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[002] Memorial (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)
Theme Prompt: 002 - Heartbreak.
Title: Memorial
Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
Rating/Warnings: None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 173
Summary: Perfuma deals with her guilt over Entrapta's supposed death
Entrapta was gone. No, Perfuma caught herself. This was no time for empty euphemisms. Entrapta was dead. Never coming back. Entrapta had been assigned as her partner, so it had been her responsibility to keep her safe. No matter that she’d been the most infuriating, distracted, reckless…
Perfuma stopped her thoughts again. Entrapta had also been brilliant, energetic, full of life. And life was what Perfuma was all about. Her power was to make things grow. But she couldn’t bring Entrapta back to life. So she would do the next best thing.
Perfuma stood in the clearing and called the earth’s life force to her will. She encouraged the vines and branches to grow, caressing them with her power. She shaped them in her mind, asking them to make a very particular form. And, when she was done, she looked up on her creation. Entrapta stood before her, immortalised in living plants, covered in flowers that would never fade.
It was a small gesture, but it was the only thing Perfuma could do.
Title: Memorial
Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
Rating/Warnings: None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 173
Summary: Perfuma deals with her guilt over Entrapta's supposed death
Entrapta was gone. No, Perfuma caught herself. This was no time for empty euphemisms. Entrapta was dead. Never coming back. Entrapta had been assigned as her partner, so it had been her responsibility to keep her safe. No matter that she’d been the most infuriating, distracted, reckless…
Perfuma stopped her thoughts again. Entrapta had also been brilliant, energetic, full of life. And life was what Perfuma was all about. Her power was to make things grow. But she couldn’t bring Entrapta back to life. So she would do the next best thing.
Perfuma stood in the clearing and called the earth’s life force to her will. She encouraged the vines and branches to grow, caressing them with her power. She shaped them in her mind, asking them to make a very particular form. And, when she was done, she looked up on her creation. Entrapta stood before her, immortalised in living plants, covered in flowers that would never fade.
It was a small gesture, but it was the only thing Perfuma could do.
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