Syntra
Baba Yaga
A date. A date! It was totally inappropriate to date as a princess, of course-- bestowing your affections upon others like that was a sign of possessing a peasant’s mind, deep down in your heart. What was a date, after all, if not a trial ride? A way of saying ‘hmm, not sure if I really want to commit?’ And Selene, being the total prize that she was, deserved not such treatment! So, by all the strands of logic imaginable, this should have offended her beyond reason. ‘Are you saying that you don’t want to do right by me, Sol?’ ‘I never want to see you again.’ ‘Shove your buzzwords where the sun doesn’t shine, I have no need of healthy relationship progression and reasonable expectations!’ All of those reactions would have been suitable enough, Selene thought, and almost, almost she did say something like that. You know what prevented her from doing so, though? The absolute joy that the combination of the words ‘Sol’ and ‘date’ triggered, shining brighter than any star in the sky. By the Moon, what if I look like a jester? Am I even wearing proper clothes for a date? The loss of her eyesight hadn’t impacted her life as much as she had expected it to, but oh, was Selene lamenting it now! Winning the genetic lottery or not, some things could not be handwaved with her natural beauty-- for example, that wouldn’t save her from accidentally picking a pastel outfit. (The mere thought of that made the moon princess shudder. Her wardrobe contained no such vile pieces, she was sure, but what if Luna had sabotaged her? What if, in addition to her eyes, she had decided to take away her very dignity as well? Ugh. How come that we still don’t have the mortal equivalent of Google? Because I need to google ‘how to find out if you’re wearing pastel clothes,’ like, yesterday! …huh, Google. What was that? Some kind of fairly fashionable glasses, Selene concluded. 'Steampunk aesthetics' came to mind, though she dared not guess what was hiding behind that phrase.)
More words were being offered to her, and while Normal!Selene would have spat upon such a nasty gift, she couldn't very well do that now-- not paying attention was the greatest crime of dating, it seemed, so it wouldn't have been... uhh, strategic. Yes. (That, and maybe some part of her did find Sol's ramblings a little endearing. As long as you didn't take them too seriously, they were pleasant to listen to, weren't they? Kind of like an exotic parrot's strange little song, pretty but void of meaning. ...haha. See how great of a not-girlfriend Selene could be? Respecting the differences between them and such, even if it was obvious that Sol was missing more than a few cogs in that abomination that she called her brain. Truly, it didn't shock her that the role fit her like a glove-- deceiving her way into people's hearts was what a ruler did, and the only path to a harmonious relationship as well. As in, what else were you supposed to do? Open up, with all those inconvenient vulnerabilities and opinions that would only lead to conflict? Pfft! Conflicts were game over, which Selene wasn't at all keen to experience. ...princesses who failed, you see, didn't get to stay around to witness the aftermath. No, not how that worked. 'Next!' Luna would shout, with the exact same amount of care with which you'd throw away an old, leaky pair of boots, and then--)
"I have to agree. I can tell that zero percent effort went into this, too. Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate the classics, but why can't it be more of a Sisyphus and less of a... I don't know, the Sunday Church version?" the moon princess furrowed her brow. "It feels censored. Despite all the pointless violence, they somehow managed to sanitize it. Can you believe? There's not a single creative bone in their body, I'm telling you."
The denizens of the hell dimension just couldn't leave them alone, though, and while Selene did resent them for that, she also couldn't blame them-- after a literal eternity of 'oooh, burn for your sins, harlot,' their minds must have been desperate for fresh stimuli. And, really, why would they not flock to her? With all the awesomeness dripping from her pores, Selene must have attracted them like flames attracted moths! (...or like dogs were attracted to their own vomit. Just a matter of interpretation, really.) "Freeing the titans?" she repeated, her tone tainted with disbelief. "The titans were imprisoned because they intended to overthrow our divine mothers. Don't you know that? Is that sin not great enough to warrant eternal damnation?" Then again, the more Selene thought of it, the more reasonable it seemed. Luna and Helia were two of the worst goddesses that she knew, and no, it wasn't for a lack of suitable candidates! More and more, she was becoming convinced that the Moon would be better off if, say, a random snail ruled over it. Maybe even a worm. (Besides, wasn't it an honored moon court tradition to murder one's family? Luna herself had slaughtered her own mother in cold blood, and the pattern Selene saw there pleased her. Perhaps she does deserve her fair share of suffering, as a treat.)
"I have changed my glorious mind," she announced. "Let us go, Sol. Together, we will face our destiny." (Was that too clingy for their first day? Cringey, as all the cool kids would have said? Nonsense, Selene scoffed. I am the future queen, and thus exist in an entirely separate dimension. Cringe cannot touch me. ...unless Sol thinks I'm lame, oh my goddess, oh my goddess, oh my goddess!)
