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After ten thousand winters come ten thousand springs anew. After ten thousand partings, ten thousand reunions, too. The past has slipped away. Yet tomorrow holds the promise of you.
Content warning: masturbation obviously, twincest, feelings through the distance, very slight angst?
When was the last time they'd been together? It was late, past midnight. At least, Aether assumed it would be. It had been long since he'd lost track of time. Couldn't really remember when was the last time he slept or had eaten... The last five hundred years were taking a toll on him. If not physically, his mind was definitely elsewhere. Surely, he was older than Teyvat itself, both him and Lumine were. But, at least before the ship had wrecked into that planet, they spent the days together and the time passed by as a blink. Now? He frowned, his jaw tightly shut as he glared to nowhere. Now it felt like staring at a sandglass empty, unable to move or speed it up.
The throne felt cold under him, even if he had not moved from it in hours, days. It just refused to warm up. He was growing impatient. Surely, he thought to himself, if he could just talk to her... He scoffed.
No. It probably wouldn't change anything.
Even worse? She wouldn't even believe her eyes if he aproached her suddenly, out of nowhere. The previous times –long ago, too long ago– she had been a whirl of nerves, no matter how glad about seeing him. Lumine had started to associate his presence with war and bloodshed, seeing him would immediately get her walls up, wondering where the attack was happening. It hurt him, it really did. And now? After that poor trick the shadows from Hiisi Island had pulled on her? She wouldn't even trust him to be him.
And yet he wanted— no, he needed to see her.
It took him greater strenght than he'd assumed to have to put his body in movement again, like a long lost abandoned gear that would barely spin on its own anymore. His hand, a dismissive move so no guards would follow him. It had been hard enough to create a mirror room, Aether didn't need any weapons made of flesh and bone in there. As much loyalty he felt for the khaenri'ans, he didn't believe they would be able to enter that room without withering everything around them. Not with so much corrossion in their bodies, anyways.
The corridors were thin and packed with guards, every door having two on each side. And the closer he would get to his private chambers, the more suffocating it felt. There was no key to access it, just a simple rune forged with an element that simply did not exist in Teyvat. Only he could enter. Him and, if she ever managed to get this close, Lumine.
As dark and gloomy as it was, the scent of lilies surrounded anyone who dared to step inside. Which, in all fairness, meant just Aether. But he was glad about it. He didn't want to share it with anyone else. He inspired, slowly and unsteady, taking in the leftover memory of her scent. It had fascinated both of them how every world they had travelled to had somehow managed to grow the same flower. White, with a brief touch of blue, and a soft, sweet fruity scent.
Resting his back against the door, he let his body slip to the floor, too tired to keep himself in one piece. Almost unconsciously, Aether teared the fabrique of time-space with a vague move. Just slightly. A little window.
Lumine was sleeping under the moonlight. The little floating being that kept pestering her also snored not too far away, she tended to float in her sleep some nights. Aether doubted neither of the two were aware of this. He didn't really care about it, anyways.
Lumine's breath was soft, steady. Every now and then she'd spasm just for a fraction of a second. The cold, he assumed. Her eyelids would flutter ever so slightly, like a butterfly's wings attempting to take flight. The moon made her hair look almost platinum. His fingers twitched, aching. If he focused really hard, he could still remember faintly the feeling of his fingertips running through her hair.
A low grunt escaped his lips as he pulled his own hair away. He missed her. He missed all of her. The way her hair felt against his fingertips, the way her eyes would shine like ambar under the sun, a golden constellation in her iris. He missed her resting against his body, laying on his chest. He shook his head, trying to push away the crippling despair.
Too late.
His gaze slipped from her hair to her bare shoulders, pale and slender, soft. The way they curved like a crescent moon towards her neck like a slide. His breath caught on his throat, his mouth drying as his gaze slipped further, to the way her chest rose and fell with her breathing. The cloth of her dress was tight, but not glued to her skin. Laying on her side, he could almost see...
Aether grunted, his hand brushing against his lower stomach. This wasn't right. She wasn't even aware of his gaze upon her. She wasn't aware of the way her skirt wouldn't stay still as she moved on her sleep, her milky thighs bared to his eyes. Moles star-shaped covering her here and there. When had been the last time he'd sunk his fingers on her skin? His own pants felt like a jail against his growing erection. It felt wrong. She should have been with him instead– he should have been with her, instead all he could do was stare at her through the broken fabrique.
She would forgive him, right? He begged in silence.
Before he'd been fully aware, his hand was already curled over his pulsating dick, drawing circles over the tip with his thumb the way she used to do. It used to drive him insane. The memory alone still did.
Lumine's lips were half parted, he tried not to think about it. About the way they were like rosie peaches, so soft and plummed and sweet and biteable. His memories fogged with the way she'd put them around his cock. A groan escaped him.
In her sleep, Lumine rolled over, laying on her back now, her legs parted. She rested an arm over her eyes, her other hand on her lower stomach, her fingers twitching. If he didn't know any better, Aether would have sworn she was doing it on purpose, teasing him through out the entire world. The way she suddenly gripped the cloth of her skirt, as if she was having a nightmare. He wanted to worry about her, stop his own pleasure out of respect. But her tight grip just lifted her skirt further. He could see her inner thighs now.
"You... little shit..." he groaned, between teeth.
If only he could somehow prove she knew. She had to know, there was no way she didn't...
His breathing was erratic, his dick pulsating with its very own heartbeat against his hand-strokes.
Lumine whimpered in her sleep.
It was the drop that broke the glass.
Aether panted, catching his breath. His heart was beating faster than his automatae creations. His hand painted gold with his cum. Yet another reminder of how aliens they were to Teyvat. He closed the breach with a closed fist, annoyed. Guilty. Relieved. Angry. Missing her so bad.
Lumine felt the breach close before she could actualy see it disappear. It didn't happen a lot, but sometimes she'd feel an unwavering gaze over her. She wondered if Aether could feel it too, the way his hands ran over her body like a ghost trail. Would he feel her hands over him? She stared silently at Paimon, she was softly floating just some centimeters away from the floor, like a silver balloon. Sometimes, Lumine could almost see something around her, like a very pale yet shinny aura.
There was a little lake just half kilometer away from where they stopped to rest. With a long exhale, she stood up and walked towards the water. Maybe Aether had a room of his own –at least, she assumed he did, being the prince of the Abyss and all that...–, but she wasn't fully shameless yet. The dress fell like a pool of white clouds to her feet before she stepped into the water, her hands travelling down.
