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Midnight walk
She had lost. Well, of course she had lost. She had expected to lose. The was really little chance of her winning. She had known that. The election hadn't been for actually gaining the position, but making herself known on the ship.
Still, that didn't mean that losing the election didn't hurt her pride. She had logically never expected to win, but emotionally she had expected it. Perhaps even felt entitled to it.
She had other things that she was free to do now, things that would continue to move her plan forward, but for now she ignored Kano's urging for her to keep moving with her plan. Instead she wandered among a labyrinth of flowers and shrubs of all sizes and species. Benches were placed periodically among the plants to sit and relax. Several fountains dotted the twists and turns of the path. The garden itself was half surrounded by a chest high wall, the other rounded wall was made of sheer rock face and was dotted with little white flowers that sparkled in the moonlight. They grew along the walls as well, so that the outer line of the garden seemed to be surrounded by silver. Closer investigation would reveal that the flowers were covered in a thin, clear mucous. One should still be careful by the chest-high wall, since just beyond that was the rest of the mountain face.
Every so often Nanashi would stop any bury her face in some of the flowers, taking in a deep breath, absorbing the scent of the flowers.
She was so lost in her own musings that she didn't even realize she had left the sensorium door open- which replaced the usual door to the garden. It helped that a great burst of wild flowers helped to block off the view of most of the door.
Still, that didn't mean that losing the election didn't hurt her pride. She had logically never expected to win, but emotionally she had expected it. Perhaps even felt entitled to it.
She had other things that she was free to do now, things that would continue to move her plan forward, but for now she ignored Kano's urging for her to keep moving with her plan. Instead she wandered among a labyrinth of flowers and shrubs of all sizes and species. Benches were placed periodically among the plants to sit and relax. Several fountains dotted the twists and turns of the path. The garden itself was half surrounded by a chest high wall, the other rounded wall was made of sheer rock face and was dotted with little white flowers that sparkled in the moonlight. They grew along the walls as well, so that the outer line of the garden seemed to be surrounded by silver. Closer investigation would reveal that the flowers were covered in a thin, clear mucous. One should still be careful by the chest-high wall, since just beyond that was the rest of the mountain face.
Every so often Nanashi would stop any bury her face in some of the flowers, taking in a deep breath, absorbing the scent of the flowers.
She was so lost in her own musings that she didn't even realize she had left the sensorium door open- which replaced the usual door to the garden. It helped that a great burst of wild flowers helped to block off the view of most of the door.
no subject
"See?" Kano's voice echoed as the sensorium door closed.
He appeared behind her, "No one will love you. No one would love a demon like you." His arms wrapped around her, "The only ones who will always be with you are me and your mother. We'll be with you forever."
The sentiment wasn't comforting in the least, even though the tone was honey sweet. She leaned back into her old love and began to cry.
It would take her some time, but she would raise her head and re-join the crew. She would try to mend the relationship. She had to. Her words had gone terribly wrong, but they had something. There had to be some way to reclaim it. She couldn't stay here, crying in the arms of an illusion forever.