“ it seems like you know your way around here. “ alisaie says as the scions follow fleur through anamnesis anyder, “ do you-”
“ doesn’t matter,” fleur is quick to interrupt, “ what i remember is irrelevant- “ whatever words that might have spilled from her tongue shatter as she stares at the capsule in front of her. something nags at fleur’s mind, telling her that she knows what these capsules are for, that she could use them if she wished to and that she should use them. after all is amaurot not hers by right? this last bastion of hades’ creations might as well belong to her; he was her father-
no.
she stops that train of thought before it can begin. she is no longer who she once was, emet-selch was nothing more to her than a fiend that had to be vanquished and yet the ache in her chest remains. because fleur knows this place. knows the streets of amaurot like the back of her hand, she knows what hades’ favorite food was, remembers making it for him when he overworked himself and yet-
and yet she cannot linger on those thoughts. in the distance she can hear alisaie and the others voice their concern but she pays them no mind as she cast malefic on a sahagin that had attempted to take them b surprise.
(all fleur can think of is of a girl sitting on her fathers lap and watching him twist and warp magic into creation before her.
“ we used to be giants. “ the words come out of her mouth unbidden as they watch venat’s image fade. “ we will never be them again. “ )
