#I blame this entirely on my friend because they jokingly said immortal lover and now I couldn't stop thinking about it so

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HEHEHE OKAY!

They say insanity is doing the same thing over, and over again expecting a different result.

You would say that that’s bullshit and they don’t know what they’re talking about.

It was the same as always, of course, the sight practically engraved in your mind at this point used the bones of lesser creatures as footholds to jump your way across the lake. Which, technically, wasn’t an actual lake at all but you digressed.

The closer you got, the more a loud, rhythmic thump echoed. You easily tuned it out, speeding up your hops as you grew a bit giddy. You made one last, hard jump and flung yourself up into the air. Doing quite a few flips before righting yourself and landing on the ‘ground’ with a perfect landing!

Seemingly endless expanse of bone reached up and up, losing itself to the darkness above, dripping with a black sludge that used to set you the wrong way but you couldn’t care less about now. You looked to the heart hanging innocently in front of you, a calm, rhythmic beating that you were sure would cause most to take a second glance at it, if not unable to comprehend it entirely.

Shielded by a giant, incomplete ribcage It pumped an endless amount of thick black sludge that dripped down and down before assimilating with the lake below.

You took your eyes off of it. The heart wasn’t important, never important, actually. Nonetheless, your heart fluttered as you finally, finally saw it. Him.

A crescent moon, unbound by the laws of gravity, swayed gently in the darkness, glowing with soft moonlight. Upon it rested a single figure, curled around itself and seemingly lost to the world around it.

You knew who this was, even though the world had forgotten, you never did. Never would.

Chanda, Forgotten God of the Moon and one of the few First Gods around today.

He inclined his head in your direction and, even from this distance, you could tell it was curiosity. His eye was not open, but you could guess it anyway. Some would call that sacrilegious, to guess the intentions of a God using mortal standards.

You couldn't care less.

You took a single step forward. Chanda stared at you consideringly for a short moment, one that seemed like an eternity before his eye curved upwards in unmistakable glee.

Aww, he was happy!

You, unfortunately, could not relish in such a thing much before pain exploded over your body and you welcomed a different type of darkness.

***

You were making progress.

You could see it.

You got two more steps than last time! So there was progress!

So you tried again.

***

3 more steps.

You try again.

***

You only got one more step this time, but that’s better than nothing!

So again.

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Again.

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                                             Again.

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                                                                Again.

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                                                                                     ̴̨̠͚̯̟͔͙͕̰̗̣̦̾̍A̶̗̜͍̙͕̹̣̓͑̾̍̋͂̐́̏̚͝ͅ ̸̡̿̔̋͆̉̏͂̍̌͋̋̍̈́̈́̇͜ ̶̮̼̻̪͒ ̶̡͚̜̻̪̻̙͔̤͙̣͙̮͕͇͛̄̎͘g̸̝̮̱̭̞̤͓̘̥̞̐̆̃̆̽̓̎͒́͌̚͠͝ͅ ̷̨̺̱̬̋ ̷͉̦͓̖̄̂̏̈́ ̸̧̡͎͉̹͓̣͉̹̏̀͒̀͛̿̋̄͊̐̈́͑̈́́͘ ̵̭͈̘̝͉̄̑͗̈͊ ̶̧͍̦͇̯̼̫̳̥̦̩̤̫̯̓̏̓̓͂͜á̴̧̛̛͈̯̣̳̺̦̇̑̐͒̒̆̐͘͠ ̴̘͔̻̤̖̪͇͉͓͐̂̄̿́̾͝ ̶̧̢̘̱͙̜̥̲̳̰̠͙͓͇̬̄̀̊ ̷̛̻̮̺̻̗̫̱̠͇͒ ̵̧̹̲̪̰̟̭̳̞̱̳̏̀̓̓̇͜ͅ ̵̨̛̼͔̱͙̦̞̠̦͎͔̻̟͉͖͊̄̍̅̋͒̑̃͌̚ ̷̧̤͖͖̱̻͉̿́͊̈͑͊̚͝͠ ̸̛̼́̍̈́̀̾̑̈̓́́̒̅͌̆ ̸̻̠̺͔̅̾̓̃̈̚ͅ ̷̡͉̟͔͎̭̱̯̣̼̺̰̄̂ͅͅi̵̫͍̞̤̯̇̿̎́͗̕ ̸̢̞̮̦͎̽̓̇́̇͗̀͐̕͜ ̶̡̢̨̛̬̝͎͉̣̖̄̃́̾̕͘͝͝͝͝ ̴̡̛̙̜̞̳̞̬͈͌̈́̀̽̈́̋ ̵̨̨̮͎̪̝̝͉̫̘͕͙͙͕̹̽̐̌͆͐͆͝ ̸̺͛́̊͂́̐̈́ ̴̨̖̮͉̮̻̫̞̼͚̤̦̈́̑͐̚͜͜ͅ ̷̧̰͉̳̺̠̗̮̘͎͉͉͙̥̄̊̓̈ͅ ̷̪̾́́̉̚̚͝ ̵̣̄̓͌̿̓͠n̵̡͈̹̪̖̗̙̪̞̺̯̱̔̒̓̈́̿̇̌̊̏͐̚.

