Shiny Phantump
Through Dream, I Travel
Celeste found himself in the shrine back home. Was this it? Had he died? No, if so, he wouldn't remember that he'd ever left. This place wasn't really what it appeared to be.
Soul was here, too. She had her back turned, staring into the brazier holding the sacred flame. Or, this place's imitation of the flame, as it may be. Her voice shook as she spoke.
"I remember."
The flames grew taller, as if fueled by Soul's words.
"Back before, soon after you arrived, you killed a shade."
"I'm sorry..."
She ignored him and proceeded. "You thought it was pointless, trying to keep us alive... I would forgive that. You didn't know we were any more than parasites. But you just couldn't admit you were wrong. Once you got my egg, you treated me like an object, because it was better than admitting I was alive. I spent the beginning of my life trying not to exist so that I wouldn't break that delusion."
"Soul, liste-"
Soul's snapped around to look at him. Her eyes were burning red with indignation. "Silence! I don't have to listen to you. You've given me nothing, and so you've earned nothing in return. I've spent my entire life fighting tooth and claw to fix the way you screwed me up."
As Soul's voice grew louder, the flames in the brazier swelled to such enormous size that the tapestries set on the wall behind it began to burn.
"I... I hate you! All I needed was a family that wanted me, but I ended up with you instead."
The shrine was swelteringly hot as it caught fire and burned around him.
Soul didn't know where she was, or how she ended up here. Perhaps it was a place of importance to Celeste, but that was no reason for her to care about it. It wasn't as if like she had any shared memories of it. It was cathartic to watch it burn. She was furious in a way she'd never been able to feel before. The storm had granted her resolve to confront the past.
"All I needed was a family that wanted me, but I ended up with you instead."
A smirk broke out on her face. She laughed. "Don't worry about me, though. I'll be fine. I found a way to go on without you. I found my own family, my siblings... and soon I'll have a mother, too."
I am my mother's daughter.
Soul raised her legs off the ground, holding still in the air. Her hind legs began to disappear as her forelegs shifted into claws. Wingbones emerged from behind her shoulders. Her tails fused into a single bladed end.
Yes. This is how things were supposed to be.
Soul flicked her tail out and sliced the strap off Celeste's bag, catching it in her claw. It was still the same bag. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. It hurt to look at, hurt to think about.
"So many memories..."
Soul hurled the bag into the brazier. The flames leapt in response to the fuel, dancing through several unnatural different colours as invaluable magic-imbued items were reduced to ash.
She expected to see Celeste's eyes begin to glow with radiance, like they did before every fight. Yet nothing happened. She stared into his eyes, seeing the sadness, the regret, and the fear.
It's too late to start having regrets.
Still, though, there was no radiance in his eyes. Did he think he could fool her into think he trusted her if he just kept his combat vision off? As if he fact he was afraid wasn't written across his face. She wouldn't allow herself to be fooled by fake trust.
"Please, Soul, jus-"
Soul slashed at his throat with her tail. He sputtered staggered back, eyes widening. She felt him switch to trying to speak over the mental link. This time it was her turn to block it out.
"I don't care! I'm done dealing with you!"
Just yesterday, Soul had been finding it harder to call upon the spiteful energy for her hexes. Today, storm whirling around them, emotion burning in her core, she had no such difficulty. She called on that strength for one last hex...
There was nothing left for her here. Soul flew through a spot where the ceiling had burned away and left.
Celeste tried to call out to Soul as she fled, but his lungs fought to breathe.
He watched Soul disappear. Maybe he deserved this...
He did deserve it, didn't he? He hoped Soul would be able to move on.
He tried to reach out again, even though he doubted she was listening.
Soul. I'm proud of how much you've grown... But, please, don't let this consume you. You had found a way to be happy. I don't want this version of you to replace that. Please... Move on. Forget me.
He saw Soul turn back to look at him before consciousness failed him.
...
Soul felt Celeste reach out again. Having burned out her anger, her curiosity got the better of her.
Soul. I'm proud of how much you've grown.
As if he had any right to-
But please, don't let this consume you. You had found a way to be happy.
She was happy! This was her why to get closure. Then why wasn't she satisfied?
I don't want this version of you to replace that.
This version of her? She hadn't become someone else! The storm had just-
Please... Move on. Forget me.
