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Jun. 6th, 2009 02:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_moonUp on the parapet, Moon sat on the wall that soldiers might have once stood behind had soldiers ever walked the battlements of the tarot's castle. A light breeze kicks up the salty air as, below her, the ocean crashes into the ancient stones as it has for centuries. The sky is dappled, lavender and pink with a hint of the ocean's jade in the clouds as the sun sinks fully below the horizon and the two moons rise.
Almost full.
Tomorrow night, they would rise full and heavy and foreboding.
And her mind was hers, clear and precise and unfettered by the madness that usually held her in its sway so close to the full moon.
She can't feel her wolf, though she knows if he called, she'd hear. Her call would come as it did every month, and the shifters would shift, but she would not be there to see it.
Moon was here.
Moon was home.
Filled with so much, she sometimes doesn't know if she wants to laugh madly, scream until her throat bleeds, or cry until exhaustion takes her physical form. It was a strange cycle, and right now, her eyes glitter with unshed tears as she gazes out on the world she helped to create.
The paths were dark, hidden, and they were all afloat.
Missing one of their number.
Almost full.
Tomorrow night, they would rise full and heavy and foreboding.
And her mind was hers, clear and precise and unfettered by the madness that usually held her in its sway so close to the full moon.
She can't feel her wolf, though she knows if he called, she'd hear. Her call would come as it did every month, and the shifters would shift, but she would not be there to see it.
Moon was here.
Moon was home.
Filled with so much, she sometimes doesn't know if she wants to laugh madly, scream until her throat bleeds, or cry until exhaustion takes her physical form. It was a strange cycle, and right now, her eyes glitter with unshed tears as she gazes out on the world she helped to create.
The paths were dark, hidden, and they were all afloat.
Missing one of their number.
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Date: 2009-06-08 11:36 am (UTC)Star's feet touch the parapet wall, hand in hand with her, and Moon stares in wonderment at their little sister.
"The point of choice," she whispers, fingers coming to brush down Star's pale cheek. "It comes, like the waiting storm. I can feel it even if I cannot see it. A star falls, sweet sister."
The importance of Star's sacrifice, the importance of this moment, is not lost on Moon. Just as Star would give all she was for Moon, Moon would give all she was for Star.
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Date: 2009-06-08 12:00 pm (UTC)"She would see The Moon rise."
The edge of her voice trembles with an awareness of foundation that is so foreign and presently absolute. It's not the first time, but that doesn't make it any better. Any less terrifying and heart wrenching.
And still not any less right for being utterly wrong.
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Date: 2009-06-08 12:11 pm (UTC)While The Star's tears can be counted, The Moon's cannot. She has shed tears for love and loss, for missing pieces and broken mirrors. A girl locked in a cage because she heard voices--
(Michèle)
--and a wolf running from himself, from his hurt and his longing and his loss of control--
(Jason)
--The Moon has wept for herself, for her family, for her sweet Michèle, for her loyal wolf, and for everyone who walked a path, who saw nothing but the darkness she sees now.
Her embrace tightens.
"The Moon shall rise and bring The Star back into the heavens with her."
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Date: 2009-06-08 12:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-08 12:38 pm (UTC)"Rise and shine over all below us," she agrees.