Yotsuyu goe Brutus (
darkenedmoon) wrote in
diatu2019-11-08 07:59 pm
I am the nothing you have saved.
who: Yotsuyu and...maybe you?
what: The witch has discovered that the knight is missing.
where: Temple of Raida grounds
when: Any time during the first week of November really
warnings: Well, Yotsuyu has a temper, so that's worth a warning...
It was useless scurrying, was it? As if she were some sort of rodent. From one edge of the island to the other, from one end of the campus grounds to the other. Searching, endlessly searching, but not finding. She did not want to admit the truth, Yotsuyu did not, but in the end? The truth was nothing but impossible to dismiss, impossible to ignore.
Hendrik was gone.
She sat in the courtyard of the temple, head bowed, back against a young sapling. In her lap, she cradled a sheathed dagger, one hand clasped on the hilt. And yet, she only held it, eyes downcast.
Yotsuyu had nothing to say...but despite that, a bitter laugh escaped her, and she bowed her head.
what: The witch has discovered that the knight is missing.
where: Temple of Raida grounds
when: Any time during the first week of November really
warnings: Well, Yotsuyu has a temper, so that's worth a warning...
It was useless scurrying, was it? As if she were some sort of rodent. From one edge of the island to the other, from one end of the campus grounds to the other. Searching, endlessly searching, but not finding. She did not want to admit the truth, Yotsuyu did not, but in the end? The truth was nothing but impossible to dismiss, impossible to ignore.
Hendrik was gone.
She sat in the courtyard of the temple, head bowed, back against a young sapling. In her lap, she cradled a sheathed dagger, one hand clasped on the hilt. And yet, she only held it, eyes downcast.
Yotsuyu had nothing to say...but despite that, a bitter laugh escaped her, and she bowed her head.

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The end of this month had been difficult on the Sundered students of the magicacademy. There had been a fair number of disappearances of classmates these last few months--friends, family, people whose faces and presences had just become part of the general landscape of the world. Their experience here was changing, because people formed the basis of one's experience of a world (not the food or the arts or the places, but people or a person), and change was frightening. Change often meant a loss of something one was fond of.
None of that was comforting at this end of Allhallowtide. None of it reversed the changes of the past few months. It did not bring those people back and it did not undo Aziraphale's own failure to create change. Commemorating the departed souls had always a bittersweet affair and he could offer little to his friend other than the usual condolences and platitudes.
He carefully took a seat beside her and placed a warm hand over hers on the hilt of the dagger, and said nothing.
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Raida was supposed to be a benevolent goddess, after all. As much as one could be, to such as she, Yotsuyu supposed.
But she was not expecting company, and glanced up to see Mr. Fell as he settled himself and laid his hand over hers. Nonetheless, she offered him a smile--a smile that was small and sad, true, but one that said wordlessly that she was glad to see him.
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Especially since he knew that death awaited her back home.
He watched the priests and priestesses, the other parishioners, and let the gentle murmur of prayer wash over him. And though Aziraphale had never quite come to terms with these foreign gods, he silently said a prayer to whoever would listen--his own God, or Raida or some other great entity somewhere in the cosmos: a prayer for her and for the man she had been unwillingly separated from. That they might be safe, and find happiness, and if they truly desired it, that someday they might be reunited.
After a very long time, he turned to her and said softly, "My dear. If you should like to talk--I am always here for you."