End of Summer.
Je pense que tout ça revient à savoir ce que tu es prêt à risquer dans cette vie éphémère pour l'amour que tu désires secrètement.
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Compendium of Drabbles
What is found in all things, even in things that lack reason, seems to be natural. But Ecclesiasticus 13:19 says, “Every beast loves its like.” Therefore, one angel naturally loves another angel as himself. Moreover, this natural love cannot be removed even from the bad angels in the sense that it would not be the case that they have a natural love for other angels insofar as they share their nature with them.
Reconciliation
Miserable. The angel had felt miserable for multiple reasons for the past couple of days and all because of her own doings. The loss of rationality over her actions had spun her out of clarity. 'Was it that good to risk everything for?' Absolutely, she thought. At a certain space and time, she had been selfish, wanting anything and everything for herself and in her head it works perfectly. It makes sense, only it 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭.The only streak of light coming from one curtainless window, illuminating a part of her dark albeit white walled cabin was telling her that the sun was setting as the lamps that surround the villa were already turning on. She twists and turns under the duvet, having been roused way too many times by her grumbling stomach. The last thing she had consumed before things fell apart being alcohol. Too dejected to even eat or dehydrate. Eyes swollen and cheeks hollow, looking as distressed as she feels.She would like to think that she's more sensible than she is being credited for and despite being undoubtedly immature in the heat of the moment, Eos had calmed down and now more than ready to own up to her mistakes. After sleepless hours, deciding on her fight or flight options, she tries the closest one and the most important thing to her above anything else.Pushing herself out of her bed despite the massive lack of verve, leaving her hair unkempt and her nightgown in disarray she goes out of her cabin, making small careful steps toward Luna's side of the compound, feeling the soft Bermuda grass that had grown out to cover the old stone path tickling her bare feet. She checks any sign of life from the semi-lit rooms in the house and gauge the steady pulse of the other's light in her brain link, she knew the witch was home.Eos gives an assertive '𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬...' on the door, feeling the cold glass against her knuckles and she waited for a few seconds before she was ready to knock again.
Decisions, 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔.
Things are getting better. It's been days since Eos reconciled with her sister, days since Ariadne, their mother proposed a family day to celebrate nothing in particular but a trip everyone needed anyway. It was all a welcome distraction for her, howbeit at the end of the day it was just that... a distraction, and everything she's been trying to block out comes crashing down like the waves of the ocean that she refuses to come close to.***'𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚?'Her own voice rang through her ears, reverberating in the silence of her lucid dream, a teasing tone in a playful atmosphere. The response to it echoing even louder as if the speaker was right by her side even if it was barely a whisper and only meant for them to hear.'‒ 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣.''‒ 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯...'And she shudders at the sound of it, at how it seemed so real yet she knows it was all in her fragile mind playing tricks on her vulnerable state and haunting her to the core.Eos stayed in her restless state for a couple more hours, half wishing for the god of sleep to have mercy and just take her completely and half wanting to just wake up because either way, she is not getting her desired repose. Another wave of flashback quivers her awake with cold sweat and shivering hands, she reaches over her bedside drawer to grab a pill box, popping two in her mouth and downing it with the glass of water that had gone chilly through the cold night.She proceeds to get off her bed, leaving the sheets untidy as she walks over to her dresser by the window. Grabbing a pack of cigarette and a matchbox that has only a couple of matches in it before making her way to the roof top through her indoor stairs. The angel felt a shudder pass her body as the cold wind blows making her hair even more tousled than it already is. She stood there for a while, glancing over the roofs of her other sisters' cabins, observing and basking in the tranquility of the mid dawn.Without any contemplation, Eos unravels her wings, a pair of pure white coat with it's gold tips catching the faintest glimmer of the moonlight spreads widely on her side, it's height almost surpassing her own. She steps off her own roof and gives a single flap of her wings, taking a leap towards the direction of Luna's and landing on the edge that has her front door directly beneath the angel. She crouches down in a squat as she lights a stick of cig, like a true gargoyle perched on the verge, making her snicker at the irony of their inside joke now a complete bitter taste in her mouth as she takes a long drag out of it. One hand holding the match stick as the fire on it catches the open end of her smoke and her free hand shields it from the wind that was constantly changing direction.Luna would probably scold her later when she finds that the cigarette butts and ashes outside her front door was from the angel and she was counting on the wind to blow some of them away. She continues to chain smoke on her sister's roof until the colors that appear on the horizon is the same as the embers on her cig, the sunrise orange and peach and the faintest of reds spilling through and replacing the gray and blues of the night sky. Eos waited a couple more hours, waiting for the telltale sound of busy feet padding around the house, probably preparing breakfast for Gauvi and doing her routine chores, knowing that soon enough Luna would open the front door to let some fresh morning air in.
