A chapter of a fic i was co writing with @falinaround. İ wanted to post cause its one of my proudest works lowkey. Content details will be at the bottom :P Also in this fic and almost all my fics tarte and marg are legally adopted family. Shippers dni.
Royal margarine look around the room frantically, the urgency in his chest was daring to explode
He kept calling his companions name, searching the room. He refused to believe they did such a thing, refused to check the painfully obvious path laying in front of him, daring to hope.
Oh but he cant avoid it forever.
“Oh no..No no..” he breathed out in worry, stumbling to the open window and taking a hesitant look, his mind still cant comprehend that they even thought about running away let alone putting it into action. But the blurry footprints, fallen and wilted rose petals, hint of white fur and broken branches that stretched deeper into the woods was screaming what has happened and where they have gone.
“…why would you…” he whispered, voice hollow, as if the answer might still come if he stood there long enough.
His chest tightened, something sharp and panicked clawing its way up his throat.
No, he couldn’t stand here.
He couldn’t pretend he didn’t understand what he was looking at. He was the lord for goddess’ sake!
And they hadn’t just left,
The realization hit all at once, and Royal Margarine staggered back from the window as if burned.
“…guards,” he breathed, then louder, sharper, command snapping into place over the panic.
The doors burst open almost immediately, armored figures rushing in, stopping short at the sight of the chamber in disarray and their lord standing too close to the open window.
“Track them,” he cut in, voice shaking but firm, pointing toward the forest without looking away. “Marshall Rose Trellis. They couldn’t have gone far. Follow the trail, the petals, anything. I want them found now.”
A pause, perhaps hesitation?
They all understood what it meant when someone fled from here.
“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS HESITATING FROM?! GO! MOVE!”
“FIND THEM!!” He yelled out, already moving behind the guards.
“… and bring them back safely..” he slowed down and added, quieter. but somehow more dangerous. “Do you understand me?”
They got faster immediately, no more questions asked, disappearing as quickly as they came.
But only then a horrible realization dawned upon him.
How is he supposed to explain this to his mother? Not that she doesn’t know it, he could not dare to doubt the knowledge of the goddess. But how is he supposed to explain that he let such a thing happen?
What worse is, why there was no movement from her chambers? Should he even go check?
Of course he should. What choice does he have? İts literally his job.
But he was doing this so much more from worry than duty.
No matter the distance, duty and titles, that was still his mother. And he can’t let himself leave her alone.
He didn’t wait this time, just pushed trough the divines chamber doors and stepped inside.
“…mother,” Royal Margarine called, already moving, the word catching somewhere between fear and urgency. “Mother??”
There was always an answer.
Even silence from her had a presence. A weight, a knowing. This was empty.
His steps quickened, then broke into something uneven, almost a run as he pushed deeper into the chamber, past the towering pillars and drifting veils that felt too still, too lifeless.
Because she wasn’t where she should have been.
Not towering. Not distant. Not untouchable.
Curled into herself near the base of one of the pillars, as if the space had swallowed her whole and left only something fragile behind.
Royal Margarine’s breath hitched.
He stepped closer, slower now, like approaching something that might vanish if he moved too fast.
Her hands, shaking, clenched tight against her chest like she was holding herself together by force alone.
He had never seen her like this.
Small? Yes, back when she used to smile more and spend time with him and Rose Trellis. When she didn’t spend her days locked up in here staring into the far beyond nobody can ever see. When she didn’t played the “untouchable divine goddess everyone should admire” role.
When this paradise felt more of freedom and happiness as it intended.
But her, crying? And such in a raw, ugly way nobody can imagine that a god even cry this way?
“…mother,” he tried again, softer, kneeling as he got close, his voice losing its sharpness, its authority, everything but worry. “What.. what happened?”
Just a broken inhale, caught halfway like even breathing was too much.
His chest tightened painfully.
“They’ll find Trellis,” he said quickly, like he could fix it if he spoke fast enough. “I sent the guards, they’re already tracking them, they couldn’t have gone far-”
And it cut him off immediately.
Royal Margarine swallowed.
Her voice came out in pieces.
“They left,” she repeated, quieter somehow, her fingers digging into the fabric beneath them. “And I-“
She could bring herself to finish her sentence.
Royal Margarine felt something twist in his chest, sharp and unfamiliar.
“…they’ll come back,” he said, softer now, less certain but more desperate. “They always- Trellis wouldn’t just-”
The interruption was immediate.
Tarte’s head lowered further, her entire form folding in on itself like she was trying to disappear from her own words.
“I made sure they would.”
“…what do you mean?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
Her shoulders shook harder now, the silence filling with everything she refused to say.
Royal Margarine hesitated.
Then, carefully, slowly, he reached out.
Not as a lord, not as the diciplined, professional marshal of the paradise.
“…mother,” he murmured, placing a hand gently against her back.
And that was worse than any other reason.
His hand stilled, but he didn’t pull back.
“I’m here,” he said, quieter now. “You don’t have to-”
The words came out sharper than anything she’d said so far.
Her breath hitched again, uneven, breaking apart under pressure.
“If I don’t… then everything I’ve done, everything I’m doing, means nothing.”
Royal Margarine’s heart dropped.
Because that didn’t sound like someone pushing someone away.
That sounded like someone…
Someone trapped, and very, very tired of it.
“…mother,” he said carefully, fear creeping into his voice now, “What aren’t you telling me?”
She just sat there, trembling, drowning in something far bigger than grief.
Royal margarine froze. The goddess? Apologizing??
this wasn’t just about Rose Trellis leaving.
This was deeper, and probably nobody can ever comprehend.
Tarte froze for a moment, before she can even comprehend what Royal margarine said, she felt her sons strong arms around herself, pulling her into a soft, gentle embrace.
Just like how she used to when the nights were too brutal for him. Back when even the thought of this weird, nauseating life in this paradise, and the horrible weight of being a god and living with it was a thought, and they were just a small, weird chosen family that somehow managed to pull off and live, happier than they can ever will.
For that second, she cant help but wonder.
Will she ever gonna live such moments ever again?
Is this nightmare ever gonna end?
..Are they ever going to return back to normal?
Half beta we come back like how ivo comes back after dying every movie :P
For context this is a god Au i made and then started writing about and stuff w peakest person @falinaround! İts an au where smc fucks timelines so bad it completely rewrites how lotrd is and makes tarte a goddess, w her having a whole paradise under her control. She can remember the past times, like when she was a hunter, her past and everything. But she also has memories of paradises early days, how marg and trellis became what they are now, basically memories that never happened. Or hapened. İts a really complex matter and i know not everyone can comprehend this, but i can and i absolutely love these kind of things so i wanted to make such an au! Also no trellis or marg or ANYONE ELSE in the paradise does not remember their past, to them they always has been in the paraside, the paraside always existed and tarte was always a god and such.
Theres more interesting parts and fics to this au including my own oc but im not really proud of those parts. I might MIGHT. Post them if this au gets really liked and requested but for now this is the only piece of this au you guys are getting.
Lolol i yapped too much. You guys can ask me whatever u want and wondering anytime you want!
Anyways *turns into dust*
