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So we like HaruMichi BatB, huh? Here’s part two! Part one is here
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It had been a very long time since the curse had brought her something more than wariness. Michiru had stopped counting the days and years, resigning herself to be as she was until the world turned to dust.
“Michiru, do you think she might be the one?” The shade of her lady in waiting asked as she combed what passed for Michiru’s hair. The time would come soon when she would not be able to, Michiru was certain. Makoto was barely a shadow now. Michiru’s closest attendants had been casualties of the curse, and now they had faded into ghosts.
“Do you think she knows my daughter?” Her handmaid Usagi twiddled with the vanity mirror, tilting Michiru’s reflection in and out of focus. “She must be at least… two and twenty by now!”
Time no longer tethered the shades. The came in and of consciousness, sometimes worn down by the decades— perhaps the centuries— sometimes feeling they’d all been human but a day ago.
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