Soul turned around and looked back. The fear was gone from his eyes. Why? There was nothing he could do to stop the curse from consuming him. Didn't that mean his fear was about to come true? But no, now there was just sadness, a pleading look in his eyes. Pleading for what? For her to... move on? To forget him? Why would he want to be forgotten?
Oh. He'd just told her why, hadn't he.
She had found a way to be happy. He didn't want this to replace that. She just didn't understand why he cared. The two of them had barely had any connection at all. Why did he care? Why did he want her to be happy? Why wasn't he more concerned about the fact he could die in that burning shrine? She was going to be a murderer, why was he still worried about her?
In the end, he did care. You just didn't notice.
She might never know now. A burning beam could fall on his unconscious body any moment now, and she would never see him again, and she would never understand why he seemed to care all of a sudden. Because she would have killed him. Are you happy now? Do you have your 'closure?'
There was one thing left she could do. She swooped back down and took him into her claws. Felt his real, living heartbeat against her false shade projection. Why were things like this? Why was she like this?
Why did she have so many questions all of a sudden? She was supposed to be done with questions.
Soul felt... something. Nausea? Heartache? The ever-elusive "pain?"
She felt like her heart was going to break. But she didn't have one. The closest she had was her core, and it was almost indestru-
Soul felt something crack inside her.
She examined herself, and saw her core had cracked. Was Eien's storm going to hatch her? This could've been a happy moment. You ruined it.
She recalled her projection into the shell. If it would make any difference, she wasn't sure, but if she was going to hatch she wanted to do it properly. Was... Was this really happening? If not for the circumstances, she would be thrilled...
When she returned, there was no eggshell. Nor anything left of her core. Her senses were stronger, her appearance more solid... but... she was still...
It didn't matter. What right did she have to complain right now. She lifted Celeste up off the ground and carried him out of the shrine. The storm... Was it getting clearer somehow? Perhaps her mother was saved. Or dead.
"I'm sorry..." she whispered to her unconscious host... former host? She wasn't sure anymore. But now that he was safe, she had one more thing to do.
Soul flew off towards the place she felt the eye of the storm would be.
Soul was here, too. She had her back turned, staring into the brazier holding the sacred flame. Or, this place's imitation of the flame, as it may be. Her voice shook as she spoke.
"I remember."
The flames grew taller, as if fueled by Soul's words.
"Back before, soon after you arrived, you killed a shade."
"I'm sorry..."
She ignored him and proceeded. "You thought it was pointless, trying to keep us alive... I would forgive that. You didn't know we were any more than parasites. But you just couldn't admit you were wrong. Once you got my egg, you treated me like an object, because it was better than admitting I was alive. I spent the beginning of my life trying not to exist so that I wouldn't break that delusion."
"Soul, liste-"
Soul's snapped around to look at him. Her eyes were burning red with indignation. "Silence! I don't have to listen to you. You've given me nothing, and so you've earned nothing in return. I've spent my entire life fighting tooth and claw to fix the way you screwed me up."
As Soul's voice grew louder, the flames in the brazier swelled to such enormous size that the tapestries set on the wall behind it began to burn.
"I... I hate you! All I needed was a family that wanted me, but I ended up with you instead."
The shrine was swelteringly hot as it caught fire and burned around him.
Soul didn't know where she was, or how she ended up here. Perhaps it was a place of importance to Celeste, but that was no reason for her to care about it. It wasn't as if like she had any shared memories of it. It was cathartic to watch it burn. She was furious in a way she'd never been able to feel before. The storm had granted her resolve to confront the past.
"All I needed was a family that wanted me, but I ended up with you instead."
A smirk broke out on her face. She laughed. "Don't worry about me, though. I'll be fine. I found a way to go on without you. I found my own family, my siblings... and soon I'll have a mother, too."
I am my mother's daughter.
Soul raised her legs off the ground, holding still in the air. Her hind legs began to disappear as her forelegs shifted into claws. Wingbones emerged from behind her shoulders. Her tails fused into a single bladed end.
Yes. This is how things were supposed to be.
Soul flicked her tail out and sliced the strap off Celeste's bag, catching it in her claw. It was still the same bag. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. It hurt to look at, hurt to think about.
"So many memories..."