Post Obliviate
The flash of twelve jet black wings displayed in it's full glory, hypnotic and haunting and just as she reaches out to touch them, she was pulled awake from her slumber. Cheeks tear stained and soft sobs spilling from her lips, scenes from that night of the party playing in her head like a reel-in movie. She doesn't know what the tears are for, nor why she had been having the same dream over and over after the day she had visited Luna in her Mysterium.She remembered coming to her to apologize as the angel could never bear to have anything unsettled between her and any of her sisters, remembered the days in between then and now, being with her sisters and concealing her emotions around them so no one knows just how much she was hurting.She remembered having one specific request to Luna one day when it was just too much to bear, that she was absolutely certain this was the only way to take her out of miserable state. But what the reason was, she couldn't recall and the witch was very strict about not letting her know.How long has it been? Two weeks seem to have been taken from her, only leaving fragments of hazy days and nights that had her feeling as complete as she will ever be but then stopping dead on it's track leaving her dazed, waking up from a recurring dream and appearing as if a huge part of her is missing, a celestial bond ripped from her very soul.She brings a hand up to wipe her cheeks dry before pulling her blanket higher up on her shivering body and curling up in a ball, waiting for the cycle to begin again. A series of passing out, like a lit candle being deprived of oxygen slowly getting snuffed out, the light dying out of her eyes only to be shaken awake afterwards but not really being cognizant of her waking hours.The angel could feel sleep tugging at her consciousness once again and she lets it wrap around her mind like a bubble, hoping the next time she wakes up would be less agonizing than the other.
We don't talk about braving forward motion. How we must teeter dangerously on the edge of vulnerability to allow others to move us. They grabbed my hand before crossing the road, leading me out of a dark place, and I didn't know how I felt about it but for the first time, I was not swallowed up in loss; and for a moment, that was enough. That was enough.
May We Meet Again
The night was fairly chilly and Eos was having a particularly mundane night in her cabin. Quietly sitting in bed with a book on her lap and glancing at the ticking clock on the wall, wondering if her witcher would come home tonight. She was only a chapter in on the new book that she was reading when a sharp pain on the side of her head made her pause momentarily, blocking all her brain link for a split second. It took her another second to feel their pulses again, like a system that had to reboot.One, two, three— No. No. Something is not quite right. Shooting out of bed as panic was setting in, Eos ran out of her bedroom and out the front door of her cabin to the direction of Dami's but immediately cut her steps as she realized her sister is not in by the foot tracks leading to the side of the villa where the property line ends just about a kilometer due west where the land steeps down to a deeper part of the forest.Eos was running barefoot, her toes digging more on the soil as she jogs faster, wanting- needing to find where Dami is as her pulse weaken even more the longer the angel takes to get to her. The dark wasn't helping and she struggles to follow the path that her sister took, only relying on the fullness of the moon for guidance. Her own heartbeat was going over the scales as she feels Dami's pulse decrescendo and eventually falling to a complete silence. "No. Dami!" She calls out, frantically turning around the area as tears start to cloud her eyes. "Doggo, come on, stop playing around now." Voice shaky and barely paying attention to where she was stepping, Eos almost slid down the sloped area.What she found waiting for her was exactly what she was hoping not to find, limp body laying bloodied by the head was her sister, Dami. The angel carefully continued down the slope, violent sobs bubbling out of her even before she even get to the other's body. Impossible. Eos refuses to acknowledge what her mind already knew. How did it come to this and how is she too late?She drops close to the other's side, reaching over with her shaky fingers and checking her pulse only to further confirm that Dami is gone. Dami is gone. Still, she attempted to bring her sister back, going in position to resuscitate her. One, two, three— just like how she was counting earlier. One, two, three— pumps to her chest in a futile, desperate attempt to get her beloved sister back. "Dami, please~" She calls out as she continues the CPR a few more times before eventually stopping. Instead she very carefully pulls her sister to her lap, leaning down to gently press a kiss on her forehead and mumbling a small farewell."In peace may you leave the shore, in love may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels until our final journey to the ground. May we meet again."'May we meet again.' With her final words, the angels tears had gone to gold streams down her cheeks and she quietly holds Dami, her sister, her friend and in many ways a part of her, as she lays unresponsive and lifeless in her arms.
