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|Start of Something|

[Author’s Note: This is a prompt from @prettyisasprettydoes1306 ✨]

[Erik]

“Fuck,” I hissed, as I looked down at my shoulder. Blood was pouring from it even though the bullet only pierced the area. The angle it was at made it impossible for me to sew the shit up myself. I wished it were possible to hit the same target twice because that’s how mad I was about this shit. Pressing down on the gas, I continued to swerve in and out of traffic. The wound itself didn’t concern me too much but the loss of blood did. The sooner I get this taken care of the better. With the way I drive I’m pulling into the emergency room parking lot in under twenty minutes. For a random Wednesday, it’s oddly kind of crowded in the waiting room but I don’t care.

“AYE CAN I GET SOME HELP PLEASE,” I yell out, causing the hustle and bustle of the room to come to a grinding halt. Everyone including the staff are staring at me like I’m speaking in a foreign language instead of plain old regular English. “LIKE TODAY?!”

The last statement causes the most beautiful woman I ever seen rushing my way. She’s shorter than me but not pocket sized, with thick natural hair pulled into a bun, and chocolate skin that I would love to take a bite out of.

“Sir, you do not have to yell. Come with me,” she says, ushering me by the elbow.

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| Remaining With You|

Time was a peculiar thing especially when you were the person in charge of bending and shaping it’s will. Millennia after millennia this is what He was responsible for. Often, there was no pleasure in this type of work. Scores of populations are wiped out for the betterment of the multiverse almost daily. It was, by no exaggeration, a thankless job. However, there was one person who made him occasionally bend time in his favor. Something he tried not to do from an ethical standpoint. She was the only light in his life. The only person who could move him to feel. This made her powerful and this is why he had to keep her hidden away in a timeline crafted specifically for her. One that looped so that it took her a full millennia to age two months. It’s what kept her a part of his life for so long even though it had been awhile since she had been appreciative of that fact. There had been some…scuffles every now and again over the issue but the love they had endured. It remained because he willed it so.

Seeing that Loki and his companion Slyvie were still on track, He figured there was enough time to slip away from the citadel before things became interesting in that regard. With a snap of his fingers he was lightyears away in a world that looked similar to others. There was nothing unique about it to him, to others it probably was a marvel with its progressive architecture and high end technology. Stuffing his hands into his pocket, he walked along the masses until he made his way to the mansion where she resided. He could have snapped himself directly there but She did not like that and after popping up when she was with one of her lovers, he decided that he did not like it either. So he walked and walked until the urbanness of the city rescinded into the slow rhythm of suburbia.

Her house was on a sprawling piece of land that he had warded to keep away any evil doers. He was the only one who could freely step on the property. Everyone else had to be invited or else they would be forced to circle the perimeter until they got tired or gave up. Stilling himself, He allowed his mind to reach out for her aura. Once locating it, he popped into the room littered with candles. He respectfully waited close to the door with his hands clasped at his waist as She wrapped up her prayers. Once she said the psalms of a dead tongue, he spoke up.

“Why do you still mourn people who have long returned to the stars?” He asked, genuinely curious at the rituals She was insistent on practicing.

“Because they are always a part of me. Remembering is important. Remembering is hard. You have become too used to forgetting,” She said, a sad smile on her lips. She bowed her head one more time before moving away from the altar altogether. Instead turning to walk out of the room with him on her heels.

“I remember,” He said defiantly.

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