***

Something was different, this time. You could tell almost immediately.

He was not in his cradle, as you came to call it, he was not near the heart of a long dead being. No, this time.

He was right in front of you.

“Y̶̫̺̫̲̙̟̦̹̰̞̣̍̈͐̀̄̆̽͌͛̎ǒ̵̻̘̰̪̣͔̳̥̪̜̠̰͆̾̓̀̾́͒̐̀̂͗̚͝͝u̵̧͚̤̙̤̼̓̌̉̅̿̐̃͛͒̕̕͝'̴̢͖̗̮͚̥̗͔͙̦̜̾r̷̨̛͇̯̙̻͎̞̮͚̺̹̂̑͑̂̒̈́͒̾̚ȇ̷̤̬͖͖͔͍̘̬͈͙̪̰̂̿̀͋́̍ ̷̙̠̱̞͎̹͂͒͐̏͊̐̀́͘̕ͅb̶̡̢̖̭̬̫̺̪̹̰͔̩̫͎̦̑̉̍̈́͊̑̇̂̊̈́̚͝a̴̧̮̱̫̠̹̗͈̤̜͋̊͒͐̕͠c̴̡͚͙̐̅̔̎̅́̎̂͂͊̚k̴̻͈̯͇̺̜̘̓̃.”

 It was a simple observation, you knew, there was no inflection in his voice to suggest otherwise. It was neutral yet held a slight twinge of curiosity.

Despite this, your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat with his intention focused solely on you.

Your mouth felt dry.

You took a half step back as, in nothing more than a blink, he was close and your heart hammered in your chest.

“W̶̮͖̣̃̒̉̔̂̓̊́̚h̷̡̬̱̼̏̆̑͆̐y̷̧̨̘̖̖̥͈͕̗͖̏̅̀̉̓̂͜͠ͅ ̸̢̧̰̜̻̪̠̼̯̩̦̋̂̀̓́̚͝ͅa̸͓̰̼̰͉̘̪͖̺̤̙̹͌͂͆̕͝r̴̨͓̜͎͇͕̱͉̭̭̻̮̺̺̈́̆͂̒̈́̎̀̋͂͐̏͌̊̑͜͝ë̸̡̡͙̞̟͉̪̖̺̼͎̘́̽̇̂͋͆͆͗̉̀̊͝ͅ ̵̣̺̞̖̥͇̩̤̗̮̜̫̺͖̐̒̔̏͛́̍̏̚͘ÿ̸͖̙̠̻͉͉̺́̅͛͐̆̚̚͘͜͠ͅo̸̧͖͚͉̣̹̠̹̘̠̤̻̬̹̐͜ų̴̤̞̦͓͚̗̥̞̫͛͛̉̈́̏̑͆̋ ̸͔̤̭̺̋͆͗̓h̵͉̘̙̗̣͉͍͊̉͑̈́ē̷̖̝̙̙͕̪͉r̸̨̛͈̬̞̬͍̺̥̿̍͆̔̍̑̅̈è̸̜͉͔̾͒̿̀̽̈̒̈́̕͘?̸̨̩̗͓̟̼̳̲̅̈́͆̊́̊̅͊̊̑̑̄̐͛̋͜͜”

He asked, tilting his head in a way you found endearing.

