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A/N:
You wouldn't be reading this shot if it weren't by CovertEyes, who edited it and told me it wasn't as bad as I thought it was lol Thank you!
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Seventh Moon
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Varie in the Sky with Energists
(Oneshot)
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Varie floated in the sky, translucent like a thought. She extended her arms upright, and a green energist appeared with a ray of light, floating smoothly towards Van.
Her youngest son was already too deep in the apathy of the aftershock after all the things he witnessed only ten miets before —a very dead Balgus still drilling lessons into his skull in front of the ruins of his home, surrounded by the morose souls of all those he had killed— that he took things just as they happened. It was easier than blaming the mushroom soup he had for supper.
Van extended his hand and waited.
Everyone below held their breath, their gazes focused on the tiny stone.
The damned thing was taking its sweet time to descend. Van's arm eventually tired and he lowered it, rested his hands on his hips, and the others started to do their own stuff: Allen and his band of misfits boarded the Crusade again, Millerna rushed behind them in an attempt to leave Dryden behind, and Hitomi and Merle began chatting about mysterious women stuff… right?
Sighing, he looked around the place. It almost felt completely normal, if it only weren't for the concentric, white ruins of the civilisation from which he supposedly directly descended.
Varie was still suspended in the sky, focused, arms extended, not taking the energist out of her sight.
It was approaching… finally.
Van extended his right arm again, and the energist moved slightly to the right to fall on his open hand. He didn't notice, but Varie swiped translucent sweat from her brow and smiled, relieved. Van wrinkled his nose: the energist gave out a peculiar smell.
"You know what to do, my son."
And after that ominous instruction, she faded away into nothingness.
But her son didn't know what to do except to tell Merle to clean the thing. Varie never spent enough time with Van for him to be trained in the arts of motherly translation.
The war ended. Their kingdom —rather, her son's kingdom— was rebuilt. Gaea was enjoying a placate and peaceful era. Van grew up some inches in height and some others in width. He took a liking for curry cream pastries, light sleep, talking to himself, and archery. His children learned from a very young age that it was useless and unfunny to play hide and seek with him. At least their mother pretended. He was a weird and wise King, loved by the people, feared by the bad guys.
And still, when he looked at his green energist while working in his study —he used the stone as a paperweight for the rejected documents— he didn't know what to do with it.
He often murmured to himself, "Mother, what is it for?"
Unbeknownst to him, far away, in the great beyond and further, there's a land (let's call it land) where Queen Varie and King Goau rule over a kingdom of eternity until eternity is no more. They are loved by their people (let's call them people), and indulge themselves in hot baths, massages, and sweet pastries. Their oldest son usually leaves them for themselves, probably with a land (let's call it that) to rule as the king he was meant to be alongside his two whiskered girlfriends (with no intention of calling them anything else).
King Goau, his whole body submerged in a steamy pool, a cucumber slice in each eye, suddenly recalls something he wanted to ask his wife.
"My lovely piscus," he calls her.
She turns her head to his direction, pretending to look at him through her own vegetable-ly eyes. "Yes, love?"
"Do you remember my green energist? Tiny, oval shaped, with a pretty shade of gold in the centre?"
The cucumbers fall from her eyes when she opens them surprised. Her husband doesn't notice, he's still neck-deep in the water, carefree and casual.
"Yes, I remember," she confesses, taking the floating slices. "Now that you mention it, I haven't seen it in a while."
"Yes, it's strange. I've never displaced anything in my life—" he said, confusing life with existence, "—and yet, my foot massage energist is lost." He raises a long, hairy, and muscled leg from the water, and wiggles every toe on his large foot.
Varie closes her eyes in disgust and replaces the cucumber slices over each eye. "Maybe Folken took it."
"I will ask him next time. Please, remind me if I forget."
"Yes dear, I will."
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A/N:
"Miets" are Gaean minutes, different duration, though.
I think I was in an uber ride, musing about random stuff when suddenly a weird thing came to mind, so I wrote the prompt and left it there, waiting for the moment to elaborate on it.
This scene in Atlantis is so strange, if you don't pay attention you don't have time to understand what's happening. Since we see the green energist working that one time only, I imagined Van would try to guess what else to do with it afterwards.
Thanks for reading!
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