But those of us, those of us, us of lesser gods

[scatmaam]

Who: Sacthach/Lancer/Shadow/Why Does She Have So Many Pseudonyms and Zelda
When: The firworks of Samuin
Where: The roof of casa del queen
What: A long awaited discussion
Warnings: n/a

[ Cold was the autumn evening air, the sort that would lead one to shiver until presented with a lover or friend to snuggle against. No doubt that fit perfectly well in a city so braced along togetherness as it was, both metaphorically and otherwise. But it had always been like that back home, too, hadn't it? Gathered around the bonfire, the human and spiritual existing as one to enjoy the company of the other. The liminal times when the World's limitations seemed less strict, less like true binds...

Her own moments to once more touch her mother soil, to breathe in the true air. It was something she would never take for granted, having been disconnected from the World for so long as she had. Even when Ritsuka had first summoned her, it always felt like she'd only be there for a brief moment before fading once more back to the ether of the Land of Shadows, not even part of the Throne with her fellow Heroes... longing for a fitting end to her ever extended story. And even in this world...

No. In this world, things had been different. In this world, despite having only spent a comparatively short while, everything had been different. So much of what she knew of the World, of herself, had been shifted and changed and questioned. Even her sense of self, the lunar presence always present in her own mind, had been compromised, shifted, and made somehow less whole. The black city, her feral episodes, all of it...

It was too much. But the idea of surrendering more of her autonomy just to find some peace didn't sit well with her either. What had seemed so easy to accept with Ritsuka back in Chaldea seemed so much more difficult to even conceive of now. And yet there was no denying that as strong as she believed herself to be, she could no longer shoulder these burdens alone. And trust was in short supply.

So now, on this eve of Samhain again, she felt that despite how often she had faced it with melancholy before, she almost welcomed the possibility to once more disappear into the spiritual, to leave the mortal plain of this world, and find her true home once again within the Land of Shadows.

But... but Zelda... she had still stayed with her, against all wisdom, against instinct and her own assessment of herself, had remained with her. Shadow could have killed her. She had stayed. And she still wondered what she had done to truly deserve that. ]

I didn't take you for the fireworks watching sort.

[ Her scent was unmistakable at this point... she'd always know when she was around, climbing up to the rood to join her. ]