There was much more to the fool and the priestess than the legends hold.
A feathery touch
A gentle gesture
A dream of pureness
A simple love
The Priestess relies less on her connection to the physical world to make her judgments and complete tasks and more on her inner strengths and powerful insight.
She is still beautiful and youthful, retaining her ivory complexion and large onyx-colored eyes. Many times, she has been compared to a little Japanese doll - a metaphor she dislikes.
If she closes her eyes she can remember blood spilt like milk, callous eyes and a raw scream.
But she tries her hardest not to, even though she knows full well what has happened since then.
Her foolish pure and simple love.
Flames danced. There was no other way to describe it in her mind. It writhed, it dipped, it jumped and glided to a beat of its own, the chemical reaction releasing a show. Oxygen, energy, and fuel, combined to create something like life, joyful release into the darkness.
The priestess couldn't help her fascination with it. Whatever her problems with her inheritance, their symbol always seemed so alive. She had never had much interest in such things. The chariot's realm was not hers, spiraling webs of concern over strength and protection.
He was so silence. Always had been, always focused on the next hurdle, and what to use to get over it.
He learned quickly. His persona was not his end all, not the impetus for his soaking up of knowledge, no…It merely increased the amount of information he could process. What he could do, he learned, and there was very little he could not do once he put his mind to it. Mathematics, history, medicine, strategy-Into the field he bravely struck, conquering subject after subject by experimenting and practicing. She loved his determination, his will and knowledge to do what needed to be done, and his courage.
She materializes in the midst of the blossoms, just shy of a young girl. She spins around once or twice, letting out a guileless laugh he had never heard from her on earth. The priestess is once again the young, carefree country girl of her youth; the girl she should liked to have remained forever. She looks back at him with a smile full of white, crooked teeth and raises her hand in a wave goodbye. He lifts a hand in return… the same hand he uses moments later to end her life.
After finishing his task, stabbing her in the back until the blood flows no more, he turns her over and lays her in the center of the world. A small smile hangs on her lips, and he mashes his own lips together in an effort to hold back a sob. He has succeeded – bringing him into the world may have been agonizing for her, but he has made sure that her way out of it has been painless.
And yet, as he stares at chariot's panicked face not fifteen minutes later, he feels as if someone is slitting his throat and stabbing him in the back. A gloss of heartlessness descends upon him as he looks in to his friends horrified eyes, and he lets them swallow him like the hellish abyss he can now send his own enemies to.
"For love…"
And where the fool would felt bliss and purness…
He would again turn into void and silence.
...
"Can I say it again?"
"Souji-kun..."
"I love you."