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Looking at you now..
The air is still around us; mid-summer, and the sun is low. Warm, and I still feel frozen, watching your face and seeing you like it's the first time I've ever seen you. Losing you has always been a possibility. We've never lived very safely, but I always knew in the back of my mind that the Gods held us in favor, and somehow let myself fall into this security...where I thought I'd always wake up to you. To this face, and those beautiful green eyes.
You're usually so snarky, too. Always something bitchy to say, just to get me to smile, but you don't say anything... You can't speak, either. You just stare back at me, and I waver a bit. My face cracks, and I can feel it...
This is the last lifetime I'll be allowed by your side. I've already been given so much, but... Even after rising from Hell itself to stay by your side...
Angels don't live forever. I knew that.
I traded eternity for time by your side, and it was entirely worth it.
...but I had no idea who you were.
The son of Ezra. A God. Your lifetime would far outspan my own... And as hard as I tried to reason with myself that I truly could have lost you in one way or another at any given time during our many, many relationships, and lifetimes together, this was truly the only time I ever really understood the feeling of loss.
"Loic," I say softly, only half hearing myself even say it out loud. I know what you'll do when I go. You'll put me someplace nice, and probably never visit. Talk about me a lot to the kids we have that don't hate us, and... I know you'll miss me, but I worry that it's selfish I want you to. I want you to miss me like I would miss you. There's no doubt about who I am to you, and that you'll miss me...but I wonder your level of distress.
Humanity had taken away the place we met, but after all the fighting, most of the land was left to reclaim itself, and here it was that we chose to spend most of our time together. The treeless hill. It almost felt empty. Would you visit this place after this lifetime was over? I smile at you, and rest my forehead against yours, sighing, "What you must be thinking in that head of yours right now.. I knew you were special, but I had no idea you were special to everyone else." I looked into your eyes as if I were searching for something. Something beside that childish fire that claimed me, and said you'd never let this happen. Deeper than the shell people could see, and more to the deepest depths people couldn't understand, to grasp how we'd been with each other since the dawn of our first lives. Deep where all those years we were held apart were still burned into our flesh, and... Suppose I wasn't really thinking clearly, "Loic... I want to be buried here. Give you a reason to keep coming back. So I won't be lonely."
Looking at you now..
The air is still around us; mid-summer, and the sun is low. Warm, and I still feel frozen, watching your face and seeing you like it's the first time I've ever seen you. Losing you has always been a possibility. We've never lived very safely, but I always knew in the back of my mind that the Gods held us in favor, and somehow let myself fall into this security...where I thought I'd always wake up to you. To this face, and those beautiful green eyes.
You're usually so snarky, too. Always something bitchy to say, just to get me to smile, but you don't say anything... You can't speak, either. You just stare back at me, and I waver a bit. My face cracks, and I can feel it...
This is the last lifetime I'll be allowed by your side. I've already been given so much, but... Even after rising from Hell itself to stay by your side...
Angels don't live forever. I knew that.
I traded eternity for time by your side, and it was entirely worth it.
...but I had no idea who you were.
The son of Ezra. A God. Your lifetime would far outspan my own... And as hard as I tried to reason with myself that I truly could have lost you in one way or another at any given time during our many, many relationships, and lifetimes together, this was truly the only time I ever really understood the feeling of loss.
"Loic," I say softly, only half hearing myself even say it out loud. I know what you'll do when I go. You'll put me someplace nice, and probably never visit. Talk about me a lot to the kids we have that don't hate us, and... I know you'll miss me, but I worry that it's selfish I want you to. I want you to miss me like I would miss you. There's no doubt about who I am to you, and that you'll miss me...but I wonder your level of distress.
Humanity had taken away the place we met, but after all the fighting, most of the land was left to reclaim itself, and here it was that we chose to spend most of our time together. The treeless hill. It almost felt empty. Would you visit this place after this lifetime was over? I smile at you, and rest my forehead against yours, sighing, "What you must be thinking in that head of yours right now.. I knew you were special, but I had no idea you were special to everyone else." I looked into your eyes as if I were searching for something. Something beside that childish fire that claimed me, and said you'd never let this happen. Deeper than the shell people could see, and more to the deepest depths people couldn't understand, to grasp how we'd been with each other since the dawn of our first lives. Deep where all those years we were held apart were still burned into our flesh, and... Suppose I wasn't really thinking clearly, "Loic... I want to be buried here. Give you a reason to keep coming back. So I won't be lonely."