Your face felt hot.

“I-uh-” Fuck, now this was embarrasing. He initiated conversation with you and this is how you react!? You rehearsed for this how the fuck did you forget your lines?! You grabbed the edge of your shirt, silently cursing yourself.

He watched you in silence, and this close you see how a maniacal glee entered his eye as it curved. Did he think your silence was funny?

“N̶̯̼̯̮͈̗̯͇̻͔̦̗̜̬͗̈́́̈́̈̈́̓̽͐̐̾̌̕̚ͅȩ̶̢̝̦̽͒̅x̷̠̗͕̬̯̻͗̀̑́͋̿ţ̸̙̰̈́ ̴̛̝̫̙̺̱̖͉́͆̆́̈́̆̅͐̈́t̴̡̛̗͈͚̻̰̠̺͔̣̳̺̣͋̇̓̇̂͛̈́͑̂͋̑͗͝ḯ̷̧̩͍͈̜͕͔̬͙͈̣̮̮̠̼͑̅͐́̋m̷̢̄͒̓͌͑͒̀͠è̵̢̬̓͋͑�� ̶̛̩̬̥̬̿͋͋́̆͒̉̅̀̽̀̚͝ẗ̵̖̭̝̝͉͍́̇ḣ̸͈̭̳̟̣̦͑̆̈͗́̏̀́̆͂̈́̆ę̷̡̧͖̠̻͇͚͕̩̪͐̑͌̂̋͂͂̂͑͋̅͘̚͝n̶̤̲͈̦͒͌͌̅̓̍͒͊͐̓̌̌̚͝”

A searing pain erupted in your stomach and, as usual, you welcomed the dark.

***

“W̶̮͖̣̃̒̉̔̂̓̊́̚h̷̡̬̱̼̏̆̑͆̐y̷̧̨̘̖̖̥͈͕̗͖̏̅̀̉̓̂͜͠ͅ ̸̢̧̰̜̻̪̠̼̯̩̦̋̂̀̓́̚͝ͅa̸͓̰̼̰͉̘̪͖̺̤̙̹͌͂͆̕͝r̴̨͓̜͎͇͕̱͉̭̭̻̮̺̺̈́̆͂̒̈́̎̀̋͂͐̏͌̊̑͜͝ë̸̡̡͙̞̟͉̪̖̺̼͎̘́̽̇̂͋͆͆͗̉̀̊͝ͅ ̵̣̺̞̖̥͇̩̤̗̮̜̫̺͖̐̒̔̏͛́̍̏̚͘ÿ̸͖̙̠̻͉͉̺́̅͛͐̆̚̚͘͜͠ͅo̸̧͖͚͉̣̹̠̹̘̠̤̻̬̹̐͜ų̴̤̞̦͓͚̗̥̞̫͛͛̉̈́̏̑͆̋ ̸͔̤̭̺̋͆͗̓h̵͉̘̙̗̣͉͍͊̉͑̈́ē̷̖̝̙̙͕̪͉r̸̨̛͈̬̞̬͍̺̥̿̍͆̔̍̑̅̈è̸̜͉͔̾͒̿̀̽̈̒̈́̕͘?̸̨̩̗͓̟̼̳̲̅̈́͆̊́̊̅͊̊̑̑̄̐͛̋͜” He asked again.

“For you.” You say, and his eye curved as you welcomed the dark.

