Disclaimer: DC, WB, CN, and the amazing Giancarlo Volpe are all responsible for bringing GLTAS into being and breaking a legion of hearts.
He finds her at the ends of the universe where it continues to expand. Stars are being born amidst the thunderous clash of nebulae. In the distance a red dwarf hangs with eerie contrast against space. Everything is showered with light and pulsing with threatening booms and rumbles deeper than it seemed possible for the universe to produce, chaotic and savage in beauty.
He calls her name above the noise somehow. She turns from watching the scorch of a comet careening to their left, her eyes vacant, and he feels dread in the pit of his stomach. He flies closer, though just a little, and says her name again. This isn't like his first call – a raw, desperate thing, as if yanked from his chest against his will like a stolen treasure. This time it is soft, like a breath of tired wind, full of the pain of every mile traveled and risk taken on the whims of a scant hope. Many had called him foolish before his journey and many still would, should they find him here, trying to salvage dead dreams beyond reason.
Her eyes remain as they were, and his words fall a third time as if clawing their way out of him, strangled, pleading.
"...Aya..."
A mere 10 feet away, and yet how the miles stretch on. His heart threatens to cease functioning in her silence.
...Perhaps she can't answer?
But then, like the first rays of sun that come after the rains, her eyes squint and then widen, blooming with recognition. A few blinks.
"R...Razer?"
The planets align, the universe rights itself, and around the corner of a nearby planet there is a sun smiling. He flies toward her with the same urgency he'd used on his entire journey, heedless of the aching muscles that have been screaming for rest. She's scarcely finished saying his name again before he's holding her tightly in his arms, shaking and weeping and so, so glad as he says her name over and over again like a prayer.
"...Razer, you—"
He cradles the back of her head as if to say there was no need to speak further. So she doesn't, instead winding her arms around his middle, her cheek pressed hard into his chest, the length of time since their last meeting only compounding the ache and loneliness felt in between. Such feelings are not dealt with in hours or days. But she is here, real, in his arms, and every naysayer has told a lie. The blue ring on his finger burning brighter than any rage of the past. There is always hope.
At length, she ventures her words again. "...You came for me."
He let out a laugh choked by tears, in desperate relief of a mercy that was granted and perhaps not deserved, but cherished beyond all measure.
He rested his face in the crook of her neck, weary heart finally resting.
"Always..."
A/N:
I am blazing through this series and I just.
DON'T. TOUCH ME.
(Done to appease my breaking heart with the last part as a nod to a post I once saw on Tumblr made by the user klimpaloons about the "you came for me" "always" thing used in context of Razer finding Aya.)