The titans, as it turned out, were chained together, chilling in a pit of lava-- rusted chains were binding them together, uncomfortably tight and burrowing into their flesh. (Wait, were they even chains? Because they were moving, and Selene was pretty sure that non-living things didn't generally do that. Like, not without her permission! That analysis turned out to be spot on, too, when the blasted thing started to speak.)
"Princess Selene? Princess Sol?" Selene couldn't tell how she knew, but the voice sounded creepy-crawly. If you asked her what a worm should sound like, then she would describe it exactly like that! "Has the time come for you to feast on the titans already? Well then, don't be shy, join me in the lava! I've been nibbling on them for centuries, but I did leave the best parts for you."
"Piss off," one of the titans mumbled. "Can't even fucking think of their own punishments, the dumbass anti-communication queens! This is some Prometheus-tier bullshit."
More words were being offered to her, and while Normal!Selene would have spat upon such a nasty gift, she couldn't very well do that now-- not paying attention was the greatest crime of dating, it seemed, so it wouldn't have been... uhh, strategic. Yes. (That, and maybe some part of her did find Sol's ramblings a little endearing. As long as you didn't take them too seriously, they were pleasant to listen to, weren't they? Kind of like an exotic parrot's strange little song, pretty but void of meaning. ...haha. See how great of a not-girlfriend Selene could be? Respecting the differences between them and such, even if it was obvious that Sol was missing more than a few cogs in that abomination that she called her brain. Truly, it didn't shock her that the role fit her like a glove-- deceiving her way into people's hearts was what a ruler did, and the only path to a harmonious relationship as well. As in, what else were you supposed to do? Open up, with all those inconvenient vulnerabilities and opinions that would only lead to conflict? Pfft! Conflicts were game over, which Selene wasn't at all keen to experience. ...princesses who failed, you see, didn't get to stay around to witness the aftermath. No, not how that worked. 'Next!' Luna would shout, with the exact same amount of care with which you'd throw away an old, leaky pair of boots, and then--)
"I have to agree. I can tell that zero percent effort went into this, too. Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate the classics, but why can't it be more of a Sisyphus and less of a... I don't know, the Sunday Church version?" the moon princess furrowed her brow. "It feels censored. Despite all the pointless violence, they somehow managed to sanitize it. Can you believe? There's not a single creative bone in their body, I'm telling you."
The denizens of the hell dimension just couldn't leave them alone, though, and while Selene did resent them for that, she also couldn't blame them-- after a literal eternity of 'oooh, burn for your sins, harlot,' their minds must have been desperate for fresh stimuli. And, really, why would they not flock to her? With all the awesomeness dripping from her pores, Selene must have attracted them like flames attracted moths! (...or like dogs were attracted to their own vomit. Just a matter of interpretation, really.) "Freeing the titans?" she repeated, her tone tainted with disbelief. "The titans were imprisoned because they intended to overthrow our divine mothers. Don't you know that? Is that sin not great enough to warrant eternal damnation?" Then again, the more Selene thought of it, the more reasonable it seemed. Luna and Helia were two of the worst goddesses that she knew, and no, it wasn't for a lack of suitable candidates! More and more, she was becoming convinced that the Moon would be better off if, say, a random snail ruled over it. Maybe even a worm. (Besides, wasn't it an honored moon court tradition to murder one's family? Luna herself had slaughtered her own mother in cold blood, and the pattern Selene saw there pleased her. Perhaps she does deserve her fair share of suffering, as a treat.)
"I have changed my glorious mind," she announced. "Let us go, Sol. Together, we will face our destiny." (Was that too clingy for their first day? Cringey, as all the cool kids would have said? Nonsense, Selene scoffed. I am the future queen, and thus exist in an entirely separate dimension. Cringe cannot touch me. ...unless Sol thinks I'm lame, oh my goddess, oh my goddess, oh my goddess!)
The titans, as it turned out, were chained together, chilling in a pit of lava-- rusted chains were binding them together, uncomfortably tight and burrowing into their flesh. (Wait, were they even chains? Because they were moving, and Selene was pretty sure that non-living things didn't generally do that. Like, not without her permission! That analysis turned out to be spot on, too, when the blasted thing started to speak.)
"Princess Selene? Princess Sol?" Selene couldn't tell how she knew, but the voice sounded creepy-crawly. If you asked her what a worm should sound like, then she would describe it exactly like that! "Has the time come for you to feast on the titans already? Well then, don't be shy, join me in the lava! I've been nibbling on them for centuries, but I did leave the best parts for you."
"Piss off," one of the titans mumbled. "Can't even fucking think of their own punishments, the dumbass anti-communication queens! This is some Prometheus-tier bullshit."