No Good Reason
Violent rolls of thunder startled the angel and made her drop her phone from where she was currently standing. Having offered the task to gather some of Dami's things from her cabin, she immediately took the opportunity to step away from the bigger crowd and have some time to herself and her emotions alone. "She knows. She already knows." Eos utters to herself. From the way the clear sky suddenly clouds up and how it so easily turned into a downpour, she could tell that the news had finally reached Thalia and the storm on a supposedly sunny day was her mourning the loss of their sister.She stood inside Dami's bedroom for a moment, watching the rain soak everything outside and silently wishing it could wash away their grief at the same time. Bending down to pick her phone up after a couple of minutes, something caught the angel's eyes from under her sister's bed. Catching the glimpse of a silver plated chest just within reach, the angel hesitated for a second, not really wanting to disturb anything else inside Dami's bedroom but something in the back of her mind was urging her to take it out and see what the contents are.With a bit of a struggle, Eos was able to pull out the chest looking box, an intricate design adorning the outside and a latch that was supposed to keep it shut was left unlocked, further making her think that she was meant to find out what's inside. She carefully pushes the lid up to see a bunch of letters, the one on the very top showing that it was addressed to Thalia. She took the letters out one by one, trying to find one that is written for her as some of it seemingly has other contents inside aside from just hand written messages. The last of the letters was for Luna, indicating that it was written first as it was the one placed in the box first and at the bottom of the pile, a wolf plushie that very much resembles their sister in her wolf form.She returns the other letters back inside the chest once she had found the one with her name on, meaning to distribute it to everyone as soon as they arrive. The angel had shifted her position on the floor, leaning back on the side of Dami's bed as her fingers tear through the opening of the envelope. With a deep breath she pulled out the paper containing a short but heartfelt letter, all the while trying to keep her emotions in check as it starts with;"…my angel sister Eos."She continues on, soft sobs spilling out of her quivering lips as memories of their time together with Dami flashes in her mind. Like that one truth or dare night or the time they run around in panic when Luna accidentally burned the old mansion. They did have quite a history and she wonders if the family would still be capable of moving forward from this tragic event."I am probably beside you now, but you can't see or feel me."Wrong. The angel would never be able to shake her off. She would still hear her at the very back of her mind, feel her hanging around on certain days when things doesn't seem to fall together. She knows that Dami will watch over them still, like how she always has.As she was on the last paragraph, a single golden tear drops on the paper before she manages to wipe them off her cheeks and quickly finishing the letter. Inside the same envelope it had came from was a necklace, the angel caller as mentioned in the note. Eos clutches the necklace tight in her fist while she falls apart once again, still refusing to accept that no matter how much she hears her voice in memory or feel her in a chill down her spine, their sister will never materialize back to them.Eos stayed on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest and quietly riding out her own sentiments, waiting until she's out of tears, until she can put on a mask to show them that she's alright despite bearing their emotions too. She wanted to be strong for them too, but first she has to be strong for herself and she is not quite sure how. The discovery of the letters only seemed to amplify the fact that Dami Vina is forever gone from their family.
