>>5239147your hands on metal, gently shaping the light, delicate crown into something worth of her. You couldn’t have asked for a better day. The suns are shining, but the air has that cool, crisp edge that slips into your joints and makes you come alive as you work. The sound of hatchlings playing in the streets filters in through your open window, growing in volume as the door to your workspace swings open.
(Reyva, when is-) The young Hexane steps forward until you raise a hand to give them pause, gesturing to Ozmas, asleep on the settee you installed for her.
Beckoning the child forward, you present them with the necklace they’d requested earlier in the day. They stoop low, and you place the piece around their neck with all the grace and pomp the little one deserves. They’re thrilled, and as you look into their eyes, hoping to see the glint and shine of childlike wonder where there’s…
…nothing.
The eyes of a corpse, a lifeless doll stare back at
your hands on metal, gently shaping the light, delicate tower into something worthy of her.
{You’ve been working so long, Rey} Ozmas coos, hands on your shoulders as they ease out the tension you need to stay awake. {Why don’t you take a break with me?}
You stare at the spire you’ve made. You’re a little more than halfway through, but you feel like you’ve been working on it for a lifetime.
You groan, leaning back and looking up into her eyes.
{Come take a break} She repeats, and your will crumbles as she leads you by the hand to the settee. She sits, prompting you to lie down with your head in her lap. She begins to trace the same pattern across your chest that she has countless times before, the reassuring pattern of your name and hers, entwined.
{Do you want to close your eyes?} She asks, fingers sliding up your throat and to your cheek. {It’s hardly a rest if you don’t get some sleep}
That…that sounds nice. Ozmas’ mind opens to yours, and it’s…beautiful. You’re at peace, in her. You’d always admired how kind she was to all she met. It was what drew you to her, in the first place. It was she that inspired you to reach out, to stop holding people at arm’s length and look at them for who they are…and be seen, in turn. She’s not perfect, and neither are you…but she makes you want to be the best version of yourself.
You’d travel to hell and back, for her…but right here, right now, as your vision fades, and feeling slips away from your shell?
You’re just so, so tired.
>>It’s fine, rest here a while.
>>It’s fine, rest here a while.
>>It’s fine, rest here a while.
>>It’s fine, rest here a while.
>>It’s fine, rest here forever
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