"Aether?"
"Yes, starlight?"
"I'm tired. I don't...i don't know if I can do this anymore."
And what can the Abyss prince say? Selfishly ask you to hang on? to wait? to continue to endure the unbearable pain and guilt when it was his doings that have put you in this position in the first place? He's been working for year's and year's on this plan and his finally so close, he can't stop now.
He doesn't answer; he doesn't know how to. He doesn't want to. Instead, he holds you close. Closer, and closer, until your bodies are practically molded together. He holds you as if he's got all the time in the universe. He plays into the fantasy of you no longer suffering, a carefree smile etched on your face; of him not being a prince of the abyss or the travelers twin. Of him hoarding no title, except being yours.
HHHHHDHSGDHD FUCK . I LOVE THIS AU SO FUCKING MUCH, OH MY GOD THANK YOU
