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     “Maybe this’ll help - whenever I have a hard time sleeping, gazing up at the stars for a bit and just thinking about them moves my thoughts away from the sad.”

        𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒, 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓  back && forth a few times while brown eyes scan the bustling && frequent traffic of people around him.   he was meeting up with a fellow eternal  previous eternal that had been sent to earth similar to himself.  he wanted to get to know them, he wanted to learn about their times on earth for the past seven thousand years && in comparison to his own.  neo didn’t know many eternals, not at all, && thought it’d be 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱  making connections && get to know them while he could.     ;      being immortal held its own weight, however, && it was a truth that this eternal had very much experience on⸺he, like others, had a deep sense of care in regards to humans.   others might not,  but he did.  at first he focused only on the mission,  but overtime he saw the   𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚆  && evolve. . . he saw their happiness, their sadness, && everything in between.   mankind could be bloody,  but they were also beautiful.     another turn of the head && eyes catch the familiar color of redish hair,  he waves with hand extended out && upward so sprite could see:    ❝  sprite, hey !  ❞   calls neo with a blooming smile,    ❝  right on time.  ready to go?  ❞   brow arches. / @sprayt​ liked for a starter from one of my eternals muses !

     “ - That’s the end of the story?! Aww, but I was hoping it wound end a bit happier.”

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❝  —  only  a  little!  ❞      the  exclamation  is  made  with  swift  motions,    makkari's  eyes  widening  in  surprise  at  the    emotional  outburst    caused  by  the  revealing  and  coming  to  light  of  select  half-truths.    ❝  i  only  left  out  a  few  details,  ❞      she  quickly  defends,    ❝  the  uninteresting  parts.  ❞    she  doesn't  say  it's  because  she  thought    it  would  be  better  that  way,    doesn't  mention  the  desire  to  protect  or  spare  them.  the  reality  was  harsh  and  harder  to  swallow  than  the  tale  she'd  spun.  

❝  —    how  much  is    a  little  favor    going  for  these  days?  ❞      makkari  signs  to  sprite  with    bemused  mischief    sparkling  in  the  depth  of  her  brown  eyes.      ❝  because  i  have  a  few  things  i  picked  up  this  week  that  might  interest  you,  ❞      she  leans  toward  them  conspiratorially  and  points  over  to  where  kingo  and  druig  were  bickering.    ❝  those  two  need  to  have  a  little...    fun.❞

          confusion registers among furrowed brows. sprite had always been tenacious, spirited, carried by a current of her own. but they were to do everything in their power to put the humans first. that was the very purpose of their time here on earth. they were supposed kill the monsters, not become them. but sprite was anything but monstrous. mischievous at times, a spitfire but not a monster. - — what is it that you’re so afraid of ? — - question rolls of gentle fingertips, as furrowed brows turn upward in concern.

         hand comes gently to the other’s shoulder before tugging her in gently. one brief moment before fingers draw together once more. - — i feel your frustration. — - a solemn nod, lips quirking to the side. - — thank you for trusting me with it — -