***

"̷̱̺̘͎̱̥͋̈W̶̡̮̪̎ḩ̷̝̞̲̫̰̦̤̩̬̣͇̎y̶̪̪̝̣̆͊͂̄̌̆̇̐͒̂̈́̓̓̚ ̸͓̟̠̩̆d̴̯̜̰̱͕͛͛̽͗̆̉͗̎̐̿͆̒ǫ̴̧̢͍͙͉̙̻̣̳̗̜̯̞̮̑̓͋͒̓̋̿̓̀͑̌̕ ̷̲̖̳̹̮̣̯̝̦̳̀̌͋̃̏̀̾̐̎̀̓͗̚ÿ̵̡̼̻͍̻̰̱̠̪͔̞͚͖͖́̋̽̈́́̈́̒̍͜o̷̪̜̗̪̠̳̮͎̟̣͓͊̊́̿͗͛̍̑͌̆̄̚͝ų̷̢̯̟̺̝̥̥̮̝̝͛̃͛̈́͒̓́̏̅̏͐̊̅̅̓͜ͅͅ ̵̡̛͆͋͐̆̆̈́̕̚͜ṟ̷̡̮̜̥̳̼̭̞̺͕̙̄͜͜͠ę̶̛̱̙̤̲̱̼̘̥͍͎̜̻̱̆͗̈́̎̐͌́̐̽̃͑͆̕͜͝m̷̧͍͓͉̟̗̤̠̮̳̆͐̂͜͜͜͜e̸̲͎͉̗̜̜̩͎̮͚̒͛̒͑̇̌͜͝͝͝m̴̪̙̥̣̱͐b̷͔̳͛̾͗́̏̓̉́͆͂̆̾̉͘͝ȩ̵̢͚̰͍͔͙̼̈́̽̂͐ͅr̸̨̘͎̹̟͉̠̣̳̫̞͔̿̄͗͐̆̎̽̀͝ ̵̛͎͍̈́ͅm̷̼̗̱̣͔̲̹̈́̑̈́̄̎̈́̀̆̄̓̀͘͜͜͠ë̴̤̻̼̜̹̫͎̙́̽̑ͅ?̸̧̰͙͎̤̺̱̥̥̔̌ͅ"̶̛̖̗̜͎̖̖͚͇͖̰͂̌̒̄̏̆͑̈̕͠  He asked.

“How could I forget you?” You answered.

You welcomed the darkness.

***

“I love you.” You say, and unlike that maniacal glee, something else appeared in his eye. You did not know what it was, but you knew you liked it by the way your heart fluttered. 

It didn’t take long for your chest to be emptied, your blood dripping down your chest as you fell forward.

You were quite pleased with how enamoured he was by your heart, and had no qualms with the darkness.

***

"̶̧̧̲̺̖͎̘̟̹̳͒̉͑͛̈̒̒͂̓̏͘͜Ȧ̴̧̧̡̧͍̦̠̮͎̹̣̓ȓ̴̡̨͈̹̭̞̺͇͚̗̘̃͂̈́̾͑̀̇̾͛͘͝e̸̳̋́̈́̂̊̀͆̕͘͝ ̷̦̬̫̖̇̂̍̋́͂́ÿ̴̨̛̛͖̫̰̩̼̳̬̫̗͊͐̏͊͋̅̀͛̃ȏ̷̢͚͎̣̻ú̸̡̯̝̤̗̠͔̩͇̻̣̺̤͝ ̴̫̲͎̬̞̻̟̾͋͆̈̀͛̽͗͛̔ͅm̸̛̛̩̼̥̰͉̝͔̬͖͆͆́͑̔̔̍͛͛̍͘̕į̴̧̧̙̲̙̳̥̥͍̙̙̣̅̋̔̐̂n̴̛̳̠̮̠̗͍̽̈́̌́́̍͂͘͜è̶̞̬̇̒͐̄̈́͛ͅ?̶̧̨͖̝̘͎̘͖̻́͂"̷̢̤̗͍̺̳̼̥͔̼̓̽̓̒̈́̓̔͊͑̈́͌̔̂͠  He questioned, staring at you with intensity.

“Yes.” You answered easily, with no hesitation.

His eye curved, and you welcomed the dark.