Soul hurled the bag into the brazier. The flames leapt in response to the fuel, dancing through several unnatural different colours as invaluable magic-imbued items were reduced to ash.
She expected to see Celeste's eyes begin to glow with radiance, like they did before every fight. Yet nothing happened. She stared into his eyes, seeing the sadness, the regret, and the fear.
It's too late to start having regrets.
Still, though, there was no radiance in his eyes. Did he think he could fool her into think he trusted her if he just kept his combat vision off? As if he fact he was afraid wasn't written across his face. She wouldn't allow herself to be fooled by fake trust.
"Please, Soul, jus-"
Soul slashed at his throat with her tail. He sputtered staggered back, eyes widening. She felt him switch to trying to speak over the mental link. This time it was her turn to block it out.
"I don't care! I'm done dealing with you!"
Just yesterday, Soul had been finding it harder to call upon the spiteful energy for her hexes. Today, storm whirling around them, emotion burning in her core, she had no such difficulty. She called on that strength for one last hex...
Soul used Ruin on Celeste! He was inflicted with Curse!
There was nothing left for her here. Soul flew through a spot where the ceiling had burned away and left.
Celeste tried to call out to Soul as she fled, but his lungs fought to breathe.
Celeste took 253 damage from the curse...
He watched Soul disappear. Maybe he deserved this...
Celeste took 253 damage from the curse...
He did deserve it, didn't he? He hoped Soul would be able to move on.
Celeste took 253 damage from the curse...
He tried to reach out again, even though he doubted she was listening.
Soul. I'm proud of how much you've grown... But, please, don't let this consume you. You had found a way to be happy. I don't want this version of you to replace that. Please... Move on. Forget me.
Celeste took 253 damage from the curse. Celeste fainted.
He saw Soul turn back to look at him before consciousness failed him.
...
Soul felt Celeste reach out again. Having burned out her anger, her curiosity got the better of her.
Soul. I'm proud of how much you've grown.
As if he had any right to-
But please, don't let this consume you. You had found a way to be happy.
She was happy! This was her why to get closure. Then why wasn't she satisfied?
I don't want this version of you to replace that.
This version of her? She hadn't become someone else! The storm had just-
Please... Move on. Forget me.
Soul turned around and looked back. The fear was gone from his eyes. Why? There was nothing he could do to stop the curse from consuming him. Didn't that mean his fear was about to come true? But no, now there was just sadness, a pleading look in his eyes. Pleading for what? For her to... move on? To forget him? Why would he want to be forgotten?
Oh. He'd just told her why, hadn't he.
She had found a way to be happy. He didn't want this to replace that. She just didn't understand why he cared. The two of them had barely had any connection at all. Why did he care? Why did he want her to be happy? Why wasn't he more concerned about the fact he could die in that burning shrine? She was going to be a murderer, why was he still worried about her?
In the end, he did care. You just didn't notice.
She might never know now. A burning beam could fall on his unconscious body any moment now, and she would never see him again, and she would never understand why he seemed to care all of a sudden. Because she would have killed him. Are you happy now? Do you have your 'closure?'
There was one thing left she could do. She swooped back down and took him into her claws. Felt his real, living heartbeat against her false shade projection. Why were things like this? Why was she like this?
Why did she have so many questions all of a sudden? She was supposed to be done with questions.
Soul felt... something. Nausea? Heartache? The ever-elusive "pain?"
She felt like her heart was going to break. But she didn't have one. The closest she had was her core, and it was almost indestru-
Soul felt something crack inside her.
She examined herself, and saw her core had cracked. Was Eien's storm going to hatch her? This could've been a happy moment. You ruined it.
She recalled her projection into the shell. If it would make any difference, she wasn't sure, but if she was going to hatch she wanted to do it properly. Was... Was this really happening? If not for the circumstances, she would be thrilled...
When she returned, there was no eggshell. Nor anything left of her core. Her senses were stronger, her appearance more solid... but... she was still...
It didn't matter. What right did she have to complain right now. She lifted Celeste up off the ground and carried him out of the shrine. The storm... Was it getting clearer somehow? Perhaps her mother was saved. Or dead.
"I'm sorry..." she whispered to her unconscious host... former host? She wasn't sure anymore. But now that he was safe, she had one more thing to do.
Soul flew off towards the place she felt the eye of the storm would be.
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