This conversation was overdue and yet it would be a lie to say Agetta had actually built up the courage to face it. She hadn’t, not even close. She felt the fear of seeing Plume again right down into her core. But she knew it needed to happen - because she still loved him. Lying by omission had become a habit for her lately, and she did not know whether it was better that Plume was not the only victim of these lies, or was it worse?
Although she wanted Mazikeen to finally meet her sisters, she encourages the ink-splashed girl to go explore and says that they’ll meet up later. She doesn’t want her daughter to be accidentally used as a prop in this conversation - and she fears she only has the strength for one confession.
It is dark by the time she gets closer to the Pangea border, a fact that she is grateful for. The stars have always given her courage, have shown over almost all of the wonderful moments in her life. And, like the coward she is, she wonders if it will be easier to talk to Plume if she cannot easily see his face.
Agetta still hasn’t made up her mind on how she is going to say what she needs to say when she sees him, illuminated by moonlight. She feels her breath catch the way it had when she saw him in the afterlife and again when they reunited on this soil.
For a brief moment, she considers running - she’s run from her sins before. She left the consequences of her weaknesses behind in the hopes that they would no longer haunt her. Alive for over a century and she still has not fully accepted that she will always carry these ghosts with her.
So she speaks before she can give in to that impulse, calling out his name and somehow finding the strength to close most of the gap between them. “Plume.” It is instinctual to touch him but she refrains for now, knowing she does not deserve a gentle caress or the simple pleasure of his scent rushing into her. She stops when there are a few strides between them still as a sad smile softens her features.
@[plume]