Would You?
A take on Ianite's post-disintegration in Mianite S2. Based around the song "Would You Fall in Love With Me Again" from Epic: the Musical.
Violet eyes opened with a gasp, as Ianite found herself within an unfamiliar temple. Last she remembered, her quintessence had blossomed and bloomed beyond her physical form. The young Captain had visited her in the last moments before the quintessence expanded throughout the multiverse. She had seen her world as a series of cubes, a game and story written by friends across the globe. She had seen the stories that were created within the minds of viewers of this game. Costumes made of these characters presented around the world at gatherings of like-minded people.
She saw infinite worlds in a moment.
And then a simple temple nestled in the far reaches of the End. At least, that is how it seemed to the goddess. Her breath the only sound in the silence for a long moment. “My Lady?” A breath hitched in her throat at the voice. Ianite turned around, her hair lifting slightly in the void-touched air. The figure silhouetted in the entryway was armored, a cape draping his shoulder, and his helmet under his arm. “S-Spark? Is that you?”
Ianite held her breath for a long moment, feeling a sense of deja vu wash over her. She had known this moment before. But also never had she known this moment.
Spark stood motionless, a breath of silence between the two. Ianite took a hesitant step toward the man, reminded of the last time she had this moment. The young Captain kneeling before her in reverence, not love or affection.
She had prayed for this reunion from the moment he went missing. She expected to never see him again since the quintessence had forced her body to expand beyond the physical.
“That,” Spark murmured, “Is a difficult question to answer, my Lady.” He knelt before her, a twang of pain running through her heart at the reminder of her previous experience with the Other Spark. He continued his speech to her with an indecipherable emotion behind it.
“I am Spark- or at least… One of them. I have found myself travelling between different dimensions, finding different version of you, of me, of… the atrocities I’ve seen across the worlds…” He falters, looking away from the goddess, “The ones I…”
Ianite stepped forward, extending a calming hand toward the man. While he didn’t flinch away from it, he visibly tensed, to which she drew back her hand. “What did you see, Spark?”
His eyes flicked up to hers, “The purge is prevalent across dimensions. Some more in the spirit of fun, but many… Many were simply brutal.” He swallowed, and his tone darkened. “I dominated all of them.”
Ianite’s face was a mask of neutrality. Of pure balance. “I would expect only the best from my champion.” Her heart ached- she was unable to comfort the man in front of her, and his eyes… Every time she saw them, she could see the haunting view of anguish and pain. A sad smirk graced his lips, “As each version of you has said. I was a loyal follower across the realms, My Lady.”
Follower.
Not lover, not husband. Follower.
Ianite’s emotions betrayed her as they flashed across her face- the loss of her love, the despair of knowing this wasn’t her Spark. Again. Before the man could speak, Ianite let the walls return around her shattered heart, and she held up a hand. As she did, it brushed against a cold piece of metal at her side. Her eyes flitted over to the rapier that had appeared next to her hand. A gift from the young Captain at her grave.
A test formed in her mind. One of simplicity that would answer all of the painful questions still lingering in the air. She presented the sword to the Spark before her, saying nothing. He took it gently from her hands, studying the sword with wonder as she studied the knight. His eyes flew over the blade, the handle, the pommel, and finally the basket hilt. His fingers traced the filigree until landing on a hidden engraving of a small set of scales. His thumb brushed the etching with comfort.
“There you are, my…” He paused, eyes lifting to study her face. His gaze softened as his eyes met hers. “Ianite?”
With that simple utterance of her name, the goddess’ eyes blurred. The tears began to fall as Spark slowly stood. “Would you…” Spark took a step forward toward Ianite, extending one hand toward hers, the other sheathing the blade with familiarity at his side. “Would you consider, perhaps… falling in love with me?” He faltered, the pain of hundreds of rejections flashing across his face.
Ianite stood, her cheeks wet, her mouth fallen slightly open with shock. “I… Understand if not.” He muttered as he slowly closed his hand. Ianite’s hands shot out and grasped his in hers. She felt the calluses, the strength, and the scars across the tops of his hands and his fingertips. Her fingers traced the familiar lines across his palms as she looked into his eyes.
“Is that truly you, my love?”
With those words, Spark and Ianite fell into a sobbing embrace. The moment seemed both far too short, and yet, eternal. Ianite was the first to pull back, taking Spark’s face in her hands.
“I have fallen in love with you in every dimension- every timeline. Every iteration of you and every iteration of me- we find love.”
Spark brought up his hand, and cupped Ianite’s face. He stared at his goddess, his love… His wife. “How long has it been?”
“Ten long years.”
Spark and Ianite looked at each other, their gaze held for an infinite moment. They spoke as one, their foreheads pressing together, never able to be close enough. “I love you.”












