hi world be kind

Oh, but he wasn’t prepared for this.

For someone who has lived for millennia, who has witnessed countless things, who has forged pacts with demons beyond number, he never imagined he could feel weak and vulnerable around anyone.

Around you.

You were everything he loved about humanity. So brave, so bold. You placed beings who would outlive you threefold above yourself without hesitation. You were fragile, sensitive. You could live among demons, yes, but Solomon knew how scared you must be.

He needed to protect you.

You were so warm. So human.

Your voice and your smile were the cracks forming in his soul. You opened that long-forgotten reliquary where his heart had slept, and you treated it gently.

His heart began to beat again; trembling, fragile… human.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so lost, so unsure of what to do. You brought a spark back into his life, a thrill as though every moment beside you were an adventure.

Now, you’re everywhere. Every corner he turns, there’s some trace of you that fills his chest with that warmth only you can bring.

He wants to take you away from that house, spend more time with you. He doesn’t blame the brothers for wanting your attention; you’re magnificent. Everyone feels safe around you.

But please… look at him.

His heart beats in his hands, ready to be offered to you as his final act of humanity.

Please, take care of it.

You were cruel without knowing it. How could your laughter disarm him so easily? How could a single glance remind him of who he once was, before he became what he is now? Human.

He aches, with every part of his being, to stay by your side. To look into the depths of your eyes and lose himself in that spark he so deeply admires.

But you don’t know how soulless eternity can be. He doesn’t want to imagine a day without you, a day where he is the reason for your pain.

He’s afraid.

Afraid that he can’t protect you from time itself. He knows it won’t stop for you… or for him.

He doesn’t want to entangle his soul with something mortal. He doesn’t want to love knowing it will hurt, that he will lose you.

And yet, now that you’re in his arms, he refuses to let go. The warmth of your body, breathing, alive, makes him tremble, makes him forget every promise he ever made.

Let him kiss you. Let him trace your face with his hands, feel the softness of your hair. Let him memorize every moment of your existence.