Continued with @drillsoul from here!
The very reason for her existence was for this moment.
A phrase she had told herself over and over again as floret eyes took in the stars that sometimes struck fear within her very core. A sensation to admire the vastness of space--it reminded her so much of his eyes, the way it sucked her in and glimmered back—and to fear the voyage she had once forcibly taken among those worlds far from the one she called home.
As Nia stared into the irises of the once familiar gaze, there was no fear. No reason for her to feel anything but the boundless emotion that bloomed in her chest. It felt as if time had still for her, the way he gazed at her was the same way he had in the years of fashioning the world—the way her own appearance reflected, as if the years had not passed. How long had she wandered, seeking passage back to Kamina City, only to hear word that Simon was not even there?
Where would she look for him? Scour every path until she stumbled across him? It was something that Nia had pledged herself to do, to find him on her own two feet never use the remnant inside of her to seek him out and to rejoin him.
But to have him come here, this place, a mere village compared to the city constructed by his hands, was something far beyond her thought at all. Fetching water from the well was a task anyone could do, so those who sheltered the Princess gave it to her to accomplish. Anything to keep her away from the kitchen. Turning and seeing him had stunned her that the fingers that she had grown used to having once more could not hold onto anything.
Even as her own shoes began to soak in the water she had dropped, Nia felt imprisoned within herself as she watched Simon—oh god, it was him, truly him—scoop up the bucket and offer it to her along with the glimmering gift she had left behind. Tentative, trembling digits moved forward as she gently touched the face of the gem.
As if finally given permission to move more than just her arm, Nia closed the space between them, leaving the ring and bucket in his calloused hands as arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, face burying along his collarbone, pushing all else aside for him. That very scent of his that clung to his clothes, a mix of dirt musk that made her heart throb. “…Simon…!” Her throat finally allowed sound to release into the air, the grip on him tightening some as floret eyes closed finally.
He won’t disappear when I open them. Not like in my dreams.
“Simon…You are truly...” Nia breathed out, keeping her floret eyes closed—the small edge that perhaps her fears would come to fruition should she look up into his dark eyes. “I always knew…” No, how could she keep her gaze away from him? She wanted to drink up every aspect of Simon. Floret eyes opened, a crescent illuminating her features, reminiscent of how it always did when she gazed upon him. “We would find each other once more.”
