Right at the wrong time
(aha so I know I haven’t posted anything and that’s because I’ve written a few essays and my hands hurt so take this…thing ig. Sorry)
Summary: Miranda isn’t old, she never has been. The bonus of being turned immortal before then. However, that isn’t to say that sometimes… it’s more a curse than a gift when those that she loves leaves
Miranda was always right. She was a goddess, there was no possibility in her mind she could be wrong
She wasn’t dismissing you or any of the things you screamed at her. Yes, Miranda understood she was a little overwhelming at times but neglectful? No
Your anger at her was apparent. In certain cases, it was justified but you were never angry like this. The screaming had taken Miranda off guard. Her immediate response was to yell back. No one yelled at her. She was never wrong
What was it that you had said?
“Miri I have asked you time and time again please don’t bring that around me” Miranda had scoffed at your request. What was a little blood and gore? You knew what she did, you understood why
The hurt in your eyes made her almost feel like she was wrong. You looked so hurt and-
“Darling I did not mean to scoff with such mal-” “Why do you insist on treating me like I’m no better than a dog?”
“I ask one thing Miranda…one damn thing-” Your tone began to rise and Miranda knew she had hurt you. It was a rare occurrence you called her ‘Miranda’. It had been since the last fight.
Again, it was only now she realized that there were more fights
“-Don’t bring your sadistic shit around me and you can’t even respect that! I get that you have to bring Eva back but I don’t want to know how”
Miranda was keeping her composure on the edge of her feathers as they quickly dwindled. No one yelled at Miranda
“Darling you are overreacting-” “Don’t call me that!”
You screamed at her. Tears streaming down your cheeks and face red in rage. This looked like a built-up emotion Miranda had only seemed to unlock now
The next words hurt Miranda. For the first time in centuries, Miranda was on the verge of tears
“You’re never there when I wake up anymore” Its for Eva
“I never even know if you’re around the house anymore. You disappear without even a goodbye” I’m busy I don’t intend to leav-
“You kiss me like it’s a chore. Hell, when you’re around me you seem annoyed” I don’t do that
“When you touch me it feels like you’re trying to convince yourself you love me” I-
“You don’t love me anymore Miri.” Yes, I do. Black God, I do it was just hard sometimes
“I do love you” She rasped out. Choking back
fear tears “Then prove it right now…because I can pack my things”
Miranda was wrong
She couldn’t prove it to you at that moment because you were right. Excluding the fact she did love you, every other point was true. She wasn’t there anymore and it was emotionally killing you
“I’m going to spend a few nights at my old home in the village while you…figure out whatever the hell this-” you gestured between the two of you “-is”
When you brushed past her she made no movement to stop you. She could hear the rustling of clothes being shoved into a bag
You wanted her to stop you from leaving. Ask, demand plead anything. She didn’t say a word, only watched as you left and it hurt so bad
The door closed and Miranda was once again, alone. It didn’t hurt as bad as when Eva passed because you were still alive. Miranda could walk out that door to you and fix this if she could swallow her god damn pride
A nearby photo hit the wall and shattered on impact. Miranda’s breathing quickened and she buried her nails in her hair hard enough if she were human there would be blood. She forced a hand over her mouth to hold back a cry but ended up sobbing into her hand. Her knees hit the ground and she sobbed to the point she felt dehydrated
The next meeting of the Lords was…slow to say the least. Usually, you would accompany the goddess as her “assistant” but that all knew. Except for Salvatore maybe
“Where does your favorite acolyte happen to be mother Miranda? They’re fine I hope?” Alcina could sense something wrong with Mirnadas demeanor. Miranda took a few moments to think of a response before mumbling “…they’re busy”
The subject was dropped and the meeting ended as Miranda excused herself. A sob was heard by Donna who left a similar way as Miranda but there was nothing spoken.
