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Happy Ending?
Cath, post-ending, fluff
Catherine called for a carriage immediately.
Two months had passed since Peter Peter's execution. Two months, slow as syrup making it's way down a mountain.
"My darling!" The king squealed, for a moment Cath feared he meant to grab hold of her skirt. Afterall, his small size gave him every opportunity to do so. He didn't, for that would be improper. Instead he simply stood, red-faced and looked up at her. "Where are you off to?" He asked, forcing a jovial tone to go along with his beetroot face.
Cath met his gaze. Surprisingly, the king didn't flinch away. "Home." She said.
Catherine called for a carriage immediately.
A carriage that would take her to Rock Turtle Manor.
A carriage that would take her to the closest thing she had left to home. The bedroom where he'd whisked her away, the tree he climbed, the sea cave where he'd told her such wonderful things...
I can't stop thinking about you either, Lady Pinkerton.
Catherine felt herself smile for the first time in months.
She stopped short, mere steps from the carriage.
A smile wasn't possible. She was without a heart. Without emotion, or feeling.
The sister's had taken her heart in exchange for Peter's head. All Cath could possibly feel was rage.
She pondered this for a moment, her minding wandering back to Jest and their final moments together... And then it was clear.
The sisters had her heart.
But she had Jest's.
Jest had offered her his heart, and she accepted.
In the same way Cath had given her own to him. But now he was gone and her heart belonged to the sisters.
Perhaps she had given away something that wasn't hers to give.
Cath closed her eyes as tears welled up behind them.
Catherine fisted her skirt and climbed, unladylike, into the carriage. Jest gave her this chance, and she wasn't going to let it slip away.
Im making some Heartless-based Tarot cards, and I need to decide if I want to use the original names of the cards, or make new ones.
Death, The Fool, The Empress, and the Magician (Original Tarot names)
The Murderer, The Martyr, The Monarch, The Madman (New Tarot names)
Both
Just read the sweetest fic of Cath and Jest and like he's alive.
THEY COULD'VE BEEN HAPPY
