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is he going to be a great uncle.

#✦ ✯ ic.#✦ ✯ crack.#stareats #//WAIT. HE'S NOT READY.#//the aether braincell pings around languidly.

please understand. akira is my onglydoople belyflop think they're smiling

HSHHSJSJWIWIWIQIWKWK HHEELLLOOOOOOOO????????????????? IVE NVR SEEN THIS HELP.......he looks so polite.....

#stardust speaking !#laughed opening my inbox oh my god #hes so tiny #thank u......#stareats

cut your braid you look too much like my brother

i was here first. i existed before that flop was even a thought in time and space. he will die a horrible, painful death in 7 days.

#ic tbt.#ask tbt.#stareats #the way shes actually right im so fucking scared

for @stareats, continued from here.

THEIR INHERENT COMPATIBILITY had been unshakeable ever since their conception.

Twins - this was a notion as sacred as destiny itself in the natural order of things. Just as celestial bodies would always find their equal, in such a manner was it impossible to permanently EXCISE one twin from another. Just as the tide would always eventually return to its anchoring shore, reunion was always inevitable.

How long had it been? Aether stood frozen before her. He swallowed, daring not to blink lest she disappear. She was as he remembered her : sharp-eyed, her expression more stony than it used to be, her mouth a cold and unreadable line. She'd used to don such a mask when she was upset ; hence the lines of her face weren't entirely unfamiliar. But there was something about her posture, the way her hair lay across her face and neck, the cut of her dress - this was Lumine, and yet the Aether who'd known every part of her intimately like the back of his hand in a way only a sibling could did not recognize her.

Nevertheless, there was something hot and invasive welling in his throat, stinging at his eyes, tugging at his airway. The fact that she had to ask was in on itself DAMNING, but Aether couldn't find it in himself to care. Just being near her was enough to fill that jagged hole in his chest that had simply REFUSED to take any substitute over five hundred fruitless years of trying.

Aether tried to fight the way his hands trembled in lieu of speaking. He didn't feel that he could trust his own voice not to crack or break beneath the strain. Still, there were words laid over his tongue, thorny and pressed up against the backs of his teeth, scrambling up the narrow column of his throat - please don't go ; where have you been? ; don't deceive me ; I love you ; let's just go home.