stola: *narrating over a shot of the galaxy* In the great expanse of the nether there exists boundless amounts of magnificent phenomenon the great brilliance of an exploding star, the nimble dance of space dust through a nebula but once every one thousand years our corner of reality is treated to an incredible sight from the deep eldritch recesses of the cosmos the tears of a forgotten colossus begin to fall.
[back to reality]
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stola: Tears made of the hopes and dreams of every living thing that never came to be. Condensed and sent shooting across the night sky in a dazzling final display. What appears to mortal beings as a meteor shower we can see for what it is: Azathoth's Tears.
Octavia (Young): *Giggles* mummy, can we go see it someday?
stola: Yes, dear. I promise, when the day comes nothing will be able to keep me from being there with you. Good night my Owlette.
Octavia (Young): *Yawns* Good night! *she turns and wiggles and giggles in her bed*
[Scene shifts to present Octavia, still looking happy; she's circling a drawing on a calendar of her face, stola face, and a meteor shower. The starfall is "today". She hops down a hallway putting on her boot.]
Octavia: Hey, mum! *She looks in her kitchen and around the manor, but he isn't there* mum? Mum?
[She sees an open foyer door, we hear stola' voice coming through it.]
stola: Yes, I know! [The scene jumps to stola out front on the phone with Stella, squeezing a servant in her other hand. Imps are loading items into a van.] It will be there shortly. Of course they're being careful!
Octavia: mum, what's going on?
stola: Apparently your mother can't exist somewhere for two minutes without the entirety of her possessions-- [Stella is yelling something incomprehensibly in response through the phone as he speaks] What? No! I'm not turning her against you-- YES, Stella!
Stella: (through the phone) --never have to see your fucking face again!
Octavia: mum?
Stella: (through the phone) Everyone [She continues to yell incomprehensibly]
Octavia: This is going to be done before tonight, right?
stola: What? Oh. I hardly think so, knowing your mother this will take all weekend. [To the imps loading the car] Don't be gentle about it now! Break whatever you have to to get it all in there.
Stella: (through the phone) What!? What did you just tell them to do?!
Octavia: But tonight was supposed to-
stola: Darling, can we not talk about this now? Your mother's being a real B-I-T-C-H.
A/N: yes that's right you call her a bitch she doesn't even deserve love not even for a second
