the sun is coming up and i'm awake thinking about the tragedy of pyrrha dve.
oh to have known nothing but someone else's existence for ten thousand years. to seal your life away for all eternity in service of someone you love enough to make immortal even if it means never seeing them again. but one day you wake up anyway, in a body that isn't yours, and you weren't even supposed to be alive but you've been given a family that you must love tenderly with your dead best friend's hands and your dead best friend's voice.
coming back was not part of the deal. but you are alive and you cannot die a second time. and you will see gideon's features wearing all the wrong expressions in the mirror. you will eventually forget what his own smile looked like on his own face. you will be called by his name and you must answer to it. you wear your clothes strangely, and your posture doesn't fit his shoulders.
you are the only one who notices that there's anything wrong at all.
and you will live long enough to forget the difference.
Every day Camilla and Palamedes looked at her, they saw what would be a bad ending for them.
