OKAY WELL NOW YOU HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF FOR THIS, JET:
The adoring eyes and wishing months. Always there. A child in linen and silk, charms in her hair, and Kakyuu offered so small of a smile. Her parents laughed to the comets they had commissioned as her guardians–”She’s a shy, don’t worry. It’ll take some time for her to warm up to you.”
The Starlights turned those soft eyes, those triple pleased grins, and then truly believed them. Alright, they loved her; they were made for her, they said. Always hers. No one elses. They would be her rug if she needed to step on something. Her knife if she needed something cut. Her maids when she woke from slumber and demanded warm milk. They were all for her. Colorful toy soldiers, stacked in a row neatly, ready to serve, forever to give.
In that instant, the child knew the Starlights would be no different than the sets of maids, knights, advisers, and subjects which knelt at her bed’s side and gave everything to her.
The only difference is that they were like birds–and she supposed their songs were good for something.
So, she asked them to sing. Follow her about, rest on their knees when she sits, take out their weapons when she commanded, and sing to her until she could not open her eyes. Entertain her like the rest of the toys her parents gave to her. It might be cruel to say, but even in their sweetest moments, the princess could not give her affection. They sang, one by one, and Kakyuu hid a humorless smile while her eyes saw through them. What could they give her when they acted so sweet to her?
Kakyuu knew how they saw her, after all. Their idol and worship. A piece art work to stare at and protect. The Starlights were always gentle to her; never harsh. Even when she broke their things and yelled in frustration, they only whispered to her softly and treated her as if she were a fragile flower in the wind; one push and all her petals would flutter away.
And she hated them for that! Oh, there were times when she loathed them! For she knew the Starlights loved each other and spoke to each other as if they were—real!
Healer growled at Fighter.
Maker rolled their eyes and criticized Healer.
Fight laughed; laughed in a way that was obnoxious and booming as thunder, real as can be.
They sat in a circle and spoke to each other as equals, smiles wide and opinions differing. Their eyes gleamed with annoyance but joy. They enjoyed each others company in a way Kakyuu would never know.
Yet when she approached them, the Starlight’s grins would turn to babying smiles and eyes filled with tears. When she would turn, they would chase her, reverence in their steps. When they would reach for her, she would slide away and never let them catch her.
If there was one true thing in Galaxia’s attacks, it was Kakyuu’s freedom. She ran, planet to planet, and the Starlights were not there. She could breathe and know they would not ask what she needed or if she was hurt.
She could fight and not be hindered by those who saw a doll in goddesses form.
And when they called out to her? Kakyuu did not heed their song–she rested in the arms for a small light, content in the lingering scent of the moon’s princess presence, and when she laughed, she knew she was around someone who was real.
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