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It is in the midst of fire that Pierro witnesses a sight worth a million.
The whispers of the crimson witch in the wind catches his attention. Though , witch is hardly the term to describe this moment. They were ugly, barred from the rest of society and with nothing but cruelty in their heart. Yet before him is a heartstaking tale of woe poured into the ground and burning everything that was not meant to roam across this plain.
It was beautiful.
However, it needed to be shaped, to go above its current state. As of right now, it- she was unstable. So at her lowest her guided her, the coolness of the delusion that crisped against her fiery skin, eyes reignited with such an intense feeling that was hard to deceive.
And she had aged beautifully.
Strong and cool, yet still holding the temper he admired all those years ago. The Fairy Lady, is the title gifted upon her.
“ I must say, I’m hardly as beautiful now as I was once before. Perhaps if you had met me before you would understand what I mean.”
The black veil at the moment, hides her marred face. The long sleek black dress, gifted, at her request. It is in that moment that he takes her gloved hand, lips pressed against the ragged knuckles.
“I do not think even if I saw you dear. My mind would change .. you are honest .. open. You alone are a sole after effect of the events that not even the other harbingers can dare speak of. Despite being of my time.. you, my dear , are timeless.” He sighs. “Though I do not wish for you to feel ugly your skin .. so I will make sure Dottore graces you with a new one. One that blurs away the past yet remain all the same .”
Dottore is a hard man to bargain with , however , despite his ever imploring curiosity to figure out just what exactly was Rosalyne. Pierro’s words were final, silencing any room for experimentation or even questioning.
It is only later that week that Rosalyne graces his eyes again, pale skin and luxurious hair found again with a newborn confidence. Had it been anyone else he would’ve surely expected them to kneel but all he does is grasps at her hands.
“ It is today , you are reborn Rosalyne. Shedding the old shell of yourself you embrace your new identity. Promising yourself to the Tsarita.” To me. “Do you accept this identity and this purpose , La Signora.”
It is at this moment where the smile alights her face that he is reminded of that moment once before in the midst of the calamity. The moment where he decided he’d promise her the entire world.