sm_monthly May 31 theme
Title: In Time, All Things…
Author: purplekitte
Medium: Fanfic
Theme: Slash/Femmeslash--Memento Mori
Genre: Romance, Angst
Version: Manga
Rating: PG
“Hello, dearie. Is it Friday already? Well of course it must be since you’re here.”
“It is. Good to see you, ma’am.”
“I believe I remember seeing your aunt in earlier this week, but I’m not sure it was her. I’ll have to check the sign-in records for who that woman was visiting.”
“Hotaru was visiting? She may have been. I don’t know.” She smiled and returned the pen and the sign-in sheet.
“Go on in to see your grandmother, dearie. I’ll remind you when visiting hours are almost over.”
“Thank you,” she told the nurse, even though she never needed the warning to remember when it was.
Inside the room, she opened the curtains and put fresh flowers in a vase before leaning over the old woman in the bed and kissing her on the parchment-like skin of her cheek and then her dry lips. “Hello, Michiru.”
“Hello, Setsuna. Coral roses? I thought Nemesisian daisies were all the rage just now.”
“They are, which is inflating the price terribly. I’ll admit my sole reason for these particular flowers was that they were on sale.”
“I suppose trying to teach you the language of the flowers would be a lost cause.”
“I only care about whether or not they’re pretty, but you know I also feel passionately about you.”
“Your sarcasm warms an old woman’s heart.”
“Hm.”
“Perhaps you have a libido, but I don’t. You haven’t aged a day.”
Setsuna nodded acknowledgement. “Has Hotaru been by lately?”
“Yes. I was going to tell you. Her daughter and granddaughters had just been to see her.”
“That’s nice. I haven’t seen them lately.”
“Are you detaching yourself from us mere mortals?”
“You know me too well, dear. I keep up with our daughter still, but I’m not inclined to picking up an entire family for how many generations.”
“Will you see them again, after I die?”
“Yes.”
“Firstly, you’re supposed to say, ‘No, you’re not dying.’ Secondly, I meant see them more than once.”
“The first is a lie no matter who it’s said to. The second, I was not implying ‘only when I visit them as a psychopomp for their souls.’”
“I thought it was the spirit of Saturn who did that.”
Usually she was reluctant to speak of such things, but she admitted now, “Saturn is change, the moment of passing from life to death, the moment of rebirth from death to life. Between is mine.”
“I suppose there’s no sense expecting white lies from someone who wouldn’t even notice there’s nothing particularly medically wrong with me and can see clear as day I’m just at the end of my time. I shouldn’t have outlived her. I’ll fix that soon.”
“Yes.”
They sat in silence for awhile. Michiru did not ask ‘Will you miss me?’ or implore ‘Don’t.’ “There is one common fate of all that is born. Including you.” It was almost a question.
“Of course.”
Author: purplekitte
Medium: Fanfic
Theme: Slash/Femmeslash--Memento Mori
Genre: Romance, Angst
Version: Manga
Rating: PG
“Hello, dearie. Is it Friday already? Well of course it must be since you’re here.”
“It is. Good to see you, ma’am.”
“I believe I remember seeing your aunt in earlier this week, but I’m not sure it was her. I’ll have to check the sign-in records for who that woman was visiting.”
“Hotaru was visiting? She may have been. I don’t know.” She smiled and returned the pen and the sign-in sheet.
“Go on in to see your grandmother, dearie. I’ll remind you when visiting hours are almost over.”
“Thank you,” she told the nurse, even though she never needed the warning to remember when it was.
Inside the room, she opened the curtains and put fresh flowers in a vase before leaning over the old woman in the bed and kissing her on the parchment-like skin of her cheek and then her dry lips. “Hello, Michiru.”
“Hello, Setsuna. Coral roses? I thought Nemesisian daisies were all the rage just now.”
“They are, which is inflating the price terribly. I’ll admit my sole reason for these particular flowers was that they were on sale.”
“I suppose trying to teach you the language of the flowers would be a lost cause.”
“I only care about whether or not they’re pretty, but you know I also feel passionately about you.”
“Your sarcasm warms an old woman’s heart.”
“Hm.”
“Perhaps you have a libido, but I don’t. You haven’t aged a day.”
Setsuna nodded acknowledgement. “Has Hotaru been by lately?”
“Yes. I was going to tell you. Her daughter and granddaughters had just been to see her.”
“That’s nice. I haven’t seen them lately.”
“Are you detaching yourself from us mere mortals?”
“You know me too well, dear. I keep up with our daughter still, but I’m not inclined to picking up an entire family for how many generations.”
“Will you see them again, after I die?”
“Yes.”
“Firstly, you’re supposed to say, ‘No, you’re not dying.’ Secondly, I meant see them more than once.”
“The first is a lie no matter who it’s said to. The second, I was not implying ‘only when I visit them as a psychopomp for their souls.’”
“I thought it was the spirit of Saturn who did that.”
Usually she was reluctant to speak of such things, but she admitted now, “Saturn is change, the moment of passing from life to death, the moment of rebirth from death to life. Between is mine.”
“I suppose there’s no sense expecting white lies from someone who wouldn’t even notice there’s nothing particularly medically wrong with me and can see clear as day I’m just at the end of my time. I shouldn’t have outlived her. I’ll fix that soon.”
“Yes.”
They sat in silence for awhile. Michiru did not ask ‘Will you miss me?’ or implore ‘Don’t.’ “There is one common fate of all that is born. Including you.” It was almost a question.
“Of course.”