Post by seraphina althea cantrelle on Jun 18, 2023 20:49:14 GMT -5
 | seraphina althea cantrelle |
there had been a quote plaguing seraphina’s mind for as long as the world had been collapsing in upon itself. she had been reminded of it at some point, and in the time since, the claws of her conscious refused to let it go.
“le monde a commencé sans l'homme et il s'achèvera sans lui.”
some old philosopher, psychologist, or someone of that pretentious caliber had apparently said it ages ago. it had been a throwaway comment by a professor in the dawn of her schooling. its consistent badgering of her mind felt uniquely morose at a time like this – a reminder both of the devastating loss, but also of the inevitability of a world existing without them. life went on, in the warped way it did nowadays.
odd as it was, seraphina had some comfort in knowing she had found some good through all of this horror. she’d gotten close with others helping the relief effort, making friends and allies while huddled in safehouses or doing sweeps. her parents were safe, at least when she last checked – though her distant relatives had not been as lucky.
and, of course, there was the matter of cassian. somehow, someway, their relationship had shifted. the line between hatred and love for them had been quite thin, and forged entirely from words unsaid and circumstances uncontrolled. this had leveled the playing field. she’d gained happiness in spite of it all. it wasn’t something she readily admitted out loud, especially not when it felt like everyone was losing.
her bones ached by the time she stumbled through her flat door. she’d put up new wards yesterday, so thankfully that was not work she had to pry herself off the floor and accomplish tonight. instead, she fastened all the locks on the door before shedding her jacket on the nearest couch.
“cassian!” she called, rubbing her eyes quite futilely. “made it back. and no injuries, so i deserve an award. or at least a glass of wine.” seraphina peeked her head around the corner, furrowing her eyebrows. “mon cœur?”
“le monde a commencé sans l'homme et il s'achèvera sans lui.”
some old philosopher, psychologist, or someone of that pretentious caliber had apparently said it ages ago. it had been a throwaway comment by a professor in the dawn of her schooling. its consistent badgering of her mind felt uniquely morose at a time like this – a reminder both of the devastating loss, but also of the inevitability of a world existing without them. life went on, in the warped way it did nowadays.
odd as it was, seraphina had some comfort in knowing she had found some good through all of this horror. she’d gotten close with others helping the relief effort, making friends and allies while huddled in safehouses or doing sweeps. her parents were safe, at least when she last checked – though her distant relatives had not been as lucky.
and, of course, there was the matter of cassian. somehow, someway, their relationship had shifted. the line between hatred and love for them had been quite thin, and forged entirely from words unsaid and circumstances uncontrolled. this had leveled the playing field. she’d gained happiness in spite of it all. it wasn’t something she readily admitted out loud, especially not when it felt like everyone was losing.
her bones ached by the time she stumbled through her flat door. she’d put up new wards yesterday, so thankfully that was not work she had to pry herself off the floor and accomplish tonight. instead, she fastened all the locks on the door before shedding her jacket on the nearest couch.
“cassian!” she called, rubbing her eyes quite futilely. “made it back. and no injuries, so i deserve an award. or at least a glass of wine.” seraphina peeked her head around the corner, furrowing her eyebrows. “mon cœur?”
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