A soft rapping at the door to their home drew all the ex-pilots into the living room. Each starring silently at the door. Wondering who would visit them at such a late hour on such a stormy night. Rain poured in torrents of rage and anger from the skies. Beating against their small house and pounding against the glass windows. The day had grown dark earlier than usual. Clouds covering the sky and shielding all sunlight. Even Quatre had seemed affected by the sudden change in weather. Becoming silent and staying close to the windows. Starring out of them for hours. As if waiting for something.
"Who could that be?" Duo asked aloud. It was near three in the morning.
Shrugging Trowa shook his head. Tilting it to the side slightly when Quatre strode forward. The small blonde calmly opening the door to the thundering storm. "I knew you'd come." They heard him whisper out into the empty darkness.
A quiet laugh pulled them closer to the door. "I had heard you returned to this place. And have searched long for you." It was a distinctly female voice. It's laugh a light tinkle. It sounded of long age and deep sorrow. Yet still held a whimsical beauty. They could only imagine what its owner actually looked like.
It was Quatres turn to laugh. "You? Search? I thought you always knew where I was."
"The world has grown large since our time. It's not as easy to get around as it used to be."
Nodding he stepped aside. "Come out of the rain Lune-Mère. You're soaking wet."
From the shadows stepped a young woman. Her dark hair plastered to her neck and face. Curling around her too pale complexion. It hung in loose waves down her back. She wore dark colored cloths. Her tight shirt only clinging tighter. Its sleeves rolled up to her elbows and its neck line cut low. Small shorts revealed long legs and small sneaker encased feet. But it was her eyes that shocked and amazed them. Her doe shaped eyes had no pupil or Iris. No coloring except what so ever. They were black voids of endless nothingness that seemed to glow in the dim light. At her side hobbled a scraggly looking dog. It hid behind her legs and whimpered in the cold. "Mer-Musique." She whispered touching her fingertips to Quatres face. Her mystic eyes softening. "Te êtes tant belles comme je rapellez."
Though not all of them understood what she said they knew it had to have been a compliment of some kind. A bright blush tinted Quatres cheekbones. "How long will you stay with me Lune?" He asked. His words laced with a deep longing. A need they had never heard from the quiet blonde Arabian.
Smiling she stepped back and picked up the wet dog. "As long as you will have me."
"Then you will be her be long time." He replied in kind.
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Lune-Mère: Moon-Mother
Mer-Musique: Sea Music
Te êtes tant belles comme je rapellez: You are as beautiful as I remember
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I can't promise this will be updated regularly. I'm still kinda sketchy on the actual purpose of the story. I'm just writing it as it comes. Tell me what you think.
The Empress of Existence