His eyes close, as she touches his face. This touch—her touch—is something his body has craved with every fibre of his being, in every aching moment that this stolen body and Aqua’s heart have ever been apart. Even without a heart, he is here for her, using some power he did not know he possessed. Even with so little feeling or sensation—her light, even in all this darkness, is so warm.
He has fantasized a thousand times about them–Her, Him. Terra, Aqua, and Ven are holy in his mind. Fallen angels. Fallen Saints. Desperately he wanted to be Terra so he could have them for himself, deserve them. But a part of him, like a child demanding the entire bowl of candy all to himself and refusing to share with his siblings—desired more. Couldn’t he be the best of Terra and still himself?
Abandon the sense of self.
“Yes. Your Terra.” He purrs, ignoring the feeling of being slapped. “I… have looked for Ventus, within a certain labyrinth. However… it is easier said than done to travel through its depths.” He frowns, pausing. “But I will find him. I will save you both. I promise.”
as much as aqua wanted it to be, this wasn’t terra. while he felt the same, his light was absent. this was something otherworldly. it wasn’t terra. but it was something of him, a piece or maybe even a memory. even so, he wasn’t terra. aqua allowed a small sigh to pass through her lips, a calming one, one that helped clear her thoughts. it wasn’t terra, but this man wasn’t correcting her. perhaps it was because he didn’t want to shatter what was left of her, or maybe because it was what he wanted to be. aqua didn’t know.
even if it wasn’t him, aqua wouldn’t treat him any differently. a piece of terra was still terra in her eyes. “ i’ve learned not to speak his whereabouts aloud considering many will try to take him from his place. but if he’s safe, that’s all that matters. ”
she lowered her head, feeling the light blue tendrils fall over her shoulder and hang loosely. she didn’t want to bring it up, but she could feel the pain just by looking into his eyes- the pain of living up to a name that was not his own. “ you. . . are not terra, are you ? ” she stopped her voice from cracking just before it did. the thought of losing him, of failing her mission, was a crushing reality, but reality nonetheless. she had to work with what she got. “ i’m sorry for the confusion. . . what’s your name ? ”
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