[ for thousands upon thousands of years had she waited at the edges of the universe, the ends of reality. thousands upon thousands of years and songs and voices crowding her ears, their thoughts. so much pain, misery, suffering, despair. they had taken it into themselves and it had become theirs.
their song.
until the familiar from elpis, the so-called warrior of light, had come along and shown her that things could be different. that there was hope. after so long, it was a strange sensation. hope. perhaps she should have waited a little longer or tried harder for etheirys, but by that point there was nothing but despair, no hope to bring back to hermes, only an empty void.
and she had taken it unto herself.
now, she sees etheirys with new eyes and a new song. hermes is gone and she yearns for the time lost, for the person he once was, and mourns the one he became, the fractured soul full of despair and hatred. in his memory, with hope for a better world, she takes to the winds again, a tiny little blue bird flying through the aether, following the currents, riding the highs.
soaring on hope.
at least until she spies a familiar, yet long-lost to time and memory, head of white hair far below her. someone she had also wronged, who had helped to defeat her, who had suffered alone for these thousands of years. meteion pauses, her wingflaps slowing as she considers her many possible courses of action, before she finally settles on one. allowing her body to drift on the wind, she lights on a nearby bench, her head tilted upwards towards the woman almost in a question.
now to see if venat remembers her or cares to even acknowledge her. meteion... wouldn't blame her if she didn't. ]
now sing with me once more
their song.
until the familiar from elpis, the so-called warrior of light, had come along and shown her that things could be different. that there was hope. after so long, it was a strange sensation. hope. perhaps she should have waited a little longer or tried harder for etheirys, but by that point there was nothing but despair, no hope to bring back to hermes, only an empty void.
and she had taken it unto herself.
now, she sees etheirys with new eyes and a new song. hermes is gone and she yearns for the time lost, for the person he once was, and mourns the one he became, the fractured soul full of despair and hatred. in his memory, with hope for a better world, she takes to the winds again, a tiny little blue bird flying through the aether, following the currents, riding the highs.
soaring on hope.
at least until she spies a familiar, yet long-lost to time and memory, head of white hair far below her. someone she had also wronged, who had helped to defeat her, who had suffered alone for these thousands of years. meteion pauses, her wingflaps slowing as she considers her many possible courses of action, before she finally settles on one. allowing her body to drift on the wind, she lights on a nearby bench, her head tilted upwards towards the woman almost in a question.
now to see if venat remembers her or cares to even acknowledge her. meteion... wouldn't blame her if she didn't. ]
[ ooc: lmk if anything needs to change ♥ ]