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The smell was the first thing you noticed when you walked in.
It wasn’t unpleasant.
It was clean.
A mixture of mild disinfectant, freshly changed sheets, and that faint, almost imperceptible trace of time… of time that was running out.
The room was silent.
As if even the air knew it shouldn’t make a sound in there.
Steve Rogers was standing by the window.
The afternoon light fell softly on him; his hair, completely white, lay neatly combed back. His skin, marked by the years, his hands… those hands that once held a shield against everything… now rested on a light blanket.
Still.
Too still.
“You’re here,” he said, without turning around.
His voice was lower than before.
You approached slowly, as if moving too fast might break something.
“Of course, I am.”
You stood beside him.
For a moment, you said nothing.
You just looked outside, like he did.
The world went on.
People walking.
Cars are passing by.
Normal life.
Unrelated.
“It’s nice out today,” Steve murmured.
You nodded.
“Yes.”
Silence.
But not an awkward one.
It was never awkward with him.
“Did you eat?” he asked suddenly.
You looked at him, surprised.
“Really?”
A small smile appeared on his lips.
“It’s always important.”
“Yes, Steve. I ate.”
“Good.”
He nodded, satisfied.
As if that were enough.
As if making sure you were okay… were still his priority.
It always had been.
You sat down in the chair next to the bed.
Closer.
Close enough to touch him.
“How are you feeling?” you finally asked.
He took a moment to answer.
Not because he didn’t know what to say.
But because he was choosing his words.
“Tired.”
You looked down for a second.
“Very?”
“Enough.”
The monitor beside him ticked away at a steady pace.
Slow.
But steady.
For now.
“The doctors said that…” you began.
“I know.”
You stopped.
“You don’t have to…”
“I know,” he repeated softly.
“It’s not fair,” you whispered.
Steve turned his head toward you.
His eyes… were still the same.
“It never has been.”
You didn’t know how to respond.
Because he was right.
And you hated that.
The silence returned.
But this time it weighed more heavily.
Much heavier.
Your hand moved before you could think too much about it.
It rested on his.
Steve intertwined his fingers with yours.
He could still do it.
He still had the strength for that.
“You don’t have to stay all the time,” he said suddenly.
You frowned.
“Yes, I do.”
“I don’t want you to…”
“I do.”
Your voice came out firmer than you expected.
“I’m not leaving.”
His eyes watched you in silence.
And then…
He nodded.
“All right.”
The afternoon began to fade slowly.
The light changed.
From golden to dim.
From dim to gray.
The shadows lengthened in the room.
The world outside carried on.
“Do you remember…” Steve said, breaking the silence, “the first time you came to see me?”
You smiled slightly.
“Yes.”
“You didn’t seem impressed.”
“Because I wasn’t.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is.”
“You were different.”
“So were you.”
You looked at each other.
And for a second…
Everything else disappeared.
“Thank you,” he said suddenly.
You frowned.
“For what?”
“For staying.”
His thumb moved gently over your hand.
A small gesture.
But full of everything.
“But still… thank you.”
Your eyes began to burn.
“You don’t have to thank me for that.”
“Yes, I do.”
Silence.
“Not everyone does.”
That sentence…
It stayed with you.
More than you wanted.
“I’m not everyone.”
“I know.”
Again.
You always knew.
Night fell without you noticing.
The lights in the room came on softly.
The monitor kept ticking out that slow rhythm.
Constant.
But different.
More spaced out.
More… distant.
“Hey,” Steve said.
“Yes?”
“Come closer.”
You didn’t hesitate.
You got up from the chair and leaned toward him.
Close enough for your foreheads to touch.
His skin was colder now.
But it was still him.
“That’s good,” he murmured.
You closed your eyes.
You breathed.
“I’m scared,” you admitted, in a very low voice.
He didn’t pull away.
“I’m not.”
“Why?”
A brief pause.
“Because I’m not alone.”
His breathing changed slightly.
Slower.
Heavier.
“Hey…”
You opened your eyes.
“Look at me.”
You did.
His eyes were locked on yours.
“It’s going to be okay.”
You shook your head gently.
“Not for me.”
A shadow of sadness crossed his face.
“For you, too.”
“Not without you.”
His hand squeezed yours with what little strength he had left.
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I made another infographic for some more world-building stuff related to Luciform. This time it’s a sort of timeline/world-history thing. I’m not sure precisely how many of these details will manage to make it in the story but I hope this proves to be interesting :)
I decided to come up with my own month names for my ongoing side project fan-fiction Luciform, as it’s a fantasy universe and thus going with real-world month names didn’t quite feel right (though, I am still using real-world names for the days of the week as there’s a plausible in-universe reason for them to be so).
Anyway, it was quite fun doing this, as I don’t usually do this kind of world building (mostly because I don’t often write fantasy-ish stuff) and so I decided to be extra and make an infographic to lay out the months.
Each picture is labelled as part one, part two and part three anyway in case they post out of order but for reference the month order here is: Awakening Moon, Dragon Moon, Lotus Moon, Crane Moon, Leaf Moon, Harvest Moon, Godless Moon, Cold Moon, Quiet Moon, Storm Moon and Crow Moon.
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