Like Something from a Dream [Astraia!AU]

[thecutdiamond]

Ever since the dark-haired man (Gustave Asarlai, the love of her life several lifetimes ago) stepped out onto the Green, things have changed. Rachel (Astraia?) knows the two newcomers were surprised when she'd stepped forward and began speaking not only in a tongue their people alone knew, but with a familiarity one woman alone used with the Magician. Honestly, everyone on the Green at that moment had been surprised.

Rachel (Astraia?) included. 

Since then, flashes of memory have returned, striking at random. It's difficult to tell whose it is-- Rachel's or Astraia's or the handful of lives lived in-between-- so often she doesn't even try. Lets the snippets try to sort themselves out. Trying to see if the ones she can tell are of her oldest self line up with the tale the visitors tell only gives her headaches.

The flashbacks themselves leave her halting mid-step no matter where she is, eyes glassing over. Looking into a past so distant, it feels like little more than a dream.

(More and more, though, she begins to believe it isn't.)

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[illimitable_she]

She smiles, remembering when she'd taken that vow herself with her own husband. He'd not been of the Major Arcana; there was no keeping him.

Maybe someday she would meet him again, the way Gustave had Astraia.

"Then begin again. You courted each other once. Why not a fresh start? Love will find a way."

[thecutdiamond]

She can't help the smile at that-- and even though it's still Rachel's face, it's certainly Astraia's smile.

"Yes, that is true."

The Star is, at its best, a symbol for Hope. This much she has still maintained, in all her lives.