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Posted by - to lycoris & hesper on March 22, 2009, 9:11 pm, in reply to "a pale princess of a palace cracked -"
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Nieve is both frightened for herself and for her newfound little sister, and for their mother, because Nieve can see that it is not the Air that corrupts Lycoris, but her Earth.
Both of these elements curl around Nieve, sending tingles dancing through her veins as her Fire burns, simmering low and close to her skin; it emits a faint heat, welcoming Hesper into her side with open arms; here, where Lycoris is trapped in whatever insanity holds her, Hesper's big sister will hold her. Nevermind that she's little more than a child herself, without the faintest clue how to deal with a filly of Hesper's age, but she knows how to forage for food, how to chase off predators (though she's no taller than fifteen hands, and is slender, she possesses rather large hooves and, beyond that, the ability to turn herself into a moving fireball and the power to turn the earth against those very predators).
This, she hopes, will be enough.
“I see…” she hums, though she doesn't quite understand, and resists the urge to howl her pain like the wolves that they are. “When did this begin? Do you know if we can fix her?” she asks, praying it was before she vanished and not after, because the martyr complex runs thick in her family's veins and she would berate herself until the end of time.
Time.
(time rends, and for a moment she's back before him, lying broken on the ground and she is weeping, sobbing, screaming at the sky because they are both so young, their love pure and why, why, oh God, why?)
Time is not their friend in this moment, because Nieve can sense the Darkness and knows it's coming and with the acceptance into Lycoris's little family of rainbows (she, then, must be the rain cloud that produces them) comes a new burden, one she never expected to carry with her before her mate.
She is afraid for them.
“Hesper,” murmurs Nieve, “I'm scared. There's something bad coming - I don't know what it is, but it's coming. I'll protect you, both of you. The Seed and I, we'll protect you.” She sighs, gently leaning into Lycoris's cheek as the mare babbles on; she occasionally mutters responses that she knows Lycoris doesn't hear, and her vines curl affectionately around her feet, up her shoulder, and weave themselves into her mane as her Air spirals around them all.
“I promise,” she vows, and wonders if she can keep it.
and barely conscious, you'll say to no one,
"isn't something missing?"
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