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Starrk and Lilynette
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It had built up over the years, his intense loneliness, like the creeping shadows that come in the twilight, growing thicker and darker with the passing moments. He had waited for a light, to break them up, but none had been forthcoming.
So he had to make one of his own, and make one his did.
Now his little light was golden; she was loud and abrasive and incredibly annoying, but she was someone always there, someone whose warmth he could feel as they slept at night and someone whose voice he could hear outside of his own mind. She was rude and had no regard for him, but he did not care.
He loved her, as much as one can love an extension of oneself.
And for that, he could forgive every flaw.