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fuckaround_findout) wrote2020-08-05 06:35 pm
fuckaround_findout) wrote2020-08-05 06:35 pm
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≡ For Demona | I'll Be Your Friend in the Daylight Again ≡
She could have time traveled, if she wanted to: Hope told her once that all gods could, if they only tried. There are centuries between Callisto and anyone she knows, but in the end, what are centuries to a goddess? She chooses to live them, to watch and learn and stretch into her new bones, trusting herself to find her way eventually. She never forgets while she walks the earth.
In the end, the time passes like almost nothing. In the end, the distance between Greece and Scotland is not really all that great. In the end, she's learned to be visible to mortals or not, and it's a very, very handy trick.
She listens to the humans plan their betrayal, and she gives the gargoyles' allies every chance to intervene, gives the traitors every chance to change their minds. In the end, it will be easy for her to intervene when the enemies are made of flesh and bone, and the castle and the gargoyles will be made of stone.
Not needing to plan, then, she dons clan clothes instead of her armor and takes up a role minding the herbalist's stall amongst the vendors gathered around the castle's grounds, and she watches and lets these creatures that Demona spoke of so fondly and so fiercely become real to her, and she gets used to Demona herself looking past her without seeing her at all, and she waits.
In the end, the time passes like almost nothing. In the end, the distance between Greece and Scotland is not really all that great. In the end, she's learned to be visible to mortals or not, and it's a very, very handy trick.
She listens to the humans plan their betrayal, and she gives the gargoyles' allies every chance to intervene, gives the traitors every chance to change their minds. In the end, it will be easy for her to intervene when the enemies are made of flesh and bone, and the castle and the gargoyles will be made of stone.
Not needing to plan, then, she dons clan clothes instead of her armor and takes up a role minding the herbalist's stall amongst the vendors gathered around the castle's grounds, and she watches and lets these creatures that Demona spoke of so fondly and so fiercely become real to her, and she gets used to Demona herself looking past her without seeing her at all, and she waits.