***

"̷̨̨͇̦̜̖̟̖̜̈́̈̊͠M̷̝̣̤͖̗͖͎̯̰̺̥̫̝̰̈̾͌̇͛̑��͜į̴̛̹̰͕͂̈́̉̆̒͋̌̒̄͘ņ̸̨̱̞͖̺͕̯̹͕̗̩̆̐̅̀̑̓̇͐̇̅̃̎̉e̸̜̻̫̰̫͓̟̰͆̅̇̾̂̅̍̄̿̊͐̅̐̈͜ͅ.̵͇̤͚̺̘͇͋̈́̋̾̔͆̎̊͜ͅ ̴̢̜͉̤͊̑̀́̽͂̎̈̔̏̈͆̃̑͠Ṁ̸̮͙̻̟̻̻̮̰̝̻̍̇̉͂̎̍͊̽ͅͅͅi̶̬̠̻̖͙̗͒͒͑̊̾͌̈́͛̿̑́̈͗̐́͜ǹ̸̝̟̬̤̘̙͙͖͔̜̙̥̯͋̈́͑̑͑̓͂̐̊̈́̿͊̆͠ͅȩ̵̲͇͇̳̫͙̦̰͉͆̾͌͘͝.̵̢͖̱̟͇̫̪͎͚͍̟̳͔̜̼̿̽̆͒̋̀̔̀̀̂̀͘͝ ̵͙͙͑̉̿̄̀̇̆͗̄̈̽͝M̴̧̩̤̟̯͙͍̜̥̗̱͕̲̄͋́̐̈͌̔̾͗̊̕͜͝ͅi̴̧̞̭̖͔̙͕̿͌͊̋̅̀̚̕͜n̷̢͚̠͉͎̫͓͐ê̶̝̬̪̼̼̭̖̟̲̪̯͇̊.̵̧͇̖̯̟̣̣̭̻̺̳̍̀̀̈̈͜ ̴̢̛͙̭̫̼̠̗͖́̎̉͗̌̽͐̏̆͠͝M̷̫̟͉͙̤̲̮̩͇̰̻̘̈̽̀̒̏̾͑̈́̔͆͝ĩ̴̭̲̠̟͕̘͕̯̪̜͎̤͎̗͎̌͑̾͂͐̒̇̈́̉̚̕͝͝n̷̨̜͍̹̝̹͈̅́̐͐̈̈́̑͑͂ͅȩ̶̖͎̭͉͍̳̍͗̊̈́͆̈̀̊̍̉̔̕.̶̛̺͈̻̂̆̓̎̊̍͒̑̓̎́̚͝ͅ ̴̗́͐̽M̵̤̤̫͎̰̤̩͓̾͑̓͋̈́̄̔̾̾͑̇̂̈́͋͝ͅi̵̪̬͉͕̬͎̺̓̃̄̒̑n̴̼͙̥͉̳̘̻͒͛̕̚e̶̡̨̛̗̬̭̪̩̪̊̅͒͗.̴̨̳͔̝̠̝̝͛̍ ̸̱̼̺͓̺̤̋̉̈́̋̀̇̎̔̓̚M̴̍̄́͆̓̓̏̍̀́͐́̕ͅi̸̡̢̤̝͖̥̙͕̤͇̰͐̒̄̈͐̌͜͝n̸̨͖̣̩̽͋̒̂͊ȩ̵̣̞̞̫͉̩̣̀̽̎̍̓̍̉̅̔͛̏̚͝͠.̸͚̖̞̫̜͛̇̌͆͌̌͗̾̓̕͝ ̴̲̠͎͚̪̆͐M̷̛̘̩̭̹͚̻̗̯͈̐͆̌̉̐͐̄͂̓̇̄̽͝͝į̶̨̧̭͎̻͓̩̼̣̪̹̱̠̰̋n̴̲̥̲̼̹͚̪͖̙̪̭̺͌̔͒̀̓̓̆̆͆̔̓͛̕͜͠e̴̢̧̤̮̮̟̪͈͇̹̘̘͆͒͌͒̓͌̐̒̀͊̀̃̕̕͝.̴̧̢̝̣̟̼͇͎̟̟̟̫̻͕͊̎͌͜"̴̛̼̯͑͒͐̃͒͋́̀̀̈́̕͝  

He repeated to himself, over and over again under his breath. You stared at him, lips curving upwards as you let out a wheezing chuckle.

“Yes,” You say, brushing a hand against his cheek. He let you. “I’m yours.” 

A flex of his hand and your neck snapped. 

You welcomed the dark.

