🦮 fill this empty space (ask game)
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This turned out to be... longer than a snippet, and like the summary, angstier than I expected. It's been that kind of week ig! But there's a promising ending because I needed one :)
It had been a warm summer day when the old Marinette died.
The new Marinette woke up surrounded by golden light, soft, green grass, and the soft murmurings of a stream in northern France. It was perhaps the best way for her rebirth to happen, in a calm, relaxing environment far from the place she somehow knew was home.
She met her family there. They already knew her, and called her "maman," or "ma femme," or "my lady."
Marinette was no one's lady. She never had been, but according to video evidence and the testimony of her husband and children and best friend, that was one of the many roles her past self had filled.
Marinette did not know how to fill any of those old roles anymore. But because of the secret, magical way she'd chosen to lose her memories, she couldn't let anyone know this fact. She had to study years worth of business lessons in mere weeks, preparing for her return to Paris and the international company she would soon be in charge of running again.
At least her past self had accounted for this new Marinette's incompetence. But no one else seemed to see that she wasn't the same woman she had been once, back when a kwami lived in her purse and villains of the day (and year) kept plaguing Paris.
Adrien, the man past-Marinette had married, professed to still be in love with her. He saw some of the differences between the new Marinette and the old one, but claimed they weren't nearly as big as Marinette thought they were. And he chose to spend most of his time around her, so maybe he was right. He whispered praises for each small thing she did, both when they were alone and in public; took the time to learn her new habits; made her fresh coffee for when she woke up two hours after he did; stayed out of her bed to help her feel comfortable.
Marinette could see why her past self had loved him. It was something both halves of her were beginning to share, a love for this man who found a way to bring joy to her life even when it had been turned upside down.
But it didn't change the fact that the new Marinette was not the same woman he'd married. That fact was written into the vows Adrien and the past Marinette had exchanged; the way they had split up their chores; the daily schedule that Adrien still remembered while the new Marinette did not.
To Marinette, this new self of hers was nothing more than a facade made to cover the void her past self had left behind. She was thirty years old and as empty inside as a newborn baby, with no memories to guide her through this unfamiliar world.
Marinette was an icon, the magazines said. A paragon of virtue in an age of corruption, one half of both Paris' favorite couples, a woman who managed to be a world-famous CEO and an attentive mother at the same time.
That wasn't the new Marinette's reality. She didn't even know her children's middle names, though she was learning their favorite desserts, sports, and hobbies.
Most days, it was like learning a foreign language, and it felt just as isolating when she got something wrong or tried to remember something she thought she knew but actually didn't. Sometimes, this new life of hers was crushing, a drain on her already empty self, taking the last bit of Marinette out of her.
But not always.
As out of place as Marinette felt in her own life, the people in it still felt right somehow. They'd been there for her when she woke up; they were there to hug and comfort her when she cried in the night, to help teach her about her own life and tell her about theirs, and to listen when she said she felt different. They loved her, that much was clear, and they promised to love her no matter which Marinette she was; the old one with all her memories or the new one just fumbling through life.
And somehow, even though she claimed not to feel anything more for them than for other strangers at first, Marinette still loved them back. Their presence soothed the ache she felt in her chest, the one she felt when she couldn't remember, and she found herself more than missing them when they weren't there. She looked forward to hearing about their day, to learning their middle names; she held on to the facts they told her about themselves like sweet gifts of gold and honey, like they were all she needed to survive, to fill the empty space her memories had left behind.
The new Marinette was not the old one, and she never would be.
But maybe that was okay. The new Marinette had her own space, too; it began here, in this remote, rural town near the seashore, and it would expand back to Paris, to the place where the old Marinette had lived.
Marinette's home had always been her family, the people she loved. That was something she knew without having to remember it, and something she was more sure of every day.
So she studied the journals her past self had written, re-learned how to design, baked bread beside Adrien, sang songs with her children and stayed by their side. If her mind was an empty slate, then she was going to fill it with love, the same love she'd chosen before and was choosing again.
And someday, this new Marinette would feel whole again.
