Isobel Brandt \\ Persephone (praxidike) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-07-03 15:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: space, issan ren |
now i'm lost in you
Who: Issan Vox & Abeloth.
What: Issan gives herself completely to her goddess, and is reborn.
When: Following this.
Where: A nameless location in space.
Rating: G.
The small shuttlecraft carrying Issan Vox removed itself from Rori through autopilot; Issan did not trust herself to steer the craft even when of a sober, singular mind, and now, following the confrontation with Glasya, she did not trust herself to do anything.
She had removed herself to a small room outside the cockpit, her vision blurred. Her anger had no direction; Glasya had indeed betrayed her sister to their mutual enemy, but she truly had no one to blame but herself. The things he said hurt all the same -- the fact that he would have done it again if pressed sliced her heart open, forcing it to bleed anew. She closed her eyes, leaning against one wall of the ship for support as she slowly sank to her knees on the floor. Issan pressed her forehead to the cool metal of the ship, trying to find a space inside her mind that was not already occupied by rampant thought or the other entity who would use this event against her.
Now is not the time to sit and cry, it said. We must move. You know where to find the ones that took her. We must go to them, for they will not offer any information to us willingly.
"They are stronger than me, by far," she whispered, her voice echoing in the quiet of the ship. The astromech handling the navigation gave her no second glance, and Issan found herself hating the simple piece of machinery. "I can do nothing."
Alone, perhaps, but with me, we will be unstoppable. You need only let me in, inimioară.
Issan's heart thumped in her chest, the pain she felt reverberating throughout her form. All she wanted to do, at that moment, was cry, and she could feel hot tears escaping from beneath her closed lashes. She pressed a hand to her chest as though she could will her heart back into one whole piece. She wanted all of it undone -- to take things back far enough so that this betrayal had never come to pass. There were so many things she could have done differently -- told Glasya, told Dee and Madelena, brought them together, or never have sought them out at all. How was she to know it would end like this? Part of her wished she'd never pressed her desires toward Glasya at all, as though removing such a thing would make this hurt any less.
It is not over yet, inimioară, the voice crooned. Issan imagined a soft hand petting over her hair, smoothing it down and back behind one ear. There is time yet to save her, and save ourselves. You need only let me in.
The hand broke into two, lifting her chin and tilting her head back as the other slid down the nape of her neck. They were a lover's hands, and the thought knit her brow in frustration and lit her heart with agony.
Give me your pain. Give me your fear. I will make it all right. You've given yourself to me before, inimioară, now I ask that you do so only once more. I will give you everything you've ever asked for. This is my price.
Issan swallowed, the words resting just beyond her lips. She could feel hot breath on her face, and the thought that she could wrest it all back from those who had stolen her dreams gave her the slightest flicker of hope. There was still time to see Dathomir rebuilt, still time to save her Nightsisters, still time to save herself. She knew the one thing she had to do in order to see it done, and, having fallen so far, Issan could see no loss in the prospect.
"Yes, my goddess," she whispered, opening her mind fully to the entity that had lurked outside the boundaries for so long. She repeated the words again, and felt herself engulfed. It was almost instantaneous -- Issan was burned clean away. Where before the vision had been but a dream, now her mind was wholly submerged in another being. It wasn't as it had been with Glasya; this was more. She was consumed. Everything that had been Issan was taken and snapped up by the being that would have her physical body.
Her hand pressed to the wall, fingers curling out like spider legs as she who had been Issan climbed to her feet. Abeloth straightened her back, feeling the muscles sliding under flesh. She breathed out a sigh of contentment, too long having missed the feeling of skin and bone and teeth beneath her touch. Hands went to her head, feeling the planes of her cheeks and the roundness of her lips. She laughed, the sound hitting the air with a musical quality. Fingers slipped through black tresses, sliding over braids, and she laughed again, this time a hint of madness betraying itself. How long it had been since she had been without form! How long she had been without true sustenance, without prayer, without worshippers.
The thoughts brought her back to the current moment, and Abeloth's eyes opened with a new determination. She dipped into Issan's memories and pulled forth the massive First Order start ship, the Finalizer. If she was to find Dee's location, she would have to start with the head of the snake. Abeloth pulled her robes smooth, and entered the cockpit, where she searched for the ship's current location. As she had told Issan, the goddess would not be so easily thwarted.
With the coordinates in place, Abeloth bid the ship forward. There was little precious time to lose when it came to regaining her fallen sister, and to begin her true conquering of the galaxy.