controlled time. And now she was am hourglass, the sand falling at an agonizing pace. She would have loved to see Madoka just one last time before it was all over. But, she had learned not long for miracles.

Miracles.

Homura-chan.

Homura-chan? She stirred slightly, her mind becoming more alert. She still wasn’t completely back from wherever she knew she was fading away to, but something about that name had awoken her. M-Madoka? It couldn’t be. She allowed herself to go back to drifting off. She thought she felt gentle, familiar touches against her cheek.

Homura-chan, open your eyes.

She knew that voice. It was Madoka’s voice. She had known it since the summons began, but thought it was a mere hallucination. The call had turned to a begging. What was it? She had to be dreaming. Or perhaps she was in “heaven.” Maybe that place really did exist. And she was there. With some sort of Madoka illusion there to greet her.

Please, Homura-chan.

The touches continued and Homura knew now that she wasn’t imagining them. Her eyes slowly opened. They traced the gloved hand up to the arm, and then the most breathtaking sight the ebony could ever hope to see. It was Madoka Kaname, her long hair, even longer than Homura’s, flowing behind her, dressed in a simple white dress that only intensified her beauty. Her stunning golden eyes were filled with concern. Homura was back. She wasn’t drifting away any longer. Once again, she had been tethered to life. She wasn’t sure what to do. She wasn’t sure what to say. She could barely breathe from the pure shock and joy of this moment.

“M-MADOKA!” the name came out as a scream before Homura burst into sobs all over again. The will to move came back to her and she flung her arms around Madoka’s neck, sobbing her name over and over again, but this time with joy and disbelief. Her best friend was here. She came back. Homura was never alone. And she never would be again.

(Source: ribbonarchangel)

driftingmoonflower:

Kainé was surprised to see the girl move so quickly - and even moreso when she seemed to transform. There was no time to think though; a dark cloud began passing overhead and a fair number of Shades began to appear. The dark-haired girl had a bow, but was hesitating. Preparing her dual swords in preparation to charge, she said, “The fuck are you waiting for?! Shoot the bastards!”
“I don’t know who this girl is, but if she can fight, that’s good enough for me. For now…”
The young woman fought with deadly accuracy, blades slicing through the smaller Shades and ending with sprays of blood. Kainé was covered in crimson, but as the stupid book had put it, the first to waver was the first to die. 

At the other woman’s usual vulgar shout at her, Homura sprang into action. She launched arrows at the unfamiliar creatures and watched as the blood spouted everywhere. As they tried to attack her, she decided this wasn’t a fight to take lightly and debated resorting to explosives. But no, the bow should do. She shot at them, with her aim flawless as always, and whenever one of the monsters would launch at her, she would gracefully use her wings to dodge.

“What are these monstrosities?” Homura screamed at the other woman while continuing to fight and shoot her arrows without the slightest ounce of restraint.

fyeahreim:

It was quivering just as he did, too.

It’s ears flinched and pressed close to it’s skull every time that voice of hers would ring through her lips in her obnoxiously boisterous tone, shaking it’s sensitive sense of hearing as she only continued to egg it on, just as she did him, Reim. She giggled with this realization, a small hand reaching to pet at it’s head once more, amused at the vast similarities between the animal and the man she dared to call her best friend.

She wasn’t getting amusement out of the fact the poor animal was scared senseless of her, of course not — Lily wasn’t that kind of person, and she was far too daft to see that the animal was indeed, very scared of her, smiling down at the animal with the same oblivious gaze, lit with pure joy and excitement, unaware of the raven haired female watching from a distance, entranced in the animal that she held close to her chest still — cooing down at it, rocking it within her arms, even beginning to hum down to it, an innocent tune she had heard somewhere before, at Baskerville manor.

— A gentle melody.

You might want to be careful with that animal, you know.

Quickly eyes averted from the animal back to reality, being greeted by the sight of a new face, a girl that looked to be young, though not as young as her, but not old, either! Smiling still, and taking no consideration to the stranger’s words, she laughed,

“Why?”

