[All of Violet's memories are of fighting and death, a gun pointed at her is familiar and she doesn't waver. Better her than someone else.
But it isn't her.
She has seen more people, friends, die in her short life than she can give thought to. She sees it coming in the widening of Jade's eyes and she can feel herself go cold, feel the color draining from her skin, even as she moves forward, past Mark, muscle memory taking over.
She and Jade were the same, lost daughters of some elsewhere goddess, memories messy and painful in the parts missing. Then Rafael took that away by giving Jade her memories back and Violet felt like she had lost something, but now she knows she has, sees it slipping away from her as the blood blossoms against the white of Jade's dress. A lamb to the slaughter.
Her eyes close and her words aren't more than a whisper as she rushes forward, following Myri like she's tied to a string.] Dad. Find her. [Maybe she does pray after all.
When her eyes open a breath later she is aware, absently, that she is shaking and that there are tears and mascara dripping down her cheeks. They are done. Jade is dead. She drops gracelessly to her knees next to Myri and puts a shaking hand on top of the cleric's bloody ones.]
It's too late. She's gone.
[Violet can't do anything, she knows that -- her gift of life is useless. But her mother is the queen of the Underworld, even if it is not the same one as in this world. She can still give Jade something; safe passage, a blessing, comfort, a goodbye. She deserves that.]
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But it isn't her.
She has seen more people, friends, die in her short life than she can give thought to. She sees it coming in the widening of Jade's eyes and she can feel herself go cold, feel the color draining from her skin, even as she moves forward, past Mark, muscle memory taking over.
She and Jade were the same, lost daughters of some elsewhere goddess, memories messy and painful in the parts missing. Then Rafael took that away by giving Jade her memories back and Violet felt like she had lost something, but now she knows she has, sees it slipping away from her as the blood blossoms against the white of Jade's dress. A lamb to the slaughter.
Her eyes close and her words aren't more than a whisper as she rushes forward, following Myri like she's tied to a string.] Dad. Find her. [Maybe she does pray after all.
When her eyes open a breath later she is aware, absently, that she is shaking and that there are tears and mascara dripping down her cheeks. They are done. Jade is dead. She drops gracelessly to her knees next to Myri and puts a shaking hand on top of the cleric's bloody ones.]
It's too late. She's gone.
[Violet can't do anything, she knows that -- her gift of life is useless. But her mother is the queen of the Underworld, even if it is not the same one as in this world. She can still give Jade something; safe passage, a blessing, comfort, a goodbye. She deserves that.]