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031. — Slam my muse against a wall

It shouldn’t even come as a surprise anymore that --naturally-- he was the last one to find out. He knew it was no one’s fault but his own, having agreed upon separating from the crew momentarily to trace a lead that, inevitably, ran cold. Only after he returned to the marked rendezvous location-- only then was Sandalphon greeted and faced with what felt like a physical blow of ends and beginnings.

As if understanding the silent emotions that were bubbling and making their way to the surface, the Singularity and their crew stepped out to give them some privacy, even though Sandalphon barely gave notice to their presence once he moved inside. His focus was tunneled in, all senses honed straight for the man that stood before him. Standing just as regal as he remembered, he couldn’t tell if reality was closing in on him through delusion. Was this a dream? Was he back inside Lucifer’s core, living through moments of drizzled pleasures before they drifted through an endless space in time? Or was this another nightmare-- the lingering heat enclosed in his arms before weight lifted, departed, leaving him both empty and full.