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van and arietta.

[xehanoot]

You came, and I was mad to have you: your breath cooled my heart that was burning with desire.

They meet again, in death.

Van's gaze is cool upon her, and she trembles only a little as her fingers pick at the plush in her arms. Even in death, he cuts an intimidating figure. But then again, he'd never turn his blade on her--not Arietta, whom he took in and watched over, whom he'd made a God General. Not Arietta, so frail and small with an incredible talent for artes, stifled deep under layers and layers of insecurity and pain.

His gaze never wavers, and Arietta is the one to speak up. Her voice is small, and she clutches her doll tight, so tight...

"Commandant--"

"Did you fail?"

Arietta flinches, and his words pierce any sort of shield she might have put up. It cuts deep, right into her heart.

"Yes, Commandant."

"I see."

He doesn't say anything else. Arietta presses her face against her doll and doesn't dare look up. It might be seconds or minutes or days or weeks or years before she lifts her head. He's already gone.

Or, maybe, he was never there.