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@windridertenoh continued from here
Gently lacing her fingers with the blonde’s, Setsuna began, “Can you pin-point when this started?” Caution would be her best bet, for now, as it could simply be a bad few days. If it had persisted for longer than a week or so, however, it could mean many different things, and the dusky-skinned woman didn’t want to jump to any sort of conclusions just yet.
「美少女戦士セーラームーン Crystal」第3期＜デス・バスターズ編＞
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Tagged by: @pale0firefly
Relationship status: Single pringle.
Favorite colors: Greens, blues, jewel tones.
Lipstick or Chapstick: Neither. I don’t wear make-up, and I kept eating off the chapstick, so I stopped bothering.
Last movie I watched: ... Um, maybe Assassin’s Creed??
Top three fictional characters: Meiou Setsuna (Sailor Moon), Temari (Naruto), and Erza Scarlet (Fairy Tail).
Top three ships: Rose Lalaonde/Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck), Trowa Barton/Quatre Winner (Gundam Wing), and Hiei/Kurama (Yu Yu Hakusho).
Books I’m reading: Quite a few about Irish history.
Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it can say I tagged them.
Setsuna is a lovely lady and I want to give her all the love! 💕 Some ppl seem to forget that she’s also married to Haruka and Michiru 💕
Yet, as much as she could not see into the hearts of others -- that was the domain of the Venusian and Lunarian lines -- having lived since shortly after Time began, Setsuna could read the nuances of expression better than most. “You are only dangerous if you allow yourself to be, little one,” she murmured, gently squeezing her charge in tacit reassurance. “With control, precision, and training, there is nothing to fear.”
Deciding the such heavy topics should be discussed in a more comfortable environment, the dusky-skinned Plutionian (she wasn’t mortal, after all) released Hotaru only long enough to extend a hand to her daughter. “Come,” warm garnet eyes held the gaze of disquieted amethyst ones, “things like this should be discussed over a cup of tea.” It went without saying, that they would be taking their tea with them up to Setsuna’s bedroom.
A small settee was situated there, perfect for intimate conversation of any sort.
“It is not that I do not trust her opinions,” the older woman began, “simply that I... do not see what she sees. I see nothing special or extraordinary about myself. I am simply a woman, godly blood completely aside. I am simply a soldier, enacting my duty to the best of my ability. I am simply a mother, doing the best I can by the child I have decided to raise and guide.” Perhaps her humility was what Hotaru found extraordinary, but that thought never crossed Setsuna’s mind.
Having seen what arrogance and self-importance had done to both her fellow gods and fellow Senshi, the lonely Soldier always did her best to see herself in the most realistic light possible. Given her post, and given how easily she knew she could be forgotten, it didn’t pay to have any preconceived or false notions about herself. The Dark Queen of Pluto knew that she performed her duty well, but that as the only opinion she would allow herself. And yet...
“I am curious, however, as to what you yourself think of me, Yaten-san.”
Not that she could pin-point why, but she was.
@visustellas continued from here
Gazing impassively at Masaru, Setsuna found herself having to swallow a laugh. It was such an unusual response, that she almost found herself off balance. However, aeons of being alive had caught her how to school her expression into perfect blankness, allowing nothing to be seen. And yet... There was something quietly wry in her voice, even if not in her eyes or features, when she spoke. “...You would be surprised, Masaru-san. My sisters rarely know what they are doing.” It was a slight jab at her family, and at the sometimes capricious nature of the Moirai. The eldest Senshi found herself wondering if Maaru would pick up on the implications of her parentage not being as mortal as the rest of their comrades would have liked to believe.
That was a question the eldest Senshi had been expecting for quite some time, and Setsuna would have been lying if she had said that it surprised her. Hotaru was always an astute, curious child; it stood to reason that she would want to know, when Saturn had restored her memories to her, of her most recent former life. As such, and as it fell to her to educate their daughter about the world, the Forgotten Soldier answered without sugarcoating the truth. “We feared the soul that you carried, the spirit of Saturn. In the time of the Silver Millennium, Uranus and Neptune’s only interaction with you was to watch you destroy the ruins of the place they had called home. I believe that those memories influenced their hate toward you at the time.”
