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Soft hands wrapped around his, no longer rough from combat training and life as a Star Pilot. Hands smooth like flower petals, still strong and firm.

The woman before him still grasped at faded memories weaving themselves back together after billions of years. But she remembered so much, feelings of happiness, friendship, safety. The warmest smile she could remember ever, the one that appeared in her mind when she needed comfort.

It had existed, and she’d found him. In this little room of elderly humans home. He looked so melancholy now, and it hurt. Her very core ached. She was as light as air, invisible to any but him. She floated in the space in front of him, hands wrapped around his.

She moved to float beside him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and engulfing Noah, the name she finally remembered, into a warm embrace. Dark hair a blanketing shield.

“I won’t leave you, I promise. Not now that I have found you.“

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Noah let himself be enveloped, nor knowing if her presence was real or a dream. “I’m just glad you’re here… I missed you.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but his body relaxed in her embrace.

“I’ve missed you...“ she spoke softly, kissing his forehead. Tears stung her eyes, sleeping down her fair cheeks. Crystal clear with stardust.

“I’m so sorry... so sorry about everything... “ She couldn’t yet remember the last time she had seen him face to face, but she remembered how suddenly everything had ended. How her life had suddenly blinked out of existence and flung across the universe. 

She had wanted to protect him, create a way to protect them all... and perhaps in a way the universe had granted her that wish. But right now, how she found him... it didn’t feel that way. He was afraid, and she didn’t know what to do about what afflicted him.

Time is a cruel thief to rob us of our former selves. We lose as much to life as we do to death. 

Time was a progression forward. A movement of change where things do not stay stuck in stagnation. Ever-changing and shifting. Distant memories hardly recalled what the port of the Empire had looked like nearly a decade ago. It seemed almost foreign to her as she waited silently tucked away in one of the holding rooms of the Port Authority.

The hollow sound of the clock on wall ticked and tocked away as her fingers played in the ethereal fur of her small cosmic companion. She was not horribly surprised by the standoff, uncertain reactions to the individuals she had encountered since docking illegally at the port. Her cobbled together raft, her oddly dressed self, let alone the name she sought out. 

After the ordeal with her teacher and left to set out to find the Empire and her family she was wary to give out her name. But she asked for General Pitchiner. The Golden General of the Empire’s Galactic Armies. And yet the response was an odd silence and shuffling her to this room. Hardly a word was spoken to her or from her as she waited.

Seraphina pulled at her worn coat, cradling her animal companion in her arms. Waiting in silence and uncertainty.

-trips Noah into a beanbag and hands him a book, then kicks said beanbag in front of a fire place- all yours.

“What are you reading?”

Send “!!!” For my muse to disclose something they adamantly feel about/for your muse.

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Bright blue eyes glanced over at Noah, a faint smile as she took a deep breath. Eyes darting up across the sky.

The young pilot snapped back at his anger, shooting one of the shadows point-blank as it lunged at her. 

“One of us had to make sure the artifact was even here Noah! I’m the most mobile, of course, I have your back! It’s not here, it’s a fucking dead end.“ Her sword sliced through another Fearling, it’s dark blade edged in a bright light that ate at the creatures very form.

Send me RAM for a random memory from my Muse’s mind!

The sky was filled with lights, colourful orbs in numbers he had no words to count to, but each known to him by name. She had taught him, just as She’d taught them to know him, and what he was to them. A protector, a herald when their Lady couldn’t be reached from her sleep. As had recently been for… a long while. Longer than ever before.

Still, he could take solace in the fact that the stars had faith in him, and that the intricate circles of their Lady’s seal that adorned his clothes brought comfort to them as he listened and advised those that sought guidance, as She had taught him. But fortunately, She was awake now and had called for him.

There had been disquiet and unease at the far edge of the clusters, and he hadn’t been able to put the stars at ease himself.

“There you are, oh dark star mine.” Her voice, as ever, a song, yet he could taste a tinge of bittersweet sadness in it. Moreso than usual, though he had to admit to himself, She rarely had joy in her heart.

“You called for me, Seer, and I have come. Your subjects have missed your presence.”

“I know, dearest child. But before we speak of them, I must make one request of thee.”

“Of course, Seer. Anything.”

“Then listen to these words, and hear them resonate in your Heart…