" one morning this sadness will fossilize and I will forget how to cry ,,
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A LONG TIME AGO, a child was born in Inazuma, an archon's child. most knew of the child, but that most thought that child, had belonged to the raiden makoto.
they were wrong, the child had belonged to the raiden makoto's sister; the raiden shogun, ei. at first, the shogunate was a bit confused on how to deal with a child, as all she's known was to be a shadow, be in public whilst her sister stood inside their home, caring for the child as much as she could.
that was exactly five hundered-n-five years ago, the child's mother has grown used to caring for the child in between the years, knowing on what to do with the help from the original electro archon.
yet when the child had turn five, a terrible accident had happened. the raiden makoto, had left days to help a war that had gone down.
but i'm sure you know the rest of the story.
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THE SOUND OF GLASS clinking lightly filled the room that was once filled with talking and laughter, now quiet and disturbing. it has been over four-hundred and eighty-seven years, four-hundred and eighty-seven years since Makoto died, four-hundred and eighty-seven days since Ei had stopped caring. they'll admit, it hurts, they reminisced the old days, ones where their aunt carried them outside, greeting her people. the days that the dining room was filled with laughter, hysterical chats about what was happening, or even the days where their mother would soothe them to sleep, reassuring their safety.
hell they missed the days their mother would train them to defend themselves, they didn't miss the day that inazuma locked down, they would never miss that day, it was terrible, the demands their mother had made scared them. and at times, they wished that makoto hadn't left for the war of khaenri'ah, maybe, just maybe the old days would continue to pre-exist.
but here they were, sat in the lonesome dining room, legs folded beneath them, prematurely sitting against the pillow on their knees, they dug blatantly at the food, archons had no need to eat, or drink, but they did so anyways, their mother and aunt did so, so why shouldn't they?
the chopsticks scratched against the platter lightly, digging at the half empty plate of food that had grown cold, the corners of their lips tugged into a frown. " I'm heading to my room. " they announced, voice quiet and soft.
the pads of their finger tips graced the wooden table once the chopsticks had been sat down against the dish, standing from their original seated position, their socked feet dragged against the sleek floor, reaching the archway of the dining, they spared a subtle glance towards ei, their mother, who hadn't dared to say a word, staring blankly at the empty spot of the table where her dish would've been placed.
