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in the lonesome of the wind, he awaken with a sickening longing in his stomach. an emptiness he had not felt for a long long time and he thinks to himself-

'where are you?'

A longing in his stomach. A confusion found in which he reaches for his side (where there should have been another... a soul like of his own— his own all but form in which she had chose to be his reflection for a serenity known only to the two of them) and find nothing. Only dirt and sand and fallen leaves, all but telling of a reality that made it sickening to his stomach.

Where?

Where is she- where is the light of the voidness of a life where none can understand him but her? Where is the one who's smiles soothes the thorns in his chest, making it ache in how full he feels whenever he were to hear her voice near. A warmth that he only associates with her and her laughter. Her touch, though burning if he were a mere mortal, felt like home.

And yet—

Aether looks down at his hands. The color of green swirling alongside of what used to be gold and white and the emptiness of their creations and souls. 'Tainted,' he thinks as he squeeze his fists tight. Clenching them as if to cleanse himself from the colors of a life that is not her.

Once it was a light blue. (The color of that God's eyes reminded him of a bird he once held in his arms before it was plucked from his hands and eaten alive by his soul. A taunting look in her eyes and he laughs at the jealousy he saw in them. How fitting.)

The color of the heavens above, and the power to bring upon the songs from the past to the future where time ticks forward. Of a God who's willfulness brought upon the almost-end of a nation he promised to save. A spirit who goes by the face of another and he scoffs.

Not even worth it. (He left him alone for he had known grief himself. A grief so painful and empty that ate him from the inside and the emptiness felt far too much like a lie rather than a life. For his hair is long in the same manner the god-bard wore his in braids.)

(To honor a life he had failed to protect. An innocence he had left to die in the darkness. A sweet poisonous lie that shattered what their could have beens.)

But he hates the color for it was not the whiteness he had likened to their clothes. To the world that they were born from where everything was white except for the stillness of the night where white turns to black and remains forevermore. And it is not the white that he had found in the thin thread once wrapped around his wrists and hers, a line of protection admist the chaos so no matter what- once upon a time- they would not have lost each other to the abyss treating to swallow them whole for their light and their stars.

He laughs, opening his hands once more and finds nothing but the same awful color of green. A touch of a god of this world that took them apart. His reflection missing and gone and his eyes sees none that looks like him. Feels none that felt like home nor brought him the safety in travelling by her side.

But the green is not that much of an eyesore compared to the touch and taint of a liar who crafted himself as a benevolent and kind God. It is nothing compared to the burn of gold against his skin, a mockery of a color that could have been his and hers.

Gold, more of yellow of the earth and the sun and the gold than of the stars. It was harsh. Unforgiving in it's ways. Speaking of a richness that it's god held in his hands and yet forgetting as if to cast away his sins to the world. (He loathes him. A coward who manipulated him and used him as a sword, instead to see him as a guest. A toy- a puppet- a piece of the chessboard he sees none of at the end.)

(Oh how Aether hates him with such a passion. To create a mockery of himself and call him another name. To use his abilities to save and destroy instead to guide and protect.)

(He plucks a bloom of Glaze Lily in front of him. Eyes meeting those of draconic guise before crushing it in his hands. His sister's laughter echoing in his head for his threat. A promise to be reckoned with or else.)

(Use him again or else.)

The color of richness and gems, far too expensive for mortals to understand and yet he finds himself stopping himself from screaming in profanities. To have it against his skin- rid it of the blue he learned to accept with a quietness of acceptance and mimic the color that bonded him and her together-

Oh how Aether hates it.

But the color of gold is nothing to the color of purple governed by a god loss in grief. He did not know what it was that made his chest thicken in anger. To make the world around him crack and snap and shatter as lightning forces a monster he thought long dead back into the surface. An anger as holy as his name and as divine as hers- how dare she speak of eternity as she had kept her people in chains and cages.

How dare she speak and understand nothing of what an honor it is to die and to rest, holding hand by hand with their loved ones as they are to face the past. How dare she-

(He sees himself in her. A reflection distorted by purple and blue and lightning fierce and dangerous and his heart drops to his stomach as he sees what could have been him if he were to have lost her from the start. A grieving being, one who did not know how to walk and move forward without the other and he-)

(And he-)

(And he puts down his sword. His sister's image reflecting back and he squeezes down while the God's purple taints and washes the gold of another away.)

Eternity is not kind. And this one knows it far better than anyone else and he sees not an enemy wrapping itself in lies that felt like sweet cotton floss (unlike the God of Mora and Contracts) nor a child seeking help (unlike that God of Monstandt, with sorrowful eyes as they play a song meant to be carried to the end of the world)...

But a kindred who knows what grief and loneliness and sorrow felt.

Someone who knows what it is to feel the loss and fear of losing the other half of their soul and Aether felt seen.

Almost too seen as he had quickly left. Leaving the flickers of purple in the wind, only to be replaced by green.

And here is he now. Quiet, always quiet as he watches as green follows his movements as if to thank him for saving their Queen. But he closes his fists again.

Then closes his eyes, letting himself fall back to the ground and let the coolness of Dendro carry him back to a state of calmness

Green is not blinding as light blue nor was it threatening as gold. It wasn't sorrowful like purple but instead, it felt like hope.

Hope that- (they would be reunited) he would find the answers of all his questions.

Hope that- (they would be free from this curse of eternity and loneliness) he would find her and whisk her away from the darkness that curls around her.

Green was hope in a bottle. Trapped and cradled and seen as a monster as it's God, so so small and yet so knowing, spoke of future and riddles and truths of a world he should have known from the start. And yet, he sees not a threat but a child. One he wanted to reach out for and cradle and hold and call his own.

(If only she would bear his child. Watching her grow swollen with their children but that is impossible to be. Impossible to do.)

(For the curse that eats away their light speaks none of children and new life.)

But she was stronger than any other likeness he saw in the others. Strong and kind despite her small stature and he finds himself pulling her closer, to protect and to cherish and to think-

If they were to have a child, he hopes they would be like this little God who had faced the betrayal of her people.

Aether laughs, pulling his fist closer. Empty and soulless, he finds nothing that resembles her and her smile and her warmth.

His star, his light. His soulmate and his reflection in all but form. His soul and the owner of his heart. His own and his soul-

Where are you?

A funny question. A lonely one.

(Aether sought for Lumine in the same manner the darkness sought for the light. Ravenously and hungry. Longing and missing.)

(Where are you?)

Fin.

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