When the Unknown Thrums
I.
It had been weeks since Eos last stood in the presence of her mother and sisters. A reunion that was meant to be a reminiscence of shared histories, but had instead dissolved into a chaotic blur. The memory of that day still nagged at the back of her mind like a splinter, sharp and persistent.The air in the room had been thick with tension long before the news arrived, but the moment the revelation broke, the atmosphere shattered. Thalia, usually the most composed of the siblings, had been electrified by the words: Darius has been found. After an agonizing year of silence—a year spent in the suffocating enigma of his disappearance, with no word, no trail, and no hope to reassure them—the news was almost a physical blow. He had been a man lost to the void, and now, he was suddenly, impossibly, alive.Eos had been poised to speak. She had a questions burning behind her teeth, desperate to understand how he had been found, where he had been kept, and why the silence had lasted so long. She wanted to know if he was the same man who had left, or if the year of uncertainty had carved something new and unrecognizable into his soul.But she never got the chance. Before the words could leave her throat, she watched in stunned silence as Thalia bypassed all logic and hesitation. Without a single look back, her sister had stepped toward Luna’s shimmering, volatile portal—the "easiest" route, a shortcut that pulsed with raw, untamed magic. As Thalia vanished into the light, leaving the swirling energy to collapse behind her, the connection between them was severed instantly.The weight of that moment followed Eos home, clinging to her like a shadow. She retreated to the sanctuary she had meticulously carved out for her family. A quiet, grounded life built alongside her husband, Ryo, the youngest Witcher whose steady presence served as her anchor. As she stepped into the familiar, grease-scented air of their garage, the sounds of his work, the rhythmic clinking of wrenches against metal and the low hum of engine parts offered a fleeting promise of normalcy. Ryo was hunched over one of the family vehicle, his posture relaxed.But just as she moved to greet him, the world tilted.A sharp agony lanced through her chest, leaving her breathless. It was not a physical ailment, but the raw, unfiltered transmission of their sisterly bond. Through their ethereal link, Eos felt a spectral anguish that had nothing to do with her own. Eos felt the suffocating grip of Thalia’s long-standing grief, but beneath that dark current, there was something else. A yearning so profound it felt like a tangible reach across the distance, and beneath that, a tidal wave of relief so immense and overwhelming that it collided with her pain, threatening to shatter Eos’ composure right there on the cold concrete of their garage. She clutched at her chest, gasping, the walls suddenly feeling far too thin to keep out the tempest of her sister’s heart.Ryo had dropped his wrench, his Witcher reflexes sharp and immediate, his presence a wall of impenetrable, steadying calm."Eos," he commanded, his voice a low, resonant tether that cut through the psychic static. "Look at me. I have you. I'm here." The firm pressure of his touch pulled her back from the precipice. As she focused on the grounded, unyielding strength of her husband, the phantom echo of Thalia’s emotions receded, leaving Eos trembling, breathless, and desperately clinging to the reality of the garage floor beneath her feet.II.
