𝒜 𝒮𝓎𝓂𝒷𝑜𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝑀𝓊𝓈𝑒’𝓈 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 // 𝒜𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔
❀ - Pulling them into a tight embrace whilst crying.
{ ⟡ } ———After lifting the velvety veil covering the portal & upon crossing through the Looking Glass, it would had seem as if the finely adorned mirror serving as welcoming door would had been changed places...
This was not the inviting & perfumed Rosarium with the buzzing flutter of thousands of whimsical critter, there wasn’t laughter coming from petite lungs nor crystal bells voices proclaiming greetings to receive her. There was no the chit-chatter of teacups nor the breeze whispering the secrets of birds.
Instead, what reigned there was overwhelming solitude & sadness across intangible trees, despite the sweetened scenery. It was all a melancholic illusion, as phantasmagorical blossoms of lustrous gold would take root everywhere, conquering every old furniture that seemed to be lost to time. The roaming of foxes, squirrels & ravens that weren’t really there across the dancing grass, peppered of wild flowers. The canopies of leaves gently rustling as the branches seemed to touch the skies, filtering sunlight down to the long path…
& suddenly the images of half a dozen of women dressed in delicate silks, dancing & singing in languages so ancient that could never be translated to any current human tongue. All of them wearing crowns of golden roses, with several little trinkets braided among ebony locks. Faeric & iridiscent, wings would flutter on occasion on their backs, if not resting as if those were a fine cape, all in harmonic glee when even more people would join them in their melodies as if a festivity would be held in this dream space…
...& yet the prevalent emotion that could be caught untangling would be tortuous nostalgia, as standing while giving her back to her, would be her Twin, watching them all dance & sing without intervening.
“You may probably call me a fool, & maybe I am.” Her voice betray no emotion, but it was a mere facade. A lie to Herself, knowing full well perhaps the closer they were, the tighter the bond. All that leaked from her were emotions of pure, unadulterated, sadness despite the faux giggle that dared to pass through her simper. “But I love to indulge a little bit… Dreams of the Garden, Memories of the Forest…”
There was familiarity to all of the faces from both the Nymphs whose features indubitably looked related to the Enchantress, as the many mages, druids, & common folk also celebrating. Music was played, with some missteps that the illusions seemed to not care for. “I apologize, I may be Immortal & can remember many old things, but for some symphonies I’m not able to replicate fully. My First Coven loved to add melody to their enchantments, & the Spring Equinox was always deemed sacred by our kind… I wonder if fate would had been kinder, if all would had ever meet, would had been this blissful as Earth would awake, as Roses would bloom once more?”
She would turn around to look at her twin, black tears staining across porcelain cheeks. Oh, her heart ached so terribly, & for a minute she felt concerned. If her ‘Sister’ could feel anything as strongly as she had done during their last conversation, the tale making her soul ache devastatingly & her own eyes to tear up ever so slightly at certain points where loss could not only be shared in the spawn of second, but also with terrible acknowledgment…
It was impossible to Emilia to wonder if her Twin feeling her pain would be crueler after the effrontery she had displayed just a couple of days prior. Suddenly her mask of tranquility, despite the ink falling freely upon her skin, would start to shatter.
“Emilia, I— "
An apology caught on her throat as her Twin had come towards her & pulling her into an embrace oh-so tightly it let her breathless out of deep sentiment...
Silence reigned then, as if time had stopped & even the fantasy had loss the continuity out of a conscious mind. Only fake sunlight filtering through the trees, colored with hues of dusk. Only the subtle scent of wildflowers among their feet that weren’t previously there & differently from the blooms of the fantasy, those could be felt gently brushing against silks & skin. Oh, how her heart broke & shattered in a single second, yet it felt aided as she eagerly returned the embrace to her Twin, silently shedding her tears against her shoulder…
Grief was all-consuming, flowing through her veins within the boiling power stolen from the images of people dancing, now stopped in time as it all was a piltovian film. It was all sadness, as the songs would stop, as the laugher would be no more. It was all silent agony as she would allow the dream space to slowly melt. Grass & flowers withered away, critters disappearing with the people as the single mirage they were… all in a couple of blinks was replaced by what could be recognized as place among the catacombs of the Cabal…
… All the Secrets of a Garden, ever hidden underground.
Only the dim light of candles would eventually return. Warm & real as the flames decorated the golden holders shaped as flowers. Many steps away, at the end of the stance that seemed to be a vast & secluded library from they truly were, was the Looking Glass, some Pixies sitting near & others resting among the many dark roses at the vases in the room.
“My apologies that you had to see me like this… or fall into one of my self deceptions & fabrications, I tend to fall into loops of remembrance, before I notice it, I’m lost to time…” Her Sisters, Her Coven, The Forest Incarnate… she wouldn’t lie if asked, & perhaps the bond allowed more than she may give it credit for, but their conversation may had opened her own wounds to the horrible truths of Loss, parsimoniously awakening the grasp of never-ending mourning upon the frail organ inside her chest…
She may not say it aloud neither, but the fact the Looking Glass had been brought in this personal space from its spot at the Rosarium, albeit covered from the other end & without any manner of communication, it had been an almost unconscious need of seeking company from someone she had chosen to deem as ‘family’ once more, after so so long.
Her arms tightened around her twin tighter, as more tears would be shed from her closing eyes, allowing herself a moment of weakness, a moment of sheer & genuine solace.
