She walked into his room again, hoping for him to be sitting up and glaring at something. Or maybe even standing and rummaging about for...for...
...stuff.
Cyclonis wasn't exactly sure what the Dark Ace rummaged for, whenever he felt the need to rummage. She wasn't even sure if he did rummage. Now that was a good question: Does the Dark Ace rummage? And if so, what for?
Okay. This is PROOF I'm insane.
But the doors slid open to reveal him painfully asleep. His breathing was so loud, his chest rose so slowly...and every now and again, a horrible little shudder would rip across his body, making the entire visage of a dying human seem all too real. The movement made it become truth.
She stared for a little longer. Wished for a little longer.
Wondered why she was wishing.
For a little
bit
longer.
--
She had sent her son back to Olympus; when it came to more delicate operations, Venus flew solo. "Where are you going?" he'd asked, somewhat out of responsibility, although she could tell that he was aching to get back to Psyche.
"Cyclonia." She paused, pursing her red lips. "The citadel."
Something told Eros it wasn't for the scenery.
OOO
A/N: Arrr, getting a tad darker, isn't it?
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