the worst things you could see

keyofjetwolf:

seananmcguire:

keyofjetwolf:

airyairyquitecontrary:

a shattered palmtop computer

a red shoe with a broken high heel

a snapped ponytail elastic, one green plastic ball hanging loose

a torn red ribbon

JESUS WEPT AIRY CAN YOU FUCKING NOT

And over it all, a thin sheen of glitter, like diamond dust, like the specks falling from a birthday card, like the sticky, beautiful remnants of a bag of rock candy jewels.  How it shimmers in the light.  How it sparkles.

How it shines.

Mamoru picks his way through the detritus of the fight, noting every piece they left behind–the ribbon, the shoe, the bits of a plastic and chrome machine that was never made on this Earth, that would confuse scientists forever if it were not destined for the landfill–and all he can see is glitter, glitter everywhere, shining.  Still shining.

He should have realized that they would leave no bodies behind if they died like this, if they died here.  Once, yes, when they were more of Earth and less of moondust, less of Mercury, of Mars, of the hot winds of Venus, the gaseous seas of Jupiter.  They have transformed a thousand times, burning Earth away with every increase in power, and now there is nothing for them to offer him, nothing for him to bury.

Even his Usako, who loved the Earth so much she would have eaten it whole if she could have, couldn’t stay behind.  She is in the sky now, shining, and the  Ginzuishō is on the ground now, in the air now, shining, and everything is glitter, and nothing will ever be forgiven.

SEANAN WAS THIS REALLY NECESSARY