☤ ( a little late, sorry )
☤ - a memory of death/loss
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Perhaps it had been day, perhaps night (on the ark, it never was possible to tell). small details etched themselves into his mind, the day the sole thing that would go unclouded in all his thoughts. fifty years locked away, a fall from the very edge of the atmosphere could not vanquish the gruesome memory, and he would hold onto it forever.
she’d work her signature blue, done her hair up in its typical way. he wore his different, refusing to let her brush it down into its neat little bob that morning, refusing to let himself be tamed or doted on. had he only just let her pull him onto her lap, let her brush down his hair. he didn’t, he’d regret it, he’d lose sleep over it. simply how fate worked with him.
he would spend the morning with his brother not-brother, tests and the works set upon the both of them, how fast he could run and how slow the other did, their various affinities for various subjects, all sorts of things along those lines. he would leave his not-brother later still, the elder in need to stay for testing, the younger going off to play with the blonde. not two minutes into setting up a tea party, or opening some book [ he can’t quite remember ], the alarm would sound. he'd take her hand and run. no one would threaten them first. he just knows.
and time would make itself scarce, three minutes after both of them in a little room, he trying to drag her into that little tube when she's hit, when she promptly after presses the button to send him down. the only reaction he gets is calling out her name desperately while she thanks him for being her sole friend. he denies it, but she, this imperfect being accepts death far more graciously than he. the ultimate lifeform a time did not know how to simply let go.
and he still hasn't let go of her.
