[AW] IMPORTANT - [MEETING] ~ When ages fall.

[Marisol]

you looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do -

It was easy, until then, to pretend that nothing had changed.

But for the flooding and the sinkholes and the always-darkening sky (and, in all honesty, this was the physical kind of pain that could be easily overlooked) Terrastella remained as it had been since Mari’s childhood. Still she could traverse the streets without even looking at the signs, and still the citadel was its own kind of god, a black dog against a silver sky. For the most part Mari still knew who she was and where she belonged and what kind of god she was made to worship.

Again: until now.

Now she stands against the raging sea and watches the Queen she has known all her life step down with all the grace of a flightless bird. Now she watches and wonders and her heart aches, in sympathetic hatred, at the blankness she sees in Florentine’s eyes. This is not the Sovereign she has served, not the girl she has offered her own blood and bone and brains. No, this is someone else entirely - shredded to pieces, silvered with scarred, nothing but an empty, echoing sort of mockery of the fierce girl who used to rule Terrastella.

Marisol is not surprised when Asterion steps forward. Neither is she impressed, or at least no one would think so from watching her. She listens to his speech wearing an oak-dark mask of impassivity, and when he finishes speaking, his voice its own kind of song against the dark clouds overhead, she offers him only the slightest of smiles and a dip of her head, close-cropped hair bristling against the new curve of her neck.

When she speaks it is so quiet Asterion might not even hear it, over the ceaseless beating of the waves and the whine of the salty air. By Her hand,  rule bold but faithful. May tomorrow be ours.

She lifts her head again, against the misty air.

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