☘︎ | "Why do I, amid the winding paths, see you in the sunset and all beautiful things?"
⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝
The world of Oblivion, A Timeless Void is one that had persisted for 5 years and counting, venturing forth in its journey to reach where it has toda...
Her soft, tender hands softly ran through the girl's silky, caramel brown hair. It wasn't very long, extending just a little beneath her shoulders. Her hazel eyes, full of love, looked upon her sleeping face, nestled peacefully in her lap, lulled by the soft song.
Her chest rose and fell softly with every calm breath she drew, absorbed in dreamland. This situation somehow always made the woman think to herself whether this child - one who bore wisdom beyond her years - really deserved anything she'd been through.
Lies my dear child, sound asleep.
In that corner of the child's mind, the woman, who was her sole salvation, comforted her in a way she'd forgotten ever since her mother left. The maternal tenderness of her touch was something the girl dearly missed.
A warm breeze awaits...
Despite that, she was thankful. So, so thankful that even if it's a dream, she still had the chance to be comforted in this way.
She was grateful that she had a "home" to return to.
In our small home of dream.
The woman with honeyed hazel eyes leaned down to place a kiss in the nine year old girl's caramel brown hair. She spoke in a voice that was as smooth as silk.
"It's time to wake up... Al."
Chasing the faintly glimmering light...
The woman stood in that field of flowers, watching as the girl tried and failed to cast a spell. The crimson magic circle at her hand kept flickering with every attempt until it eventually dimmed completely.
The you who's astray...
"Alcestis."
Her voice was warm as she chuckled at the girl's failed attempts, her hand going to guide her through how to direct the flow of her Dya.
Follow the bird beyond the horizon...
She watched on as the years passed in that same field of flowers of memory as the girl learned how to properly control and channel her attribute. Nothing in the world brought her more satisfaction...
Towards the promised neverland...
Nothing tamed her sense of guilt more than the opportunity to be a support system for the girl who inherited her memories and her pain...
Fly away.
Nothing awakened the sense of duty in her more than the abandoned, scarred child whose sentience she pretty much resided in. The girl who slowly detached herself more and more, the girl in whose heart she could see the pit of hatred simmer.
Go forth, even if the night sky falls.
Time and time again, the child returned with renewed scars. For every step she took towards healing, she was forced two steps back in a way that threatened to throw her off the edge and into the valley of no return.
With those dazzling eyes full of light...
Her hands, tender as the sun's rays, cradled the side of the girl's face. Her own hand held the woman's tightly, eyes awash with her tears. In the depths of those hazel eyes, all she saw was pure love and adoration. "Master... will you abandon me, too...?"
Overcome this fabricated world full of lies...
Her voice, strained with mental anguish, spoke softly in reply. Even though she was long dead, to Aiyana, this child had become closer to her own than anything.
"Al... Stay strong."
And spread your wings toward the truth.
She could only watch on as the girl wandered farther and farther away, helpless to set her back on the right path. And as she felt the pit fester in the girl's heart, all she could do was pretend everything was fine. After all, Alcestis was an adult.
She knew the consequences of actions.
When your wavering hopes bear regrets...
She looked on from the depths of Oblivion as the girl's plans set into motion, the gears turning with every turn and action. She watched the lives that were lost to the girl's schemes, the ruination of that Bloodstained Queen, death of so many she held dear.
Drowned in tears, you can't move on...
Watching, not speaking, as the child's trapped soul now bowed before her after everything had been said and done. Watching the remains of that fragmented child that were still tethered to this world as she knelt down in earnest, begging for forgiveness.
My beloved child, remember my song.
The child, whom she had grown to view as her own. Aiyana knelt down next to the girl, engulfing her in a warm, forgiving embrace. Almsot as if to say that nothing was her fault. To convey that even through everything, even if the whole world were to turn its back on her, Aiyana would remain as her one ally and supporter.
In that dream...
Until they both...
Forever.
Witness the real sun.
⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝
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