Setsuna may have possessed omnipotence when it came to the flow of Time, but that didn’t mean she could see into the hearts of others. “I am ashamed to admit that even I feared you -- I, who had been tasked to see if Saturn could be taught to fight like any other Senshi, in the far distant past of the Silver Millennium... Those old memories, painful as they may have been, were why I knew that this life would be different for you. For Saturn to be raised by the Outer Senshi, to be taught from birth to use her powers, is the only way that your destructive power may be contained and used for more than ending a planet of system.” The Soldier of Pluto would not reveal to Hotaru just why those memories of past Saturns were painful, not yet.
Perhaps when she was older, and would better understand...
@pale0firefly continued from here
Leaning down, Setsuna pressed a kiss to the top of Hotaru’s head. She didn’t know what Haruka and Michiru thought of the chance they had to raise the reborn Soldier of Death and Rebirth, but the immortal Soldier of Time nd Space saw it as a chance to experience something that her reclusive nature and isolated post had never allowed before. She wished to know what it was like to love unconditionally, ad to have that same love returned. That in mind, she had gathered her daughter in her arms, and simply held her, offering support and comfort without intrusive words.
“ ahhhhh , pluto , are you absolutely sure small lady isn’t here ? “ cherry blossom hues have been scanning every nook and cranny of the palace for her princess during a game of hide and seek , but to no avail . “ i can’t think of anyplace else she would have gone . “ // @ateleiotos-chronos
“Have you checked her room?” It was always a pleasure to see the young feline, and even the sight of the dove-grey cat could bring a small smile to the usually impassive Time Guardian’s face. “It is entirely possible that she simply got sidetracked and decided that a nap was in order.” The young rose-haired Princess had greatly matured over the centuries, but certain things would never change.
‘ here’s to now and nothing else. ’ ‘ in this moment, i could die with you. ’ ‘ never felt like this before. ’ ‘ dizzy, drunk, and beautiful. ’ ‘ here’s to all this culture’s rules and your pretty things. ’ ‘ how dirty, wild, and juvenile. ’ ‘ we ain’t got no time for what tomorrow brings. ’ ‘ i never wanna be a distraction. ’ ‘ i feel okay all over, void of all composure. ’ ‘ i like the lips you kiss with. ’ ‘ your lips are bad behavior and i’m in danger. ’ ‘ i don’t have time for your feelings. ’ ‘ you’re insecure, but don’t be. ’ ‘ say soft, but don’t be gentle. ’ ‘ it’s altogether mental. ’ ‘ let’s go to a place where we can forget. ’ ‘ leaving’s overrated. ’ ‘ i wanna inhale you in small doses. ’ ‘ i wanna inhale you in small doses, but adore you like the roses. ’ ‘ you’re bad for me. ’ ‘ i’m a lush, i know you notice ’ ‘ what would you say if you could say everything you needed to, to the one you needed to? ’ ‘ you flash like a setting sun. ’ ‘ you come around, i come undone. ’ ‘ can’t find the sound under my tongue when i look at you. ’ ‘ i lose my voice when i look at you, ’ ‘ just another lovesick afternoon. ’ ‘ just yesterday, i couldn’t help but think of you. ’ ‘ you come around, i lose my brain. ’ ‘ i’ve been searching for the right words, but i can’t even find an echo. ’ ‘ don’t you let go. ’ ‘ there are only twenty-six letters i can use just to tell you i won’t let go. ’ ‘ you told me we were only two punch drunk souls tangled in the wind. ’ ‘ is the sadness everlasting? ’ ‘ it creeps on in to the calmness of yourself. ’ ‘ it creeps on in until it hurts like hell. ’ ‘ you know i never knew how much i was getting into. ’ ‘ i can’t say that i can make you feel complete or free from your worry. ’ ‘ babe, you’ll never be lonely. ’ ‘ don’t you understand? you’ll never be alone again. ’ ‘ do you remember the days we were golden? ’ ‘ for worse or for better. ’ ‘ we said forever, forever