ilo and melina soulmatism…. her seeing the world through his eyes,,, him doing whatever it takes to see her smile—going so far as to take up the path of elden lord because he doesn’t want her sacrifice to be all for naught despite the fact that he never saw himself worthy of the title in the first place. she’s the first and most purest form of love that he will ever experience, and like a man starved for bread he constantly leans towards her light, the way a drowning man reaches for air, the way he has always reached for the people he loves, desperate and hungry and terrified of his own need.
he’s so much like orpheus, in that regard. and it pains me how little time they have together, how it’s all a matter of time before they have to say goodbye. ( except they never do, do they? they never did get to say goodbye. ilo will forever regret the fact that he didn’t try hard enough to express how much she’s changed him for the better. but when have words ever been enough when it came to what they had? when it came to her? )
they make me so SICK.
