#bc she is FOURTEEN and a universe made by a heavily traumatized young teenager is a terrifying concept

[sakuracyanide]

“Where are you going?”

"out."

it is unwise to push against the thumb of the control devil, this he knows. his life would be far easier - far more pleasant - if he allowed himself to grow comfortable in this new position, pinned between a rock and the hard place that is the modern era.

but unlike his fellow kings it is not in zoisite's nature to be subservient. the suits itch. bowing to makima is no better than bowing to beryl. but he supposes that in the end, he bends the knee to the same master.

makima is beryl is makima.

zoisite often wonders if the girl - serenity, usagi, sailor moon - even remembers how things were before she remade it all with her clumsy, horrifically powerful hands. if she wakes and stares at the ceiling as he does, and thinks - this is what happens when you put the power to remake the universe in the hands of child, one who still views good and evil as tangible forces in the universe rather than decisions humans make. where monsters are no longer reflections of the fear they held in their human lives, but are now literal manifestations of them. embodiment of the concepts that grow stronger the more they're feared.

why he remembers he doesn't know - (supposes, maybe, that it's because he had taken such a heavy dosage of her power) but he knows it makes him largely immune to those sharp golden eyes, and the pleasant curve of this new queen's lips has never seemed anything other than predatory.

but some things remain the same. like his heart existing outside of his body, in the form of a man who is duty-bound and can never seem to find the right master. his hand curls against the doorframe, head tipping back in a long, frustrated sigh before he spins back around and mirrors her empty smile with his own.

it's a pointless gesture. a game they're playing that no one else seems entirely in on. control vying for power over betrayal. both too stubborn to act, scorpions posed on the head of the same frog - watching and waiting, neither willing to sting first and drown themselves if it isn't necessary.

"i was going to go get something to eat. is there something you would like, miss makima?"