#MY FLAMECHJASERSSSSS

[aevitium]

✧ ˖  @cabernetsauvignor asked:

Though it’s been years beyond years, to Eden it is merely moments between that eternal darkness and waking again in the light of others. She had not had to grapple with her death - it had been by her design and full intention. Her reawakening, however, was not as predictable, and it had puzzled her at first. Some misguided force had mistaken her presence as necessary, perhaps.  She has no need to question it, though. She simply is. It’s not until Eden spies a face all too familiar that she is put at ease, regardless of her purpose.  Though it’s been years, to Eden there is nothing more natural than reprising Elysia’s company. Reuniting with dear Elysia was reason enough to breathe new life into a body that deserved it not. A friend and a comfort, irreplaceable. “Oh, I’m happy to see you again. Let me treat you to dinner.” Her words practically dance from her tongue. Though Eden is usually measured in her speech, practiced in years of performance, there is genuine mirth to her words. She sets her cup down on the nearest surface delicately, and Eden opens her arms to her, offering an embrace. 

She is, as she always has been and always will be, like a waking dream. Eden-- that sweet, holy name, so befitting of she to whom it was given. Had Elysia not known so many lifetimes of gazing upon her, she might not think the other real. Too perfect to be tangible, too good to be true.

Oh, but Elysia knows she is real because she always has been. From the start of time there has been Eden, and until the end there will be still. Ego's eyes glitter with a thousand horizon's worth of stars, all so pale in comparison to Gold.

Let me treat you to dinner. Time, the very essence of the world, have taken new and unrecognizable shapes, but not Eden. Never Eden.

"Dinner," Elysia echoes, her voice in the clouds, "well, how could I ever turn down such an invitation~"

The other's arms fall open in way of an offer, an invitation, and as with the first Ego accepts without thought or hesitation. She moves as though drawn by marionette strings, or perhaps her own heart, further and further until she is buried in the warmth of her dearest friend once more. A reunion, a homecoming-- her nose pressed to Eden's collar and arms curled tightly around her. There is serenity in this, as there always has been.

Elysia breathes her in and then out once more, a soft sigh through her lips.

"We can stay like this a while first, though."