[November 14th, 2011]
In all truth, for one Zacharie Rousseau, better known as Zoisite, the Second in Command of Prince Endymion’s Shitennou, the prospect of regaining a physical form had never even crossed his mind. At least, not after his death while brainwashed by Beryl and Metallia. Before that… before he had known anything of the world he had once been a part of, during his life in the Golden Kingdom… before he had known he was betraying a master he had once sworn fealty and loyalty to… Before any of that, he had simply been a normal, if extremely effeminate and non-heterosexual, boy. He had had a Mother, a Father, and a normal life. Well, as normal as anything could be considered, especially when his parents had divorced when he was fourteen, his Father had been verbally and then physically abusive, and his Mother had died only two years after they had come to America from France… Who was he kidding, anyways? But even if his life hadn’t been normal, it still certainly hadn’t been anything supernatural. No, that had all happened after his Mother’s death, just months after he had turned eighteen, soon after the start of his senior year.
That was when he had met Beryl, and he had accepted the power she had offered him. Being powerless was always something he had hated, and when he had been offered power… he had taken it right away, without thought to anything else. He had fought against his master and the Senshi, but had quickly been killed and reduced to a stone-like corpse. Shortly after, he had been revived for a small amount of time, following which he had become a stone which bore the same name; he became a zoisite stone. In that form, he had been what most would call a semi-corporal spirit. Though he hadn’t been capable of much, he could be of assistance to his master in an advisory capacity, and though he had often wished he could do more, he had contented himself with it for five years; and then… then everything had changed in seemingly the blink of an eye. One moment, he had been a stone, and then… the next, he had been a man once more. Standing between Kunzite-sama and Jadeite, there had been only a moment needed for understanding to pass through them all.
As soon as that moment had passed, he had followed Kunzite-sama, and attempted to contain his emotions, upon laying eyes upon his master once more. Now is not the time for this, the blonde advised himself, but still, he could feel the burn of tears in his grey-green eyes. “Prince… Master Endymion…” As always, the lightest of French accents was carried by his soprano tone, as what was now very sweet and laden with emotion was known by all here to be able to become cold and hard and unforgiving - cruel and snide and vicious... His voice as changeable as his emotions, but that light French lilt would always remain. All other words but this, so whispered with a mix of joy and sorrow as they were, seemed to fail him at that moment. Even though it was a rather feminine gesture, the tips of long, slender fingers had come to his lips then, as if for the 5’11” male to hold in his emotions… Zoisite truly did not know what else to do, just then – his emotions were in chaos and he didn’t want to make a scene because of them – and so simply settled for beaming at his master, with eyes filled with tears.
In all truth, for one Zacharie Rousseau, better known as Zoisite, the Second in Command of Prince Endymion’s Shitennou, the prospect of regaining a physical form had never even crossed his mind. At least, not after his death while brainwashed by Beryl and Metallia. Before that… before he had known anything of the world he had once been a part of, during his life in the Golden Kingdom… before he had known he was betraying a master he had once sworn fealty and loyalty to… Before any of that, he had simply been a normal, if extremely effeminate and non-heterosexual, boy. He had had a Mother, a Father, and a normal life. Well, as normal as anything could be considered, especially when his parents had divorced when he was fourteen, his Father had been verbally and then physically abusive, and his Mother had died only two years after they had come to America from France… Who was he kidding, anyways? But even if his life hadn’t been normal, it still certainly hadn’t been anything supernatural. No, that had all happened after his Mother’s death, just months after he had turned eighteen, soon after the start of his senior year.
That was when he had met Beryl, and he had accepted the power she had offered him. Being powerless was always something he had hated, and when he had been offered power… he had taken it right away, without thought to anything else. He had fought against his master and the Senshi, but had quickly been killed and reduced to a stone-like corpse. Shortly after, he had been revived for a small amount of time, following which he had become a stone which bore the same name; he became a zoisite stone. In that form, he had been what most would call a semi-corporal spirit. Though he hadn’t been capable of much, he could be of assistance to his master in an advisory capacity, and though he had often wished he could do more, he had contented himself with it for five years; and then… then everything had changed in seemingly the blink of an eye. One moment, he had been a stone, and then… the next, he had been a man once more. Standing between Kunzite-sama and Jadeite, there had been only a moment needed for understanding to pass through them all.
As soon as that moment had passed, he had followed Kunzite-sama, and attempted to contain his emotions, upon laying eyes upon his master once more. Now is not the time for this, the blonde advised himself, but still, he could feel the burn of tears in his grey-green eyes. “Prince… Master Endymion…” As always, the lightest of French accents was carried by his soprano tone, as what was now very sweet and laden with emotion was known by all here to be able to become cold and hard and unforgiving - cruel and snide and vicious... His voice as changeable as his emotions, but that light French lilt would always remain. All other words but this, so whispered with a mix of joy and sorrow as they were, seemed to fail him at that moment. Even though it was a rather feminine gesture, the tips of long, slender fingers had come to his lips then, as if for the 5’11” male to hold in his emotions… Zoisite truly did not know what else to do, just then – his emotions were in chaos and he didn’t want to make a scene because of them – and so simply settled for beaming at his master, with eyes filled with tears.