An innocent tone.

“We’re friends! And we’re playing together, Reim and I~! Look, he likes me!”

Shifting her arms, the young girl slid greedy hands around the rabbit’s body, holding it up for Homura to see, the rabbit emitting soft scuffling noises, though it simply hung there in Lily’s grasp — another bout of laughter leaving her lips.

“See~? See~?”

She was humming some sort of strange melody that Homura had never heard before as she approached her. This girl seemed so innocent, but also quite the opposite at the same time.

Homura watched as the rabbit still didn’t move, but continued to have that terrified look in its eye. This girl was definitely rather naive, wasn’t she? Or maybe she was just a bit slow? The teenager really didn’t know what to take of her. To put it bluntly, the ebony was reaching a conclusion that this girl might be a tad on the crazy side, and if not, she definitely was different. Instead of analyzing what she had thought of the young girl, she brought her focus to what she was saying.

We’re friends! And we’re playing together, Reim and I~! Look, he likes me!

Homura’s first instinct was to tell the girl that the rabbit was obviously terrified of her by the noises it was making as she held it up, but for some reason decided against it at the moment. Yeah, there definitely wasn’t any chance of that animal hurting her. The creature was too worried about her hurting it. And for some reason, she could just tell that the kid wouldn’t relinquish her hold no this rabbit.

The laughter that had escaped from this girl’s lips had startled her. She wasn’t afraid of her exactly, just rather intrigued by her. However, she got the vibe that for some reason this little female should be feared. She didn’t understand why she had thought that. Homura had only started observing her mere moments ago. Instead of trying to convince the girl to put the rabbit down, she merely decided to humor the bewildering girl.

“Ah, yes,” she said with a small smile. “I guess the creature does seem to like you.”

(Source: reddour)

The petite ebony sank to the hard, rough, ground on the outskirts of Mitakihara. The ground felt brutal against her cut knees, and her long hair was a matted mess, with  a single red ribbon lost in it. She had to keep fighting. She had to. There were still demons out there, she knew there was. She had to keep going. It was for her. For Madoka. Every move she took was for Madoka, her beautiful goddess. She knew Madoka was by her side, even if she did not have a tangible presence, a voice, an anything. She was basically nothing, but she was everything. She was everything to Homura. And the female missed her and longed for her more than any word could ever begin to describe. Which meant that she had to keep fighting. Giving up was not an option, or even a consideration.

But at this point, could she honestly continue? This recent fight with a large group of demons had nearly destroyed her, her pale arms and legs covered in the blemishes from it— She didn’t care. If it was for Madoka, than nothing else mattered, and she would continue without any question in the slightest, even though she knew she was starting to get lost again, starting to lose herself again.

Madoka…

She pulled the long red ribbon out of her messy raven hair and her eyes filled with tears. She ran her fingers across it feeling every single strand of the fabric, wishing Madoka was at least half as tangible as this beautiful ribbon was. She remembered the voice she had heard what seemed like so long ago, telling her to keep fighting. Could it be that Madoka would return to her? Was it possible? The ebony did not believe so, no matter how much she would like to. She had been experiencing a more positive attitude lately, but the recent beating she took from those demons had stolen that from her. At least she defeated them. That was the only thing that mattered to her. She tried to force herself into a standing position, but it was in utter failure as she ended up hitting the ground again, twice as fast as she stood up. What was she to do? The girl’s light eyes began to water more and more with each continuous negative thought and soon, she began to sob.

“M-Madoka—!” she would choke out between her continuous wails, knowing no answer would come.

