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tenebraecious) wrote2021-07-24 12:36 am
tenebraecious) wrote2021-07-24 12:36 am
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You wake up— No, you have always been in a white, airy space. The floor is hard and cold, swirled marble, but there is also soil and plant life crunching underneath your feet. Columns raise impossibly high, they are tall enough to hurt your small neck as you crane up to look at them.
After all, you are quite small, hardly a handful of years to your name, and the world is so very large, very big. You do not recall much, not yet, but you are certain of love, warmth, and destiny. You have a purpose.
Among the flowers, herbs, and long, long grass, there are two women seated in chairs with very high backs. You feel the urge to run to them, rest your cheek upon their laps, but you can sense that you should not. The air, no, spirits says you ought not to. Still, they both smile warmly at you.
The one in white and blue speaks, "Hello, my dear. Let us speak."
The one in black speaks, "Little one, what do you seek?"
After all, you are quite small, hardly a handful of years to your name, and the world is so very large, very big. You do not recall much, not yet, but you are certain of love, warmth, and destiny. You have a purpose.
Among the flowers, herbs, and long, long grass, there are two women seated in chairs with very high backs. You feel the urge to run to them, rest your cheek upon their laps, but you can sense that you should not. The air, no, spirits says you ought not to. Still, they both smile warmly at you.
The one in white and blue speaks, "Hello, my dear. Let us speak."
The one in black speaks, "Little one, what do you seek?"
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Cobalt arrives with Gladio and Thorn, and you can tell immediately that they are familiar with the situation. They are all horrified, and they know this is not what she wanted, how she should ever be. However, they do not know how to save her, either.
. . . Death seems the best option, and so they strike her down . . .
As she lays dying, gasping her last choked breaths, you can see her soul before you, just as she was in life, before everything went wrong. Pryna stands close to her, Sunset's hand resting on her head. She has a question for Pink, What will you do? Someone he loves has been wronged terribly, and their soul is not at rest. What is to be done?
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I dunno how ta resolve her regret...