A veil of death failed to leave her inanimate nor forgotten, the only altercations in their fall being their lack of tangibility and the rather prodigious disclosure of the cosmos and all secrets they’d bared. Answers to wonders that could never have been solved while alive had been at the ginger’s very fingertips, as had been phenomenons that she had never once conceived. SPACE AND TIME were no longer obstacles but instead, a tangle of stratum after stratum, the most insignificant of organisms and components alike going on to trigger and produce events that humankind had barely any grasp upon! Theories which were once mere notions of thought had been unfolding at the very seams and Rosalind, a woman marked by the utmost dedication toward the nature of solar system(s) and world(s).
She had been thankful, not simply for the rarity which kept her contemporary and her heightened perception but because she hadn’t been a l o n e . As he had with everything else, her counter part joined the Madam in death, though there had been minor disapproval of their current state of being. The only thing which held him in restraint being the surety of The Lamb’s prosperity and relocation from the universe they had once subdued her in. Lutece had grown sentimental, far more than she’d ever sought out to be, as a result a reluctant agreement had been made. It had involved but more universe hopping and obligations which Rosalind would meet, as promised… But this had been near fruitless, an experiment that would likely never flourish or result in any sort of positive outcome.
Yet, she advanced, devotion driving her toward his goal.
While it had been that the physicists were the cause of a great deal of commotion concerning the FALSE SHEPARD, there had been other happenings that included murder and unanticipated visitors in the floating utopia. One of the few being a familiar face and name, one which had been especially significant in Rosalind’s lives– both past and present. Alexia Ashford had been her name, a woman that had likely been strained with some form of grief after the redhead’s passing.
It would be after her death, that Lutece would welcome her back into the city made feasible by her creations.
“ A l e x i a. ”
Like a moth to a flame, she’d likely be.
