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what if i lost sense of time;
Summary: Ein was lost in the final battle, though the girls were saved. Years later, he returns, without his memories--and with his wings.
Rose sat on the fence, sprawling under the hot summer sun. With a small yowl, she stretched her back and brushed her hair. She could sense Fia on the yard, pinning the white blankets on the clothesline. It was a windless day, and nothing stirred the sheets. Lina sat on the patio in the good weather, eating her frosted cake eagerly. And Cierra—at this, Rose shivered slightly—was in the kitchen, baking something or other. And Serene? At the Grove of Repose, likely, since it made her feel at peace. Ein was—
A year had passed, and Riviera still had a tomorrow. Ein had managed to save the world, but Rose could still remember his steps in the hazy Maze of Shadows. No, practical Fia was the one who put it best. His eyes focused up ahead, and he would fight against the Gods, even though he was only one.
It was difficult to adjust. Rose knew her own life was disturbed, and even in her days of tranquility, her bones ached for Ein. They had been more than just Familiar and Grim Angel—he had been her precious friend. She was still writing the history, like she had hoped and dreamed, but the ink rarely wet the page.
Her heart hurt too much.
She put her head on her paws and stared down on the road.
“Gateau,” Fia said, her hands resting on her apron, “Come inside. It’s almost time for dinner.” She tucked her long, grass green hair behind her ear and gazed down the road. “We found Ein on a day like this.”
It was not surprising that Fia wished to talk about Ein. She tried to bring him up, but most often, she would get shushed hastily by Serene, who would yell in a voice much louder than she had in the years past.
“It was a windless day,” Fia said, putting her hand in Rose’s warm fur and stroking her affectionately. “Lina was playing on the roof, and I was trying to get her to stop—and then I glanced down the road, and just then, the wind picked up—“
The sheets behind them began to billow, and Fia’s hair whipped in the wind, curling and rolling like frantic waves on an ocean. Rose nearly shut her eyes against the wind, but she spotted a small figure down the road. Her senses told her it was familiar, so familiar that her fur rippled and her bones shuddered and she gave a sudden sound, even without her knowledge.
“Gateau?” Fia looked down the road.
A figure stood near the house, wearing a tattered blue cloak. His face was blank, with a hint of a placid smile. He continued to walk, slowly, closer and closer. Fia’s hand was gripping Rose tightly, so tightly that Rose almost could not breathe. He came to the fence, and smiled blankly at Fia. He began to continue down the road.
“Ein!”
Fia’s shout was almost a scream, and Rose did not move. The peace shattered, into visible shards. Cierra stared outside, burning paella in her hand. Lina dropped her fork, still stabbed through a piece of cake. And Serene, returning from down the road, froze in her spot.
But Ein continued down the road, until Fia opened the fence and ran out, pulling her dress so she wouldn’t trip. She grabbed onto Ein’s shoulder and pulled him back, her mouth open wide, teeth flashing. Her hair spiraled around her.
“Ein!”
She trembled, and Rose saw the emotion behind her movement. Her fear, her anguish, her late nights of praying for Ein. Tears flooded from her eyes, and she trembled, her brave and strong shoulders shaking. She put a trembling hand to his face, and he quite innocently looked at her.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “Who are you?”
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Rose sat on the fence, sprawling under the hot summer sun. With a small yowl, she stretched her back and brushed her hair. She could sense Fia on the yard, pinning the white blankets on the clothesline. It was a windless day, and nothing stirred the sheets. Lina sat on the patio in the good weather, eating her frosted cake eagerly. And Cierra—at this, Rose shivered slightly—was in the kitchen, baking something or other. And Serene? At the Grove of Repose, likely, since it made her feel at peace. Ein was—
A year had passed, and Riviera still had a tomorrow. Ein had managed to save the world, but Rose could still remember his steps in the hazy Maze of Shadows. No, practical Fia was the one who put it best. His eyes focused up ahead, and he would fight against the Gods, even though he was only one.
It was difficult to adjust. Rose knew her own life was disturbed, and even in her days of tranquility, her bones ached for Ein. They had been more than just Familiar and Grim Angel—he had been her precious friend. She was still writing the history, like she had hoped and dreamed, but the ink rarely wet the page.
Her heart hurt too much.
She put her head on her paws and stared down on the road.
“Gateau,” Fia said, her hands resting on her apron, “Come inside. It’s almost time for dinner.” She tucked her long, grass green hair behind her ear and gazed down the road. “We found Ein on a day like this.”
It was not surprising that Fia wished to talk about Ein. She tried to bring him up, but most often, she would get shushed hastily by Serene, who would yell in a voice much louder than she had in the years past.
“It was a windless day,” Fia said, putting her hand in Rose’s warm fur and stroking her affectionately. “Lina was playing on the roof, and I was trying to get her to stop—and then I glanced down the road, and just then, the wind picked up—“
The sheets behind them began to billow, and Fia’s hair whipped in the wind, curling and rolling like frantic waves on an ocean. Rose nearly shut her eyes against the wind, but she spotted a small figure down the road. Her senses told her it was familiar, so familiar that her fur rippled and her bones shuddered and she gave a sudden sound, even without her knowledge.
“Gateau?” Fia looked down the road.
A figure stood near the house, wearing a tattered blue cloak. His face was blank, with a hint of a placid smile. He continued to walk, slowly, closer and closer. Fia’s hand was gripping Rose tightly, so tightly that Rose almost could not breathe. He came to the fence, and smiled blankly at Fia. He began to continue down the road.
“Ein!”
Fia’s shout was almost a scream, and Rose did not move. The peace shattered, into visible shards. Cierra stared outside, burning paella in her hand. Lina dropped her fork, still stabbed through a piece of cake. And Serene, returning from down the road, froze in her spot.
But Ein continued down the road, until Fia opened the fence and ran out, pulling her dress so she wouldn’t trip. She grabbed onto Ein’s shoulder and pulled him back, her mouth open wide, teeth flashing. Her hair spiraled around her.
“Ein!”
She trembled, and Rose saw the emotion behind her movement. Her fear, her anguish, her late nights of praying for Ein. Tears flooded from her eyes, and she trembled, her brave and strong shoulders shaking. She put a trembling hand to his face, and he quite innocently looked at her.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “Who are you?”
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