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Persephone's ideal world session 1
In the flicker of a candle-flame, in the stir of still water, in the fluttering of flower petals, there is a voice.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who was the living embodiment of everything right in the world.
While she lived, no real harm could come to anyone. Oh, wounds, disease, even death, sure. But she stood between the world and anything worse.
"Except," she said, "I'm going to die." And no one listened.
"I'm going to die tomorrow," she said. And no one heard.
Into the silence, she said: "There's always an ending, after all."
Once, there was a maiden...
...who was the living embodiment of everything right in the world.
While she lived, no real harm could come to anyone. Oh, wounds, disease, even death, sure. But she stood between the world and anything worse.
"Except," she said, "I'm going to die." And no one listened.
"I'm going to die tomorrow," she said. And no one heard.
Into the silence, she said: "There's always an ending, after all."
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So. Can you promise me that?
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[huh, a bunch of petals just like, fell off the wisteria, though there's still plenty of petals left. don't worry about it, it's probably nothing
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And I promise right back: to be there... for as long as I shall live.
[ One of the falling petals settles on his hair, and she looks up. ]
...Mmn, I wonder—if they keep falling, do you think we could see the sky from here? We should watch the sunrise together, sometime.
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But there's still further to go...
[Persephone is always light, small and slight. but even as light as the real child Kaede had been, this one is much too light. like, much too light to be made of flesh and bone. almost like...flower petals, in the shape of a child.
and as soon as you have that realization, he dissolves in your arms, into black sakura petals.
somewhere beyond you, you can hear the sound of the river.]
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It's far too sudden and far too like the way the dream had broken in her own heart; without quite realizing it, she lets out a choked cry. ]
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[ And then there is nothing left except to head to the river.
Perhaps the god could hear their prayer even in the dream. ]
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to the left, is a small house: to the right, the shrine.]
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Can she feel the God's presence? Or are these waters likewise accursed?
(If nothing arresting happens, though, she will continue towards the house.) ]
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the good news: she can feel the God's presence, over most of the river.
the bad news: it's pretty accursed down in the very deeps, far deeper than this river actually was in reality.]
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Well, she's already soaking wet. (...A belated apology for that, flower petal!son.)
She wades into the water.
—Not going for a swim this time, but she walks until it rises at least to her hips, trying for something like the border between divinity and Oblivion.
And then she sings the prayer again. ]
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Don't think this is over, all of you calling for him.
He is his own, and if you wish to have him, you'll have to face me first.
[ "Amaranth you can't solo the entire host of Neverborn." Well not with THAT attitude!
...But for now, she decides to consider her point well-enough made, and she turns back to head towards the house. ]
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