[ He brushes his thumb over her cheek, then lays his palm flat and leans in to kiss her again. It's funny. He expected to either die before her or outlive her, but he never imagined they would simply be here together. Sometimes, it all feels a little too good to be true, but he knows it's his cynicism speaking. After centuries, he hasn't much reason to doubt what he's been allowed to have. ]
Hm. [ He seldom says it, but he misses them, too. Each of them. Maybe it's odd to seek that feeling, leaving as he does. It's just, he's seen the way some of them have fallen, consumed by apathy and the callousness of the years. He doesn't want to stumble down the same path. There's some comfort in the reminder that his heart remains intact.
He ducks a bit so she can place the crown on his head. A bright blue morpho flutters to one of the yellow blooms. He studies a plump red squirrel, clutching a nut as thick as its tail between its paws. It stares at him, unapologetic. ]
Crafty. [ He can envision it now. Dozens of squirrels, wearing tiny woven crowns. ] Will they have a leader?
[ He starts to walk, one hand still in hers. It doesn't matter where they go anymore, but he picks a direction regardless. The land around the Singularity has grown lush since; even without his canopy of firs, the trees that grow here give plenty of shade. He turns towards the shores to the east; he doesn't see much of the ocean through the winter, and he knows she likes the water. Besides. They might glimpse one of the dragons beneath. ]
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Hm. [ He seldom says it, but he misses them, too. Each of them. Maybe it's odd to seek that feeling, leaving as he does. It's just, he's seen the way some of them have fallen, consumed by apathy and the callousness of the years. He doesn't want to stumble down the same path. There's some comfort in the reminder that his heart remains intact.
He ducks a bit so she can place the crown on his head. A bright blue morpho flutters to one of the yellow blooms. He studies a plump red squirrel, clutching a nut as thick as its tail between its paws. It stares at him, unapologetic. ]
Crafty. [ He can envision it now. Dozens of squirrels, wearing tiny woven crowns. ] Will they have a leader?
[ He starts to walk, one hand still in hers. It doesn't matter where they go anymore, but he picks a direction regardless. The land around the Singularity has grown lush since; even without his canopy of firs, the trees that grow here give plenty of shade. He turns towards the shores to the east; he doesn't see much of the ocean through the winter, and he knows she likes the water. Besides. They might glimpse one of the dragons beneath. ]