[ curls up in his lap and whimpers pitifully ]
❝You waited?❞ there’s the sound of soft confusion that tints a ragged voice, but he does not question it further. off the edge of his throne she lies, her body wrapped firmly in his arms as he drags her closer. she waited — she had. there had been the shattering of his own supernova, and then he’d been left alone. seeing donna now was like seeing the messiah rise from the grave — a memory that was not his own despite how much he wished it could be. she was the woman who waited with full intentions of taking care of him, and although he’s in no current state to be taking care of anyone, lengthy fingers drag through her star-ridden hair until he’s brushed it back from her paling features. she had waited despite his intentions to never return, and it’s with a sleepy, throaty hum that he realizes how lucky he is to contain a star such as herself within the thin walls of his shaking palace. he wonders momentarily just how long it will be until that palace shatters as the rest of his world seems intent on doing.