For days, Eos had remained in a state of ambiguity, her understanding of Thalia’s reunion with her long-lost lover stitched together from little more than hearsay. News drifted to her only in scattered, fraying fragments passed down through the grapevine of their extended family like gossip in the wind. These crumbs of information provided no clarity, leaving Eos to wander through the haze of speculation without a coherent narrative to pacify her.It was an intrusive, rhythmic hum that lived at the base of Eos’ skull, a frequency of longing and terrifying vulnerability. Without warning, the connection would surge, catching Eos off-guard in the most mundane moments of her day. She might be pouring tea or tending to the children when suddenly, a tidal wave of Thalia’s unfiltered emotion would crash into her. A sudden, sharp bloom of heartache or the breathless, dizzying high of seeing a lover after months, leaving Eos disoriented, shuddering under the weight of emotions that wasn't entirely her own.Yet, while Eos was starved for facts, she was utterly overwhelmed by the reality of her sister’s internal state. Because of their profound celestial link, she did not need spoken words to understand the gravity of the situation.Whenever the intensity of that psychic feedback loop became unbearable, Eos would instinctively reach out. She would send text messages or place tentative phone calls, her voice tight with unspoken questions. And every single time, Thalia would offer the same rehearsed performance: a steady voice, a light laugh, and the unwavering insistence that things were perfectly fine.Eos knew better. She felt the lie vibrating in her own marrow, a dissonant chord that clashed with the messy, weeping grief her sister was projecting through their link.This exhausting cycle of denial and intuitive dread dragged on. She was reeling from the psychological strain, her focus fractured by the needs of her own household and the distant, chaotic cries of her sister's spirit.III.
It was during this period that a familiar, yet unexpected name surfaced in the family’s chatter: Kainoah.She was a young shifter, a trusted family friend, closely related from Thalia, Darius and Harvey's side of the family. The girl had and easygoing personality, a welcome respite from all the disruption in their otherwise mundane routine. When Eos mentioned the young shifter’s pending visit to her husband, he had been more than accommodating. In fact, he had gone to great lengths to ensure their home was ready, personally preparing the guest room with a meticulousness that warmed Eos’s heart.But the arrival itself was far from what Eos had anticipated.The angel had known that Darius would be the one to drop Kainoah off, but actually seeing him in the flesh came in a different guise altogether. To the naked eye, he appeared to be the picture of health—his physical injuries seemingly healed, his posture upright and strong. Yet, the moment Eos laid eyes on him, her claircognizance flared like a warning in the night, and her innate intuition for danger screamed that something was deeply wrong.The disconnect was jarring. Darius moved with a grace that felt performative, a facade layered over a hidden instability. When Ryo extended a hospitable invitation for a shared meal, Darius declined with a haste that felt almost frantic. He couldn't—or perhaps wouldn't—meet their eyes, his gaze darting away as if he were guarding a secret that threatened to spill out if he lingered too long. Watching him, Eos felt the familiar dread creep up her spine; Darius had returned, but he was not the man who had left. And whatever had transpired during his absence had left him not just changed, but haunted.In that heartbeat, the truth settled in Eos's gut like lead: Thalia was in grave danger. It wasn't Darius who posed the threat, but something far more insidious—the shadow of whatever unseen force had broken him. The revelation was loud enough to echo in the room, and she knew it hadn't escaped Ryo. He watched her with a predator’s focus, attuned to every microscopic flicker of her expression and every tremor of distress in her mind. He was on high alert, his protective instincts sharpening into a blade. She knew her husband, and she knew there was no hiding this from him.Finding a moment of privacy, Eos acted with clinical precision. She pulled out her phone and sent a rapid, cryptic message to their sister, Luna, the family’s resident witch:
“Lun, I need you to make something. Not for me—for Darius. A potion, a spell—anything that can sever mind control and purge psychological torture. As soon as possible, please.”Once the message was sent, Eos retreated into the quiet privacy of their bedroom, pulling Ryo into the space with her. She didn't waste time with formalities. She leaned in, her voice barely a whisper but sharp with the weight of her conviction."Lia is in trouble, love. Real trouble," she murmured, her eyes searching his for the steel she knew would be there. "We can’t stay here waiting for the fallout to reach us, we've stood idle and haven't meddled in their affair, but if the threat is directed towards my sister, that means it's bound to get to us to. She’s going to be at the Vina villa, and that’s where we need to be, at least temporarily."