Summary: Icon Challenge Drabble fic for Star of the Tarot.


she told me once, 'you won't forget me'

The last moment, whether in words or a look, is always that same message, the fear of being forgotten, the terror of the wrecked Tower even in the pool of Starlight.

And every time she reaches out, finger tips that are not finger tips, to brush a cheek or hand or rest over a heart. She cannot forget them for she is of them, woken by them, each one, and they cannot forget her for she is the light, the silver lining on every path, no matter how deeply hidden -

the words, the path and gesture may be different, but the message, her message is always the same.