#shadowostara

Of course! This is set during the last episode,  so mild spoilers if you haven’t seen it yet.  Enjoy~   

Shadow wandered out of the room in a daze. And his first thought after being sent out of the room like a gossipy child wasn’t anger or confusion. It wasn’t even resignation. It was the thought of how much darker the world seemed now he wasn’t in Her presence. 

Easter…Ēostre…Ostara…she was…alive. It may have been the light that caught her hair that had made her glow, but he could see, could see from the moment he’d lain eyes on her, that there was energy there under her skin, something genuine and happy and warm. Like the spring Wednesday had been rambling on about, she was bursting with life. 

He couldn’t help the small smile touch his lips. Even after all he’d been through, something about her made him feel happy, in a way he hadn’t felt since…

Laura. He pushed that thought from his head. Thinking about Laura was a complicated, messy, unreal haze that would’ve made him doubt his sanity if he wasn’t already sure he’d lost that two states back. Instead he thought back on Ēostre.More importantly he thought about when she approached them both, how all he could manage was the lamest “Hey’Ostara,’ any teenage boy had ever muttered awkwardly to a girl so far out of his league. But she hadn’t judged. Hadn’t called him out on it. Surely it must happen all the time to someone so.. so….beautiful. It had felt natural to walk arm in arm with her across her own gardens, the place filled with blooming flowers and rabbits and Jesuses. Jesi? She had called him sweet. Laura had never… Laura was… Now that the box had been opened he couldn’t help but compare the two. Laura, as he’d last seen her, pale and dead, her lips cold and her mouth tasting of chemicals, reeking with the knowledge that that mouth had last been used as a holster for his best friend’s dick. He bet Easter would taste warm. Maybe even of chocolate? Even in life, Laura had never shone like Easter did. Her hair had been lanky, her smile strained, and even when they were fucking, even when she was pushing him to treat him roughly, when she’d slapped him that first night, or even on their gentle days, their wedding, there was always part of her eyes that had clouded, hidden their true thoughts from him, and from the world. Easter had none of that. Her eyes were as vibrant as her smile, and her hair glowed and gleamed in the sunlight that seemed as drawn to her as he was. Oh he had it bad. 

He did… have it bad. He stopped his aimless wandering, almost in shock. He had been tortured, almost killed several times, arrested, lynched… and here he was, a recently released convict who had just watched his new boss murder a person a few days before, wandering lovestruck around a mansion full of Jesuseses, Lovestruck.  

And the worst part was… he couldn’t remember the last time he’d really felt this way. Before Laura had ‘died’? Before he found out the woman he loved had been screwing his best friend? Or…earlier? Had he been clinging to Laura, as an ideal rather than a woman? He had loved her, he knew that. He had loved the way she called him Puppy, the way she smiled, the way she looked dressed in only his shirt, the way she had taken in a total stranger and gave him a life, a meaning, a purpose, friends, a job, a home. A reason to better himself. But now….now maybe… he felt like that part of him was gone. They couldn’t go back now, even if his wife was a, uh, zombie. 

And maybe it was just Ostara. Maybe it was because she was a Goddess, maybe it was the way she was the literal embodiment of the things he loved most in the world, the beauty of nature and life broadcast to the world in every twitch of her mouth, maybe that was why he was immediately enamoured. Maybe it was because it was Easter. Renewal, right? Rebirth? Being around Ostara… it had pushed him to realise something he really, really hadn’t wanted to admit. 

He didn’t love Laura anymore.