Tired from his traveling among the stars. Tired of the incurable sorrow from the loss of something that he barely remembers and will eventually forget. Tired from obsessively following a part of himself he can't get back (but he wants it back desperately, he still clings to being whole), tired of being part of a world which was full of temporary beings, temporary things.
But most of all, he's tired of trying to reject the warmth.
Elle is warm.
Elle took care of him.
Even if he couldn't do anything in return, even though he didn't deserve the kindness, monster that he is, even if she wouldn't be there forever, the time spent with her had been replacing the memories of countless seasons that he spent with his flock, the pain of arrival, the pain of loss.
Basking in her presence, in her bothersome words, in her voice, in her, right now, resting on her felt like it could have been some kind of forever.
For once, maybe he'd be alright. Being together was alright.]
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Tired from his traveling among the stars. Tired of the incurable sorrow from the loss of something that he barely remembers and will eventually forget. Tired from obsessively following a part of himself he can't get back (but he wants it back desperately, he still clings to being whole), tired of being part of a world which was full of temporary beings, temporary things.
But most of all, he's tired of trying to reject the warmth.
Elle is warm.
Elle took care of him.
Even if he couldn't do anything in return, even though he didn't deserve the kindness, monster that he is, even if she wouldn't be there forever, the time spent with her had been replacing the memories of countless seasons that he spent with his flock, the pain of arrival, the pain of loss.
Basking in her presence, in her bothersome words, in her voice, in her, right now, resting on her felt like it could have been some kind of forever.
For once, maybe he'd be alright. Being together was alright.]