#˗ˏˋ ── rel : v / ambrosia ꜝꜝ

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[ patterns ] sender drawing random patterns on receiver's skin ( v. ) i would like to imagine that ambrosia would do this from time to time . as a way of distratcing v from the inevitable that is looming over his head . racing small things like flowers or hearts onto his inner arm or the top of his hand . quietly , without many words . but the intent is seen in the expression on her face . maybe it would happen late at night , a time when ambrosia finds even herself worrying about the future .

tenderness were like a lover long lost where love letter lay left behind with words too late to be spoken . in a far off memory just beyond his fingertips could he vaguely remember such gentility , though like the sands of time would it trickle into nothing . against the bleak and dreary sky did the warmth of the sun dare to peek through , beaming small stream against cotton all too thin to shelter their eyes from its light .

her touch was something that taught his heart and mortal frame a new feeling that he could only hope would follow him in his reunion with urizen . absentmindedly had he copied her own thoughtless ministrations , slender fingers following up the length of her arm and back down at a pace so soft he'd inevitably lull himself back to sleep if not careful .

" struggling in my father’s hands , striving against my swaddling bands , bound and weary , i thought best to sulk upon my mother’s breast , " he'd murmur , his voice worn down from exhaustion and with the desire to rest his eyes . " i have nothing left ; if urizen is not stopped , this world as you know it will be no more . sacrifice , though difficult , must be made even in the toughest times . "