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and last but definitely not least of the art dumps is warrior nun
gosh I miss this show
my body is not a flesh prison, it’s a divine weapon that I get to inhabit during my time on this earth. And also it’s fuckable like crazy
Am I dreaming?! Is this real life?!!!! Did..did we finally get a win!
… but when Ava healed Mother Superion and it healed her face scars did it also heal her halo scar? Is her halo scar (right over her spine) why she’s been walking with a cane? Or has her use of the cane always been fake because knife canes are shit walking aids?
Beatrice dies first. Of old age, surrounded by friends and loved ones, with Ava holding her hand. (Well, technically Ava died first. And second. Maybe even third and fourth. But Beatrice wasn’t coming back from this one. There was only one halo and it had already given them seventy four years together.) Beatrice lives to ninety seven. Her hand trembles when she holds something too long or too high. She needs glasses to see half as well as she once could. She’s cold all the time. She’s lived a long life, full of service as she knew it would be when she was young. She’s lived a joyful life, full of love undreamt of when she was young.
Funny how nearly eighty years after learning about the OCS she still doesn’t truly know what comes next. Ava’s certain there’s nothing. She tries to hide it anytime either one of them get close to death, but Beatrice has spent a lifetime learning everything she could about her wife. Ava may have hidden it when they were young and fresh in their love. There was no hope of hiding it now. Not after more hours spent learning the shape of the others soul than they had lived when they first met. “I don’t want to leave you,” Beatrice confesses.
Ava looks the way she did when they first met. Like a handful. Beatrice squeeze’s her hand and Ava squeezes back. The unconscious habit of decades a subtle signalling that they are both here. Together. Ava lifts her unbound hand and caresses Beatrice’s cheek. “Bold of you to assume I’d let you,” Ava teases with the same gamine smile she’d given when they were just best friends hiding out in Switzerland and she’d kissed Beatrice’s cheek and called Beatrice boss and mother with equal affection. The same gamine smile she’d given when she returned to the other side with nightmares hidden in her eyes. The same gamine smile she’d given when she’d knelt on one knee with the divinium laced ring secure around Beatrice’s ring finger in her hand and a question on her lips. The same gamine smile she’d given when they danced together at their son’s (Digeo’s) wedding, and years later their granddaughter’s.
Beatrice has had a lifetime of this smile. It’s still not enough. Beatrice can feel herself smiling back, gentle adoration filling her just as it always has around Ava. “I made a promise to always be by your side.” Beatrice whispers.
Ava’s smile turns soft. “Funny, I remember making the same promise just a little while after that. This life, Bea, this love, it’s a two way street. This time, you go first. I won’t be far behind.”
Beatrice frowns, brushing a tired thumb over the smooth supple skin of Ava’s hand. “You don’t have to.” She says. “You could stay. Live.” Ava could live. Supernatural healing had kept her in the prime of her youth for seventy four years. It could keep her there an unknown amount of time longer. Ava never had to face that blank emptiness of death ever again. Not with the halo glowing in her back. Beatrice wouldn’t begrudge her that choice. Ever. “You deserve life.”
Ava smiles, half heart broken with sadness and half heart full of joy. “This life we had, it’s been more than anyone could deserve. This journey’s been a gift.” Ava says. “I’m sorry.” At Beatrice’s questioning eyebrow she explains. “I’m only now realizing how cruel it was to ask you to live. How could I have life without you?”
Beatrice blinks, slower, more lethargic. The beeping of her heart monitor seems to slow with her thoughts. “I understand,” Beatrice says. Ava was her everything and she may have survived losing her after just a few months of knowing her, just a few minutes of having her, but the idea of doing so now is preposterous. “Take your time,” the words come out softer and softer, slower and slower. “I’ll wait for you.” Beatrice doesn’t say goodbye. Not to Ava.
She passes away five hours later, still asleep. Ava keeps hold of her wife’s hand, feels the moment the soul she’s so in love with slips free of it. Then, the longest surviving Halo Bearer, the warrior who fought an Angel and won a holy war, the woman who loved Beatrice, throws back her hand and screams. Divinity burns it’s way free of her back. The halo glows bright and brighter still as it follows one last command. Ava’s body collapses across Beatrice’s as her soul follows her love’s into the dark.
I think Avatrice would be like, that elderly couple who die within days of each other, not because they can’t live without each other, but they’re at the end of their lives anyway and they just don’t want to. They were each other’s best friend, each other’s person. Their life was always a joint project, and it seems like a good end, to not be apart for too long.
what if the halo chose ava despite having no training specifically because she's full of desire. the halo doesn't see her will to live as selfishness, but at one with its own existence. pure life. a microcosm of the breathing universe. there's enough love for the world in ava to safely, sacredly contain a power that's a sealed vessel of the spiritus, of the living purified souls of every being. she will do it justice, she is at one with the want to exist. the spiritus in its purest form: i want to live
ava is not an atheist. ava is an *animist.* she sits on beaches playing with sand like a geomancer conducting rituals of reverence. she speaks of cities like they're friends she wants to make. she prayed not to "heaven" but straight to the stars. look at the way she appreciates life. she worships *life itself.* ava is the perfect halo bearer because she is who she is. the halo itself is fighting to live, too
petition for ava to call jesus bea's ex-husband in ssn 3
petition for ava to call jesus bea's ex-husband in ssn 3
and when the avatrice reunion episode is titled I Corinthians 13:4-8 WHAT THEN
and when the avatrice reunion episode is titled I Corinthians 13:4-8 WHAT THEN