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01-25-2015, 01:42 AM
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I'm weak when you miss me. when you roll me on your tongue She had left him. She had jumped off the side of the island to pursue a child that wasn't even hers and she had left him. When all the dust had settled this thought sprang to her mind and then to her wings in a panic. Ampere launched out of the throat like a bolt of lightning, racing to the island, racing to him. She'd neared in time to witness the events ahead of her, though they must have been too far because they didn't make any damn sense. Gaucho killed that colt. He killed him right in front of them all. Then, everything went to shit. Ampere was thrown back by the powerful blast of the explosion that was the destruction (or rather, the restructuring) of the island. She spun int he air until some trees caught her, and there she swayed like a helpless pigeon as the chunks of rock rained down into the various parts of Helovia. Never mind that she had just witnessed a murder at the hooves of her own Sultan, or that said sultan was potentially obliterated and along with it a good chunk of her heart - all of that paled in comparison to the realization that her son had been on that hunk of rock when it saw fit to tear itself up and go hurtling through the land. Ampere screamed; a frustrated admittance of confusion and fear and a general WHAT THE FUCK. In one jarring motion she heaved herself from the tree, flying towards the nearest chunk of island with some shred of desperation, because even as she went she knew he wasn't going to be there, and if he was probably not whole. "Sun god damnit all!" she cursed under her breath. As if he'd been listening a beacon of light pulled Ampere's attention towards the new location of the gathering. She'd already been headed there, but arrived after all had been said, though she could garner enough of it. Gaucho was kneeling, facing his crimes. Looking back, part of her had thought it was him, but she din't want to believe that it was. All the clues had pointed to him though, or most of them, but it went against everything she knew of him. Something dark, she reminded herself, having seen the darkness which ebbed from him on the floating island, having seen the moon god walk away while the other three stood here. It had been lost in the confusion, but she called it now. What did it mean? It meant "he didn't do it." Little more than a whisper to herself, realization like a cold storm passing over her mind. It was relieving, but horrifying. If the Moon God had possessed him, how safe were they from any of the gods? How could they condemn the mortals for a weakness they provided? For the very thing that defined their mortality? Ampere shook her head, anger simmering just beneath her flesh, but something stronger than that too. Truth. It's inside of us all. The honesty of that was unavoidable now. What she had said to Mesec that stormy night, it was all here. It strengthened her desire to do what she had promised to the son of the moon, yet could she ever eradicate the internal darkness that rested in all of them? As the gods well knew there was balance, both in the heavens, and on the earth. Still, Ampere would try, even if it was an endless crusade; it could join all her other ones. Gaucho had enough protection, but she lingered, watching him, heart still in turmoil. Now, where was her son? Blue eyes cast about for him, slipping over her daughter as she departed with the same affirmation of justice rooting in her soul. |
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