A/N: Writing degenerating Rosiel is so therapeutic, really. XD
Disclaimer: Kaori Yuki-sensei is master of this universe, not me, huhuhu.
Alpha, Omega
You come seeking me, nearly grown and thinking years and long distances have made me forget—but I recognize you. I would know you anywhere.
Before I heard the voice of your spirit, I knew it, note for note. Before I reached out my hand and made your body in delicate filigree of wind and water, I knew that you would be beautiful—my beautiful one, my beloved, in whom is all my delight. And the truth is that I have always known you.
Always, always, always.
See, Katan, upon the palms of my hands I have written your name.
The light, please—turn down the light, if you can. It hurts my eyes; I've been asleep for
…Long, I know. So long. You, with your face looming above me, and your voice calling me "Lord Rosiel"—my God, when was the last time I heard that?—do you have any idea how long I've been sleeping?
I don't suppose it matters.
You ask me if I remember you. I know your face; of course I remember you…
Katan. Yes, I know you, Katan, though you look so different.
I've been waiting for you for a long time, I think.
I'm not too far gone to remember your name, Katan. It's like a song in my mind, Katan, Katan, Katan.
And your face, of course I would know your face anywhere. I created you perfect—my masterpiece, my beloved, in whom is all my delight. You shouldn't bow your head, Katan—you're beautiful, so beautiful. You're the beautiful one, not I.
How can you stand to see me, and still bow your head, and call me beautiful?
Oh, but your eyes are closed now. Open your eyes for me, won't you, Katan? I didn't say you could go to sleep.
Fin