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Hyacinth

All alone, I stood ,

Mirror reflected me,

A face of regret,

Grief, sadness, pathetic,

Despite the cracks I made,

I had done many wrong to you, truly,

You may choose to forgive me,

Or to despise me, forget me,

I still forgive your sins, I do,

The hyacinth continue to whisper,

“Forgive me, please, dear”,

It kept on pleading to you,

But not me, never to beg,

It’s your choice.

Yet, I still say those heavy words,

That I’m sorry.

(Another fanfic I guess. Work is boring. Using a Warlock Young Wolf because... I guess because I main one? That and describing robes in fics are like serotonin injected straight into my brain. YW will be using they/them pronouns, if any typos then I'm an idiot)

{In which the Witch Queen wonders about the other's silence}

The Young Wolf is content in their small hideaway within Mara Sov's Chambers. She isn't there yet from her meeting with whomever, so that gives the Guardian a place of silence to contemplate. But of course, there was one small issue.

"Hello Young Wolf." Savathun's drawl traced over the Guardian's head, threatening to scalp the outer layer of their mind.

The Guardian huffed.

This seems to surprise the Witch Queen, why it did, the Young Wolf didn't seem to care. The Witch Queen notes their posture. Cradled within a corner, watching the portal, twiddling their fingers. Hmm. Guardians are hardwired for combat, so one's fingers would naturally-

The Guardian stands. Their robes flow as they moved forward, and stand in front of the gates. Their small light, their Ghost emerges. Immediately the Guardian grabs their Ghost, who yelps out a "Hey!?" before being transmatted to wherever they go when they hide.

"You need not be so wary, Guardian. While I am encased within this prison, your Ghost is safe, not that I had the intention of harming them in the first place." Savathun whispers to the Guardian, who only gave a shrug in response.

There it is again, another gesture, another without a word. Savathun has heard them speak, but not directly to them, the Witch Queen. How can she bend and manipulate another, when they would not converse? Their silence is palpable and reeks of... of... Guilt? One of the most powerful creatures she has ever come across, possibly one of the closest in terms of the Final Shape, and it feels guilt? A stench of regret, a smear of wishing! Wishing what? Wishing to do more? What could this walking puppet of death and Light wish they could do, when they could do anything they so desired with their Light?

"Stop." A voice speaks, rough with edge. Of a veteran, of someone not so easily fooled.

Savathun's emotion surges, she feels her worm claw at it, but she tamps it down. The Guardian spoke to her! But about what? What do they mean stop?

A grunt could be heard from beneath the carapace helm of the Guardian, and Savathun looks more properly. Her thinking has flooded the room with her thoughts, and it seems to antagonize the Guardian.

From the swirling mist of her thoughts, a figure rose. The Guardian readied their weapon, a sleek white and black hand cannon. The shape completely solidifies, and the Guardian nearly drops their weapon out of surprise.

They choke out a word, a name, in their horror. "Cayde?"

Savathun mentally leans forward, a contemplative grin lacing her lips. She wills the green mist to dissipate.

The mist and the figure borne from it disappear leaving the Guardian to think for a moment before holstering their weapon and turning towards the portal.

Before they stepped through the Guardian calls in a angry voice, their robes whistling in furious undulation. "That was a foul trick. Be wary, O Witch Queen. For I know what tricks you may play."

The Witch Queen's eyes all narrow. What? What could they possibly talking about?

At that moment, Mara Sov enters the chambers, the Techeuns appearing shortly after. They sense the hostile aura and turn to the Guardian who has stepped aside to allow Mara Sov through.

Mara Sov gazes at the Guardian's helmet, aimed at the Witch Queen. It does not help that their aura betrays their intent. If the Witch Queen makes a wrong move before they stepped out, they would destroy the Witch Queen, prison, flesh and bone. All of it.

Stasis crackles around the Guardian's fingertips. Before disappearing away. They step through the portal, and are seen no more.

Mara Sov turns to Savathun and asks. "What was that all about?"

"A misunderstanding." Savathun lies easily through her teeth. She had gained an understanding.

Now. Who is 'Cayde?'