Whether it was her who was out of touch with time or that Earth was still painted red all around, it was hard to tell day from night. Regardless of what little to no difference between the two the time had come to reunite with him once and for all. There were things she wished he hadn’t done, things she had hoped to be different —— she was foolishly blind and oblivious to the wreckage she would leave behind in the hearts of those she loved the most ( even if she didn’t regret doing what she did, what had to be done ) and for that, responsibility and guilt sunk deep into her chest like knives plunging painfully inside. The past pain couldn’t be erased and no one was to be blamed solely. The fact his will for reunion was so strong that he’d managed to come back was hope itself, that in this world they could make things better. For them, for their son. Her loving fingers ran through his dark, short hair. A mellow touch as if purposefully avoiding to wake him up just yet as she sat on the ground by his side. She’d wait there until consciousness was ready to come back to him, her heart skipping beats at the prospect of what would come soon enough. Hearing his voice, seeing his always stern expression… Even after all this time it was him, she may have become a god for a short while but it would always be him who made her feel impossibly human. ❛ It’s been a long time but I’m here, my love. ❜ The murmur escaped through the smile on her lips. // @controlsoul
HE FINDS THE WINTER WINDS SOMEWHERE IN HER TOUCH, both
refreshing and cool as it runs through his hair, both a welcome change of pace that no longer exists in the current age, and when the commander dares to remember, Pandora merely chuckles in response, and the past snaps back to him at once --- ALL OF IT: the world’s end, his own end, the merging of humanity into a higher state of being, NERV, SEELE, the inevitable betrayal, Fuyutsuki, his officers, Ritsuko, Shinji -------- and Yui.
Supposedly, the existence of this place implied that he had succeeded -------- but if that were the case, why then, does he gasp for air in time with the epiphany? What rational explanation was there for the cold sweat he finds himself in as he stares wide-eyed at this new, unfamiliar world that the Gendo Ikari of yesterday would drill into with his deadlock gaze, and stare it into submission? In any case, the sky here is a blatant lie, siren hues of warm reds and oranges that whisper tales of harmony, of an infinity without strife, and it is in this perfect world that he suddenly considers the possibility that perhaps, this is what loss looks like --- for what is a world without Yui, but a final world devoid of meaning to him?
It is then that, after a long thirteen years, Gendo Ikari finally hears the voice of his wife, as affectionate and serene as the day she left him.
“ YUI. ” he mutters, and in her presence, does he decide to fall apart; to let her key of hope penetrate the layers of rust and distrust upon his heart and unlock it once more, to let her soften his hardened expression as his eyes confirm over and over again this daydream of a reality, one that smiles upon him without malice ( oh, to love again !! to love again !! ) and on instinct does he shift his arm, placing his gloved hand into her own and squeezing it to feel the warmth she emanates, a warmth that he has sorely missed for a decade.
She is real, and she is here at his side, and the exhausted joy of it all cannot help but manifest as a faint smile on his face, one that grows more sheepish by the second --- one that he hopes she would forgive him for in due eternity. “ You’ve been this beautiful for all this time, and you’ve never once sent me a postcard !! I’m hurt, dear --- I’m hurt. ”
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