CELESTIAL
(adj.) positioned in or relating to the sky, or outer space as observed in astronomy.
"who knew that you could relate to a planet? a celestial body, bonding over your failures."

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Jupiter was supposed to be a star.

But because of the lack of mass and a few other complications, it was unsuccessful.

It was often referred to as a failed star, which was the truth in all honesty. And now, Jupiter revolved around what it was supposed to be, made to stare and rely on the star it had failed to turn into, a haunting reminder that it failed and it would never get another chance to become a star so bright and burning, worshiped and loved by all.

They were never too interested in astrology.

But sometimes, Mori felt a lot like Jupiter.

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They never considered themselves to be an envious person.

If anything, perhaps they were the exact opposite- they were happy, always happy for others and their successes. They didn't like dwelling on what they could have been or what they could've had, they moved on, or at least tried to. It didn't matter because Mori always functioned right after.

They had forgotten what it was like to be jealous. But that green eyed monster was following them like a shadow.

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The  first time they felt a sting of it was when they were called to teach.

Out of boredom they foolishly accepted, an idiotic move in all its right, because now as they stood face to face with their class, they felt that pang of envy because-

These kids, they didn't have defects.

They didn't malfunction or have weak joints, they weren't horrifically scarred because of their abilities, no, they were perfect in all honesty. Models of superheroes as they could say.

They saw those older then them, some younger, and fück they felt something, a pang of displeasure, they fought against themselves, tried to stop their expression from twisting into one of displeasure, a scowl or a frown, no, they couldn't.

Instead they just flashed that lazy smile they'd be known for.

"Morning class," they made sure their voice didn't waver, perfection, yes, their displeasure wasn't seen.

"I'm Morrigan- but you can call me Quinn."

Deep breaths, steady.

"And this is your survival class for this so called school year."

God f-cking help them. They weren't jealous. Never ever.

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Mori recalled the second time they felt it.

They were watching, as happy as always, it was in combat class where Calista was the teacher and Mori had the time of their lives with entertainment. It was entertaining honestly, watching these arrogant brats be humbled with a few kicks the immortal would blow on them.

But as new experiments were, these successful ones had nearly no control over their abilities.

So imagine Mori's shock when one of them had an accidental trigger of an ability- and yet unlike them, there was no jolt of pain or a break of skin, no sign of a weakening body or a sudden collapse.

For a second, their eyes flitted over to the other teachers.

Did they feel that small, tiny, near insignificant pang of envy too?

To watch someone do something greater than you with little struggle while you fight to even graze greatness?

To look at what you were supposed to be?

To see what you were meant to become before you failed?

Mori didn't like using that word. It was too harsh. Too cruel. And they didn't like being considered one.

But as they saw that student get up like nothing had happened while they surely would've been bleeding and bruised..

They couldn't help the soft scoff that left their lips.

But they weren't jealous. No, they couldn't be.

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The third time, they couldn't deny it.

They blamed the simulator for this in all honesty, practically setting themselves up for it when they first introduced the desert simulator.

For a minute they thought they didn't have to worry about anything- well, aside from kids passing out because of the heat, but that was manageable.

Worry started when a kid summoned a whole goddamn rainstorm in it.

They couldn't hold back the shock that flooded their body as rain pelted down on their body.

The kid had a look of pride on their face, and Mori held their breath, ready to leap into action and looking for any sign of pain on their face.

They had forgotten once more that these kids didn't have defects, imperfection, pain for doing what they were made to do.

That realization came crashing down on them like waves, cold and unyielding.

All of the sudden they were standing in front piles of rubble again, their skin red and bleeding as the explosions that came from their body tore through their skin and made their body suffer, it was loud, so loud and it hurt- they felt something warm trickle down the back of their ear, why couldn't they hear anything? Why was the ringing of explosions so present in their head it hurt it hurt it really did-

"Quinn?" The voice of the statue called out.

They snapped out of it when their name was called out, quickly, a smile plastered on their face.

They saw the student before them, standing with their head held high and not an ounce of discomfort present on their face or body.

This time, they couldn't deny the quick stab to their chest.

If they had done anything remotely close to that, their body would be nothing short of near mutilated.

Why did they have to be a failure anyways?

Why did their body hurt when they were just doing what they were made to do?

Why did they have to fail?

They smiled, hands resting on their back.

"Good job kid." They praised, a click of their fingers caused the simulation to face out as they were all brought back to the present.

They turned around, classes were over, students were filtering out.

And Mori was left standing there with a bitter realization.

They were jealous.

The sooner they'd accept that, the better.

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But Mori would never accept that they were a Jupiter and not the sun it revolved around.

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IRA SPEAKS: shoutout to Calista Wolfe our fav murderous teacher and Elyse for making Ren Project 💗💗 wrote this like some time ago so probably doesn't make sense anymore but shhh