***

"̶̘̯͎̹̍̈́̂̂̑̽Ḯ̴̡̖͙̣̗̗͎͍̥̰̌̊͌̏̊͌͘'̷̢̪̼̺̣̣̠͓͉͙͖̙̞͗̽̈̀̈́̋̑m̴̡͍̮̤͇̩̤̫̩̟͓̠̂̏̇̎͗̋͂̓̒̐̋͗̒́̕ͅ ̷̨̱̻̩̖͉͓͖͔̭͕͚̬̻̱͑̈́͗͗̏̇̎̓̂̕͘ý̴̲̺͚̼̳̯̦̠̖̠̿̊̂͗̓̇̒̄̑̔̕o̴̧̞̣̹̳̭̹͉̣͈̘̲͈̐̎̈́u̵̢̳̖̣̲̙̱̅̓̉̊̀͂̇̃̅̌͊̅r̷̮̞̯͎͇̹͍̓͊̏̾̾̅̂̌͛͝ͅş̵̯͓̉̏̅͗?̸͓̭̣̍̾̓͊́͒̆͘͝"̷̡͍͕̩͖͍̣̦̗͖̠̜̍̃́ͅ He asked curiously, silent as he waited for your answer.

You rubbed your thumb across his cheek. “If you want to be.” You mumbled and his gaze sharped as he dragged a hand down your chest, fingers digging into soft skin and relieving it of it’s precious ichor.

"̷̢͖̯̣̟͖̦̤̯̲̜̞̅͆͛̌Y̶͔̜̏̈́͌́̚o̴̻͎̰̎̐̓̑̊͑͜ų̵̬̜̩̌̔ͅ'̴̢͚͕̻͚̠̰͔͈̆̀̅̀͗̏͒̓̈͛͋̄̂͘̚ŗ̴̢̮̪̯̗̻̳̖̰̺͓̭͙̈́͆̾́̃͜e̵̗̘̬̠̒̉̈́ ̴̧̛̱͙͓͉̤͎̞̮̠̬̟̩̻̇͌̊̓̿̂̈́̆̅m̶̡̘͇̹̑̓͗̃̅̏̀̒͂͝͝ï̶̛̳̤̭̲͈̹͚̊͆͐̎̑̋̚ǹ̵̘̜͍̤̯̳͔̜̠̥̙̹̳́̏̈̐̋͜ẻ̴͉͙̲̥̞̜̯̤̜̎̉͑̒̎̀̕͝,̴͔̙̬͇̻͎̖̻̰͖̀̾͂̈́̒̀͘ ̶̛͍̪̺̳̞̼̤̟̼͉̟̥̤̱̟̌̈́͐́̄̓͂͆̔̚̚a̷̢̘͙͉̯̭̝̞̻̲͂̀̅̓̽n̸̛̹̭̤͔͊̀̑̅͂̾d̴̢̺̭̲̗̠̠̟̳̫́̊̏ ̵̢̺̼̲̟͙͕̀͊̎̀̐̓͒́̔̀I̴̡̛̛̳̰͇̱̹̞̯͈̖͔̭̮̠̍͆̉̐́̋̎̉̓̈́̆̈́͝ͅ'̴̡̱̤͈̜͉̺̲͓̼̼̫̄̀̌̅m̸̞̍̒̃͗͌̎̈́̊̈͝͝͝ ̴͇͖̤̱̓͛̉͌̀͝͠y̷̹̥̖͓̰̠̟̖̻̿͐̄ͅo̶̼͙̓ũ̷̡̬̜̟̳͍̻͐͌͑̿͆͂̈́͑͘͜͠r̴̼̤̜̳̀͗̈́̇̎ṡ̸̥̿̂̉̅̓͛͊͘.̴̡̧͇̬̖͎̺͌̔̈́̿̆̀̊̂̆̐͊̋͝͠͠"̶̺̬̬̹̯̱̠̻̉̾͗̆̀̓̀̐͝ 

His voice carried a finality that made it known there was no other option to reach, anymore. His hand dug into your chest, piercing flesh and bone alike as his hand wrapped around your heart.