She hadn’t broken down like this, or at least not recently. She hated it. She had to be stronger, she just had to be. But for some reason, she felt like her emotions were going out of whack. Every time Homura tried to pull herself together, she ended up as unsuccessful as the previous time. She was covered in tears, sweat, and was losing more blood by the second. She had no way to bandage herself up or clean the wounds. She was too far away from the town. Her hysteric sobs were cutting off the oxygen her brain was getting and she knew her consciousness was slipping. Was she going to die here? After everything she had done was it all over? Was that the case? She refused to let that happen. There had to be something to give her the strength to keep going. Her thoughts of Madoka weren’t enough to get rid of these physical injuries, and slowly, she gave up on fighting it. Her hysteric sobs stopped at a point, and the ebony had begun to feel herself fading away.

fyeahreim:

It had been only a few minutes after the young Baskerville discovered the small family of bunnies that inhabited the bushes in the park she had been playing at.

A bright smile was painted on her face as she scooped a chattering rabbit into her small, childish hands, giggling at the way it wriggled within her grasp — pink nose twitching at the unfamiliar scent of the young girl, it’s tail fluttering just as it’s nose did, Lily’s cheeks tinting a light red as she pulled it to her chest, no fear in her eyes at all, only pure joy as she scooped up the cute creature and held it close to her body.

Sight fell against the rabbit’s frame as she laughed, petting it’s head rather roughly, though it didn’t move in the slightest, from fear, though she didn’t have a clue that she wasn’t supposed to be picking these animals up, unaware of the diseases it carried, the fact it could bite into her skin — the fact she could scare it to death, even, only wearing that same smile as she picked it up, kissed it’s nose ( though it took a few attempts ), and cuddled her face to it’s soft fur.

“Hello, Mister Rabbit!”

Such a sweet tone of voice — ringing out with delight as once again, she lowered the paralyzed creature to her chest, honestly unaware of the rabbit’s gender, only assuming it was a boy. Hands clumsily cradled it’s small body and she flipped it onto it’s back, holding it like a mother would her new born child — glancing down at it with eyes of pure adoration.

A name… yes, that’s what she needed, a name for her new friend! A hum slipped past her innocent lips as she thought of what she could call the brown and white patched rabbit, biting onto her bottom lip before her eyes lit up with a wonderful name, or at least, a name she thought to be wonderful!

Really, she was such a smart girl, if she did say so herself!

“Oh, oh~! I know, I know!”

“I can call you Reim! Because you’re just like him, you know!”

Yes — she was quite fond of that man, Reim, a person she considered to be a best friend, even with what he had done to her. It only made sense to name the small creature in her arms after him, his chain looked similar to the animal, too, so it seemed beyond smart — genius even!

Just another great idea from the mind of Lily Baskerville!

Everything was rather quiet until Homura Akemi had heard the high-pitched shouts that could only be coming from the voice of a young girl. Children, always loud, she thought with a little sigh. She had nothing against them, and some of them could almost be cute, but they did have rather obnoxious tendencies. After walking a few more steps, she had seen the girl this voice was emanating from. She had a rather eccentric look to her, including her clothing, and was examining a rabbit. The ebony watched as this girl picked up the rabbit. It tried to break free of her grasp to no success whatsoever. The girl brought it close to her face. Homura wanted to say something, knowing that this wasn’t safe, but the girl didn’t seem to care, and the four-legged animal had now seemed nearly paralyzed at this girl’s touch. She observed as the girl continued to play with the rabbit and talk to it, wanting to speak up, but not entirely caring about the girl either. If she wanted to play with it and get bitten, that was her choice, wasn’t it? If she was dumb enough to pick up a wild animal and put it that close to her face—

But Homura wouldn’t deny that she had a soft spot for cats and, in fact, she did try to interact with many stray cats she had seen. Perhaps this girl was merely naive? The raven-haired female didn’t exactly know what to take of the younger girl.

The girl had already declared a name for this animal. Reim. An interesting … unique choice. She had never heard of anyone with that name.

Because you’re just like him, you know!

Was she comparing a rabbit to a man? Someone that was a friend of hers—? Why would she compare one of her friends to a rabbit that was completely struck frozen from fear of this girl? The ebony felt her curiosity stirring slightly and decided to approach this interestingly strange girl.

“You might want to be careful with that animal, you know,” she said simply, in a kind voice, yet also emotionless at the same time.

(Source: reddour)