Byxanych

THE BOYS SO CUTIE WE ALL LOVE THEM

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It is the the rawest forms of themselves (hence. stars) underneath the masks, underneath their titles. Without all the circumstances and pressures of being Clancy and The Torchbearer. The blurrypaint drips down clancy's hand, it's a deeper shade of blue. It shields her hands from being burnt by the light of a dying star. Of course something like this wouldn't happen physically. They don't get this respite from each other's touch between Cycles. But someplace, somewhere, they are here. In this moment, they are both aware of their place in The Cycle, but nothing can be done anymore because it's ending. Then it's going to repeat okay? We're gonna lose if we try to hold on forever, so please let me hold you for a while. okay?

In the morning dawn it's so hard to be mad at each other. They were so mad at each other. for betraying the other, being pushed to their limits. Was it so wrong to want to live? Was it so wrong to want Dema's destruction? At some point they stopped being on the same page and things started moving faster, it became easier to fight and easier to hide. Everything kept on going wrong, and in the tower, the entirety of the universe was still, holding its breath. waiting for the explosion that marked the end of This Cycle. How dare they think they were going to make it out of This.

When two stars are this bright, you cannot tell what is happening. The birth from the supernova or the death of a neutron star? Both are heralding the next Cycle. They are both the same, imploding and exploding, collapsing and rising. Growing and dying.

Watch them burn, for they are beautiful.

(I've seen you for the first time a thousand times // I've relearned your face a thousand times // you are beautiful -@neonfretra ) <-- BTW. REALLY GOOD QUOTE. ALWAYS BEING MAULED ALIVE BY YOU OKAY?

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