Miranda desperately tried to forget. It had only been a week but she didn’t have the time to think about this she had to focus on…on-
From under her lab table was a small box of old photos and trinkets collected though over the years poking out. Brought another tight feeling in Miranda’s chest. The pressed flower you gifted her when she first kissed you practically drilled holes into her head
“Miranda! That flower you gave me, I would like to return it” “oh? was it not satisfactory?” “It was but I thought it would be a pleasant memory to commemorate the moment”
She missed you so much. These memories weren’t hers to cherish, she was the reason you left…you deserved these
Why she had decided to personally walk to your little cottage on the outskirts, that was a good question. Maybe she just wanted an excuse to see you or maybe this was her trying to move on
Your look was nothing but distaste and maybe hope when you opened the door. Or when you let her in or when you made her tea
ask for them back ask for them back ask for them back The invasive thought curved in Miranda’s head like a metal hook
“You deserve these more than I” The goddess spoke with an awkward teenage silence. You didn’t look at the box she held out, only kept your eyes glued to her. why were you so close? Why were you looking at her with such pity?
Were your eyes always that color?
Miranda swallowed an empty breath, “this is all so I suppose I will go” She spoke plainly. Desperately trying to convey no emotion. She turned to the door, twisting and pulling the handle, and much to her shock it slammed right as she did.
You hand on the door, pushing her against the door and kissing her
Gods she missed this, missed you. Missed the feeling of your lips on hers and your hands on her side. Moving under her shirt and she moved on muscle memory when she pulled yours off.
Miranda was wrong and she knew this
No words were exchanged for almost an hour after she had ended up in your
much smaller bed. But it was clear she wasn’t welcome anymore. You laid on your stomach away from her, silently crying so she couldn’t hear. Miranda could very well hear but chose not to say anything
She gathered her clothes slowly. Leaving you with three words before letting herself out
A week passed and Miranda didn’t leave her lab. Then two. Three then almost four
You showed up at her lab, beaten and bloodied. You couldn’t remember if it was that organization Miranda warned you about or angry hunters but it hurt. You set a bag you had down to let Miranda know you were there but she wasn’t expecting you, she didn’t even assume that it could be you
“Just set the vials down Joan” Miranda mumbled, not looking up from her microscope. The smell of iron hit her nose after her sentence finished and she swirled around to see you.
Your eyes welled up with a month’s worth of apologies and when you opened your mouth to speak all that came out was blood.
So much damn blood
Miranda scooped you up to a lab table to try and find any injuries. Her lab wasn’t close to your home, nor was the forest where you were most likely attacked. It was a miracle you got halfway there
The goddess forced her tears back as she searched for a wound, external or internal. You were literally suffocating on blood and there was nothing she could do. She looked up from your body to your eyes
“Miri-” oh how she missed that name “d-don’t speak you need to keep as much energy as you can until I can give you the Cadou”
The agreement of if you were dying she could give you the virus was reached earlier in your relationship but was there even a relationship anymore? Could she still?
Your blood-caked, shaky hand cupped her cheek. You looked as if you wanted to say something but only nodded, letting your head thump on the table as you faded from consciousness
Two days passed before you woke up. Miranda saw no adverse effects when the Cadou had taken root except for a large back scar where the weapons had pierced you
She moved you back to her home in her bed but never slept near you. Only resting in a nearby chair because she didn’t want to leave your side
A mumble from you drew her from near sleep
Miranda moved to your side with a glass of water she had kept fresh for the last 48 hours. Just for when you woke up.
Your eyes flashed open and met hers with a soft smile. A smile she missed so so much. Mumbling something about how bad you felt, she handed you the water and helped you sit up much to her doting
There was silence as if there were words left unsaid. So Miranda took a step and forced down her narcissistic tendencies
“I was wrong.”
The words shook both of you to your core. Your eyes widened and met hers as she continued.
I was so wrong my love and I drove you away and I am so sorry.“ She took your hand, tears streaming down her perfect cheeks, ” I beg of your forgiveness I cant…I cant do this without you" She exhaled and tightened her grip on your hand as you said nothing.
“I love you Miranda” You rasped and smiled wide
as you could at her. Scooting over and patting the spot next to you in the bed she laughed with a scraping feeling. “Join me?”
The offer was accepted when she slid in next to you. Not even putting her wings away, instead of wrapping it around you two protectively.
Miranda was wrong, but honestly? She was glad.