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Flash forward.

Juliet and her recollections of the past. It's getting near the end, I swear it is. O.o

You were once, my one companion,

You were all that mattered.

You were once my friend and father,

Then my world was shattered.

Rain drops dived from the darkened sky; clouds hanging over head like a shroud covered the gleam of a star studded night.

Heel, toes, heel, toes

Click… click…

She strode in through the gate; the only sounds made were the soft clipping of her long strides and the harsh patter of water droplets dancing upon the stoned pathway under her feet.

Golden hair, turned dark with the rain, was haphazardly thrown back by a leather thong, save for a few rouge locks. Lim, pale fingers clutched two roses, each with a deep blue ribbon twined around the stem. The cold, hard face framed by the aged gold was slick with rain, cheeks dampened by the downpour like she never let them be by tears. Eyes, deep as the sky, as cold and hard as ice, bore straight ahead, never a sigh upwards or a glance below.

Her booted feet took her to a familiar place. It looked the same as the rest of the property, but to her, this one was different, special.

Unique in a way that made her blood boil, made coldness enter her veins, and blew a cold breath across her heart, hardening it to stone.

A rock like the marker before her feet.

Domovoi Butler

The name emblazoned on the tomb stone was like a curse to her eyes. The beginning of a frown tugged at the corners of her lips, but she pressed them together tightly into a thin line.

Flat line…

beeeep…

Water trickled from the clouds, showering her with small kisses. Cascading down her face, a colder imitation of sobs that never fell.

She lowered her lashes, and a sigh slipped through her relaxed lips, her breath billowing out in white curls.

-"This is too weird for me, Dom. She just…" Juliet looked up at her brother, confusion cast across her physiognomy.

"I know," he murmured, pulling her close and speaking into her hair, "I know. She's too close to a memory."

Juliet wrapped her arms fondly around her brother, pressing an ear to his beating heat, hearing his labored breathing. She lifted her youthful face up to his more seasoned one.

"IF anything happens, it'll be me. Not you." She said sternly.

Butler smiled sister, "I know," he sighed, "I know."

Juliet quirked an eyebrow up at him, a smirk working its way into her features, "You seem to know everything these days."

"That I do," he nodded in mock seriousness, "I am both old and wise."

The both shared a laugh and hold onto each other again until Artemis stalked in. Juliet backed away from Butler, and gazed at her mater, her principle.-

She opened her eyes and felt the ghost of an embrace being washed away by rain and time.

The thing smile that memory had always brought to her slipped away, faded unlike scars- both broad and thing, internal and those upon her flesh.

She placed one of the roses at the base of the grave stone, lingering to let her numb fingers remain on the silk of the flower, tracing each petal gently. Slowly, she outlined the shape of fate, a picture of silver, and a self portrait of shadows, skimming up the stone to run her fingers across the letter engraved there.

D… o… m…

She closed her eyes again, a shiver running its way from her fingertip resting on the marble marker and coursed through the rest of her body.

-Artemis had returned to his study after his interrogation with the prisoner.

Prisoner…

Juliet turned the word over and over in her mind, pausing her current actions of chopping carrots to mentally prod at the word. She tried it on her tongue, softly.

"Prisoner…"

Butler glanced to his left at Juliet, vaguely wondering why she had paused. He noticed that a frown had tinged her face. Then she repeated the word. It tumbled from her lips to her brother's ears,

"Prisoner," Juliet looked up from the cutting board to her brother's eyes, "She's our prisoner."

Butler paused in his task of warming the cider. He took a wheezy breath and parted his lips as if he were to speak,

"Ju-"

"Butler?" Artemis' voice crackled over the intercom.

Butler pressed one of the blinking buttons on the intercom, "Yes?" he frowned. The system shouldn't be that unclear. He made a mental note to tinker around with it later on.

"Please have Juliet bring the Captain some dinner. She seems to have calmed down now."

He turned his gaze from the speaker to his sister, the words that were unsaid were shadows across his face. Juliet nodded at him, and he spoke, "Yes, Artemis."

Beep

Quiet settled over the kitchen as brother and sister shared a knowing glance. The cider simmered over low heat, the faucet dripped, two siblings emitted one last sigh together and the normal clatter of dish-preparing commenced.

A salad and glass of mineral water were set on a tray at one end counter. Juliet wiped her hands on her brother's apron, and headed towards the cell, meal in hand.

Her blue eyes cast an unwavering gaze before her and her shoes were softly tapping on the tiled floor.

Heel, toes, heel, toes.

Click… click… -

The sound of her steps echoed through her memory, traveled through time, and bounced off the stone architecture of the old cemetery.

Still grasped gently between rain frozen hands was the other rose, the petals dripping as if it wept for her and for memories.

She leisurely strolled between the statues that littered the cemetery, turning her eyes from the road ahead to the side at random times, fixing her eyes on figurines of fallen angels. One in particular held her gaze. It's dilapidated form seemingly staring at her in turn, sending a thrill through her veins. She stopped before it, holding the stone gray eyes steadily.

"Hello," it seemed to whisper with undertones of fondness.

She lowered her lashes, letting tides of cold wash over the shores of her being.

Sorry for the delay. : But I can't figure out what goes after this. icckel sniffle