ago. ’ ‘ do you remember? ’ ‘ lets leave the lonesome heat behind for better weather. ’ ‘ always just where you are, not where you’ll always be. ’ ‘ so, wherever you are in the world, i want you to be there and only there. ’ ‘ please know that life would be shit without you. ’ ‘ i feel all sorts of good just thinking about you. ’ ‘ i genuinely hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for, even if you have to find it alone. ’ ‘ let’s take our time while it’s still ours to take ‘cause some things hardly change, but nothing ever stays the same. ’ ‘ let’s fall back in love. ’ ‘ let’s fall back in love with the world and who we are. ’ ‘ let’s do the things we never talked about, but never did before. ’ ‘ darling, don’t blink because you will. ’ ‘ and when you open up your eyes again, you may not recognize a friend. ’ ‘ it may be bittersweet ‘cause we’re no longer seventeen, but we’re still young. ’ ‘ dance with me in naivety and follow endlessly the sound of reverie. ’ ‘ the past is in the rear view and the future holds no weight. ’ ‘ we’ve got a lot, but what do we got to lose? ’ ‘ i’m losing track of time. ’ ‘ forget the hearts and all the flowers. ’ ‘ it’s tough to be anything these days, but i think i love time the most when i’m with you. ’ ‘ the truth doesn’t mean a thing. ’ ‘ don’t you get lost in the nostalgia. ’ ‘ it’s not too late. ’ ‘ the only thing i’m really sure of, i’m unsure of almost everything. ’ ‘ i’m looking up and looking forward. ’ ‘ there’s nothing back there for you or me. ’ ‘ so you say you are broken, beaten, used and mistreated. tired, shattered, bruised and battered. ’ ‘ i only wanna talk to you. ’ ‘ you see, yesterday i said tomorrow. i learned today tomorrow can’t be saved. ’ ‘ the less you know, the more. ’ ‘ i will speak in cursive about the way it was when days were young. ’ ‘ now the clock talks so loud, articulate and perfect, about the way it is. ’ ‘ we ain’t kids. ’ ‘ and did you know, i only wanna talk to you? ’ ‘ i remember feeling weightless in the deeper end and drowning in the fear again. ’ ‘ and the lovely little loneliness would hold me down under the sound of being found. ’ ‘ but then it all turned around. ’ ‘ dearly depressed and broken hearted… ’ ‘ i’d like to let you know that boys cry too. ’ ‘ don’t let them tell you how you’re feeling. ’ ‘ i wonder why nobody is asking you. ’ ‘ are you free or are you in sorrow? ’ ‘ are you free or are you being borrowed? ’ ‘ how do you feel? ’ ‘ what’s your condition? ’ ‘ you are alive, but are you living? ’ ‘ give me your voice and i’ll give it a listen. ’ ‘ are you complete or is something missing? ’ ‘ so tell me, do your hands shake? does your heart break? ’ ‘ whatever it is – whatever it isn’t – make sure that it’s real. ’ ‘ you’re not alone in how you’re feeling. ’ ‘ make sure it’s real, real, real. ’
((That moment when you’re mutuals with someone who has a wonderful muse, and you’re legit terrified of interacting with them because of said amazing muse...))
@mconqueen continued from here
Falling into step with her Queen wordlessly, Pluto said nothing until Serenity had finished speaking. Used to the cold mists and unchanging landscape of the Gates of Time as she was, even the synthetic flora and created atmosphere of the Moon were near a sensory overload for the Forgotten Soldier. However, millennia had taught her to keep her emotions to herself, and so the dusky-skinned soldier’s expression remained neutral, as she listened to the words of her Monarch.
A tiny part of Pluto wished to reach out to the Silver Queen, longed to touch as merely a woman, but she quashed it ruthlessly. Serenity was not hers to love, nor had she ever been or would she ever be. That was as absolute as the Three Taboos that had been laced upon the immortal and ageless Soldier of Time and Space. “I have felt it, Majesty.” She continued without hesitation, though her heart cried out.
“Your word is Law, my Queen, and so I swear.”
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