"̷̨̨͇̦̜̖̟̖̜̈́̈̊͠M̷̝̣̤͖̗͖͎̯̰̺̥̫̝̰̈̾͌̇͛̑̕͜į̴̛̹̰͕͂̈́̉̆̒͋̌̒̄͘ņ̸̨̱̞͖̺͕̯̹͕̗̩̆̐̅̀̑̓̇͐̇̅̃̎̉e̸̜̻̫̰̫͓̟̰͆̅̇̾̂̅̍̄̿̊͐̅̐̈͜ͅ.̵͇̤͚̺̘͇͋̈́̋̾̔͆̎̊͜ͅ ̴̢̜͉̤͊̑̀́̽͂̎̈̔̏̈͆̃̑͠Ṁ̸̮͙̻̟̻̻̮̰̝̻̍̇̉͂̎̍͊̽ͅͅͅi̶̬̠̻̖͙̗͒͒͑̊̾͌̈́͛̿̑́̈͗̐́͜ǹ̸̝̟̬̤̘̙͙͖͔̜̙̥̯͋̈́͑̑͑̓͂̐̊̈́̿͊̆͠ͅȩ̵̲͇͇̳̫͙̦̰͉͆̾͌͘͝.̵̢͖̱̟͇̫̪͎͚͍̟̳͔̜̼̿̽̆͒̋̀̔̀̀̂̀͘͝ ̵͙͙͑̉̿̄̀̇̆͗̄̈̽͝M̴̧̩̤̟̯͙͍̜̥̗̱͕̲̄͋́̐̈͌̔̾͗̊̕͜͝ͅi̴̧̞̭̖͔̙͕̿͌͊̋̅̀̚̕͜n̷̢͚̠͉͎̫͓͐ê̶̝̬̪̼̼̭̖̟̲̪̯͇̊.̵̧͇̖̯̟̣̣̭̻̺̳̍̀̀̈̈͜ ̴̢̛͙̭̫̼̠̗͖́̎̉͗̌̽͐̏̆͠͝M̷̫̟͉͙̤̲̮̩͇̰̻̘̈̽̀̒̏̾͑̈́̔͆͝ĩ̴̭̲̠̟͕̘͕̯̪̜͎̤͎̗͎̌͑̾͂͐̒̇̈́̉̚̕͝͝n̷̨̜͍̹̝̹͈̅́̐͐̈̈́̑͑͂ͅȩ̶̖͎̭͉͍̳̍͗̊̈́͆̈̀̊̍̉̔̕.̶̛̺͈̻̂̆̓̎̊̍͒̑̓̎́̚͝ͅ ̴̗́͐̽M̵̤̤̫͎̰̤̩͓̾͑̓͋̈́̄̔̾̾͑̇̂̈́͋͝ͅi̵̪̬͉͕̬͎̺̓̃̄̒̑n̴̼͙̥͉̳̘̻͒͛̕̚e̶̡̨̛̗̬̭̪̩̪̊̅͒͗.̴̨̳͔̝̠̝̝͛̍ ̸̱̼̺͓̺̤̋̉̈́̋̀̇̎̔̓̚M̴̍̄́͆̓̓̏̍̀́͐́̕ͅi̸̡̢̤̝͖̥̙͕̤͇̰͐̒̄̈͐̌͜͝n̸̨͖̣̩̽͋̒̂͊ȩ̵̣̞̞̫͉̩̣̀̽̎̍̓̍̉̅̔͛̏̚͝͠.̸͚̖̞̫̜͛̇̌͆͌̌͗̾̓̕͝ ̴̲̠͎͚̪̆͐M̷̛̘̩̭̹͚̻̗̯͈̐͆̌̉̐͐̄͂̓̇̄̽͝͝į̶̨̧̭͎̻͓̩̼̣̪̹̱̠̰̋n̴̲̥̲̼̹͚̪͖̙̪̭̺͌̔͒̀̓̓̆̆͆̔̓͛̕͜͠e̴̢̧̤̮̮̟̪͈͇̹̘̘͆͒͌͒̓͌̐̒̀͊̀̃̕̕͝.̴̧̢̝̣̟̼͇͎̟̟̟̫̻͕͊̎͌͜"̴̛̼̯͑͒͐̃͒͋́̀̀̈́̕͝

