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Time awaits no one and delivers all to the same end.
However, there are those whose time is stretched farther than what is natural. Some may see this as a blessing, while others may see it as a curse of loneliness. For what kind of existence can one live when they are forever doomed to walk through the realms of the living as everything and everyone else around them fades away into nothingness?
As a sorcerer who wishes to divine the mysteries of the world further and enhance his magic, his first hundred years of life passed by quickly enough. His time and efforts were focused solely on the study of magic, creating pacts with powerful demons, and discovering secrets lost to time.
But then came the next hundred, and another, and so on and so forth.
Friends and acquaintances whom he cherished had faded away by the time his feet stepped upon the soil where they once stood. Now, he stepped upon the very ground where they were buried as their descendants looked upon him with faces both similar yet unfamiliar.
Human life is fleeting.
Just as the sun rises in the east, so too must life come to an end as the sun sets in the west.
He fears not what tomorrow will bring because he knows that the sun will rise and the sun will set regardless.
However, beneath the garb of the all-powerful King Solomon the Wise is another human whose heart beats and whose blood runs red like any other, even with all the power he possesses.
"ℐ𝓉'𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎..."
"...𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹."
The sun has set, bathing the world around it in a sea of orange and burnt yellow to signal the end of the day.
But he doesn’t want it to end.
Specifically, he doesn’t want his time with you to end.
It is rare for him to wish to monopolize the time of another, especially when he knows how precious it is for those whose lifespans weren’t as blessed as his.
But he wishes, and he wants, and he is selfish and oh so reminded of the humanity he’d tucked away in the deepest corners of his mind and his heart.
He doesn’t want to admit it, but when he looks at you…he is reminded of everything he left behind and everything he tried to deny himself after centuries of living only for himself.
When he sees those warm hues bathe your being, he doesn’t think of the end that has once again arrived to remind him how fleeting time is. Rather, he is mesmerized by the warm vision of you that stands before his very eyes. Of how very real you are right now.
From the heat of your skin, the sound of your voice, and your own touch that brought out emotions he’d forgotten or had never even felt despite years of existing and always searching.
When he feels your arms wrap around his neck, both of you as bare as the day you were born, he feels lost in the depths of your love. He is equally lost in the depths of your body with no thoughts of breaking through the surface, of separating and ending this dance when he’d rather drown in your sweetness like the love-drunk fool that he is.
Even as the gentle moon took its rightful place in the starry sky, he didn’t allow the passage of time to hold any sway over his thoughts.
He is here with you.
And that is all that really matters.
··ᴛsᴜᴋɪ ɢᴀ ᴋɪʀᴇɪ ᴅᴇsᴜ ɴᴇ··