post for madoka and homura;

[fatealtering]

[A girl with long black hair is slowly sitting on a bench in the park, taking out her headband and slowly holding out a long red ribbon in it's place. Her face is blank, but her lip trembles, as she begins to tie the ribbon into her hair, her fingers trembling a little]

[in another place, a  girl with pink hair is also in the park, watching a little

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[bringsalvation]

[ she watches from afar, a small smile on her face. she's not supposed to be here, yet she is. she was no longer a being that was supposed to 'exist'. she was what was considered a 'god' of the world...

she couldn't speak to her. after all, she didn't exist. homura wasn't supposed to remember her -- though the hope that she believed in, the one that made her wish that she was, and that her friend, her very best friend would remember her --

it was all that mattered.

"don't forget," she told herself, without speaking... "someone is always fighting for you."

however, she had to. she had a physical form, and she was here, now -- even though she was supposed to be making it so that witches would no longer exist for all eternity --

and she only said one word, and one alone. ]

Homura-chan.

[fatealtering]

[Homura looked up with wide, purple eyes, struck dumb by the sight of her best friend, the one she had sacrificed so many times for, standing in front of her.

I'm sure I'll meet you again soon..

And suddenly Homura's cold features, that weren't really that cold, twisted into a bittersweet expression, her hands sliding from inky strands of hair]

M-Madoka..?

[bringsalvation]

[ she smiles, saying: ] It's been a long time, Homura-chan.

[fatealtering]

How are you--..[she springs off the bench, all but running towards her best friend, her dearest friend--stopping short as she takes in her face, her lip already trembling a little more]

Homura

[throwsguns]

[And just like magic, Mami was by her side, smiling kindly at the younger girl.]

Do you need any help with that, Akemi-san?

[fatealtering]

[Homura's eyes lifted, as she looked up at Mami's kind smile. She swallowed a little]

Tomoe-san..--if you wish.

[throwsguns]

Leave it up to me.

[Mami laughs a soft laugh, taking the headband and ribbon into one hand while the other tucks a stray lock of hair behind Homura's ear. Satisfied, she moves to stand behind Homura and Mami procures a hair brush from her purse. She'll be brushing your hair now.]

I think this ribbon will suit you more, Akemi-san.

[fatealtering]

You..think so? [she fidgets a little awkwardly as she sets her hands in her laps, feeling the soft touch of the girl's hands in her hair, her voice quiet, ]

..It suited someone else a lot better than me.

and madoka

[homuruns]

[ no. it was impossible. she wasn't supposed to 'exist' in this timeplane. yet, she was here, in front of her eyes. her eyes wavered, faltering as she couldn't bring up words...

what could she say? what was she supposed to do. her hands were shaking, but she had to be confident. she had accepted the ribbon because of that, right?

they were friends, right? ]

Ma... Madoka?

yeahhh

[fortheprayers]

Homura-chan. [she took a step towards her, smiling some]

I told you I'd see you soon, right? [she glances down at her little brother, happily chanting Madoka over and over as he scribbled]

That ribbon looks good on you, Homura-chan.

[homuruns]

[she blinks twice before wiping her eyes. was it really...?]

I know. I just didn't expect it to be... [to be this soon, she says, mentally.] Madoka, it really is you.

[she wants to make sure it really is her, that it isn't a delusion, another demon, a witch --] But how?

[fortheprayers]

Mm, it looks that way, doesn't it? [she smiles some]

Didn't we talk about this, Homura-chan? Miracles, wishes, and dreams, those are all things Puella Magi can fulfill. I think right now, this is one of those miracles.