***

"̷̪̰͇͌̐̈́́̿̈́͌̔̾̊̕͜͝A̵͎͕̩͈͆͊͐̉̀̏̈́̽͛̍̈́̀̽͝ŗ̸̬̫̬̫͎͗̿̌͒̊̀̏͒͋͝é̶̡̝͓̮̖̮͉̜̟͆̈̊̈́̎͂̍͂͊̿̋̚͘͘ͅ ̷̨̩̭̥́̒͠y̴̗͈̩̏̅̀̀ô̶̡̮̯̥͇̺̽̈́͆ű̶͍͙̠̯̰̋͋͜ ̸̡̺̥͍̦̫̐̒́̃̇p̴̝͍͉̽r̴͎̲̜̖̫͕̹̜͕̀͝o̷̼͍͇̎̏͌͌̽ͅu̶̡̯͛d̸̨̤͔̺̤͚̥̘͎͍̭͌͒̐͐̓͋̌̐̾͐̀̇̂̚͘͜ ̶̧̡̮̰̝̩͓͎͕̻́̆̓̇̍͛̀̃̚ơ̶̧̧̜̺͖̲̬͙̗͋̌̋̇̋̏̆͊͊̽̋͐̍f̸͍̖̠̤̱̥͓͍̩̩̹̀̓̈́̕͜ ̸̛̮̭̳̺͙̺̲̻̰͉̟̃̀̿͊̓m̵̫̱̫͚̑̅̾̿̕ė̶̢̛̘̠͉͎̭̬͗̀̓̋͝?̷̡̢͎̣̯̻̺̬̰͍̂̚͜͠ ̸͓͚̳̠̗̟͌̎̏W̷̨̑̔̐͛ḩ̷͓̝̹̦̻̺͕̥̤͙͇̦̥̈́̈a̸͈̺̮̭͈̗͎̥͎̣͔͑̂͂̿̾̚t̷̲͔̙̘̣͊̌̎͋̀ͅ ̴̣̳̻̂̈́͒̐͊̊̽̇̓͌̓͝Į̴̛̖̝̬̼̰͉̾̆́́̍͌͑̓̔̋̀̓͐̂'̴̛̲̼̝̣̯̠̎̅̿̊͂́̄̈́͗̋̔͊͜͝v̷̡͕̻̬͇̤̗̟̦̱̙͔��̼̈́̏̈́̑̌ȩ̷̨͙͍̦̟̫̑̑͊̏̍̓ ̷̢̦̖̳̲͐̏̑̾́̋̇̈́̋̃̀̉̏̓͝d̷̡̘͖̺̫̦̤̙̝̞͎̬̳̲̑̌̆̆̾̓́̉̾̏͘ơ̷̢͇̜͎͚̪̣̘̲̯͉̰̫̿̎̽̃ṅ̶̛͎̗̲̖̪̂͑̚ȩ̵̧̠̹̘̥̖̀́̈́̈͗́̌͊̀͘̕͝?̷̨͔̹͈͖͙̜̙̰͍̻̝̳̳̪̿̍̆̂̀͠"̴̡͍̖̪̱̑͒̓̔̋̂ He asked for the first time.

“Yes.” There was no hesitation on your part, there never was. His gaze sharped with a clarity you had only seen a few times, enough to count on one hand, and he searched your face for something, anything. Then your eyes. He gazed deep into them and, not for the first time, you noticed just how beautiful his remaining eye was. 

Your head rolled, and darkness you welcomed once more.

***

No words were exchanged this time. For there was nothing to be said.

He was waiting for you, letting you come to him before he grabbed your arm with a gentleness that confused you. 

There was no ground beneath you now, nothing solid to stand upon as you hung in the air.

He could have dropped you, you know. You thought he would have.

Instead, he brought you to his cradle, and wrapped himself around you.

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A g a i n

"You're back."

"Why are you here?" (1)

"Next time then."

"Why are you here?" (2)

"Why do you remember me?"

"Are you mine?"

"Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine" (1)

"I'm yours?"

"You're mine, and I'm yours."

"Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine" (2)

"Are you proud of me? what I've done?"

Yo @lulu-nightbon wanna see something I wrote about one of my ocs?