Thanks for the ask! I hope you enjoyed <3
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Have some Myrri lore because I can't sleep despite being exhausted from travelling, and I have nothing else to do:
- She comes from Venko, a village in traditional Veena Viera territory, so the forests bordering the Skatay Range. Other than that though her village used to be pretty non-traditional, only very loosely following the Green Word, mostly by respecting and caring for the forest. There was no seperation of genders though, no wood-warders, and the village frequently welcomed outside visitors in the form of traders due to being relatively close to the forest's southern edge (about 3 days of travel).
- Her mother is the chieftess and her father was a hunter and woodworker. As the oldest child her mom put a lot of pressure on her from a young age on to grow into a good leader who had their people's best interests in mind at all times to take over her position one day, and Myrri struggled with not wanting to let her mom down while also not really being that interested in the responsibilities in the first place. She preferred to go hunt and forage with her dad, since she loved to roam and wander the forest more than being confined in the village.
- The rose she wears in her hair is actually a carved and painted wooden hairclip her dad made for her. It also has a small vitality enchantment because her dad knew she was struggling and hoped it would just be a lil extra boost to keep her spirits up.
- She was about 10 years old when the Garleans invaded Dalmasca, and soon their village's proximity to the forest's edge which had helped it to thrive for so long proved to be its downfall as it didn't take long for them to get attacked. Though the adults tried to organize a defense they soon got overwhelmed - many died fighting back, many got taken prisoners, and what little survivors remained scattered and retreated deeper into the forest.
- Her dad was one of the unfortunate who got taken prisoners. Her mom, who had been fighting after entrusting her children to those fleeing to safety, managed to escape alive. Once the Garleans were gone she gathered the survivors and they retreated as deep into the forest as possible to tend to their wounds, mourn their dead, and eventually begin the painful process of rebuilding their lives.
- Her mother and the entire village changed after this. It was decided that they would adhere to the traditional Viera way of life from now on, that maybe by following the green word as it was intended the forest would protect them from another tragedy like this. And so men left the village, the women stayed, and any outsiders were to be kept away - those mostly came in the form of desperate refugees, the few and far in-between who had been driven deep enough into the forest by fear of the Garleans and survived long enough to stumble over their village. But the doors stayed closed and Venko's guardians, with arrows and blades pointed, would tell them to get lost. Growing up Myrri lost count of all those desperate, fearful faces she had seen turned away, dirty and gaunt, some begging, some bargaining, some demanding to be let in but all being left to the mercy of the forest. And as she grew older she began trying to speak up, but nobody listened, so she had to learn to live with the growing sense of guilt building up in her chest.
- Her pivotal moment came after she ended up befriending a refugee who was hiding out in the ruins of their old village which Myrri liked to frequently return to to be alone. A miqo'te girl, called A'ruta, who had escaped from a garlean labour camp after being shipped there all the way from far away Eorzea. Over the following weeks Myrri returned regularly and brought her supplies and showed her how to hunt and forage, but after a close call with a Garlean patrol she finally decided to take her to Venko, hoping she could sway her mother to make an exception just this once and allow A'ruta to live with them.
- Her mom would not be swayed. Which was the point where Myrri was like Alright then. If you won't let her stay, then I will take her back to Eorzea myself. Because her loved ones are praying for her to come home just like we are waiting for our loved ones to return, and while doing this might not bring THEM home I can only hope that someone out there will extend them a helping hand when they need it most as well. And so Myrri left her home with her new friend, knowing fully well she would never be able to return, but too fed up to care.
- Getting to Eorzea was a long and arduous jorney but by the time they made it A'ruta and Myrri were close like sisters, and after reuniting with her clan Myrri stayed with them, basically getting adopted into the family.
- By that time she actually still went by her forest name, Hlif, but soon after she took on the name A'myrrhis, whike keeping her village's name as her last name.
- She lived with the A Clan until after the calamity, when she decided to become an adventurer because she wanted to travel more and help people in need, but even after leaving she considers them her second family, and they consider her family just as much.
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