Inspired by "The Wise And The Witch" from Flugel124 and "Sealed" from Im The Person.
The eternity they both share, in that moment, seems interrupted.
The light, not-light, is still ever blindingly presented, having always penetrated through their closed lids, undesirably reaching their retinas, or is it actually just a hallucination, a result of a visual phenomenon that he once read about and she was once taught of, just so many years ago that neither any longer remember, neither any longer care to remember?
And the sound, not-sound, of their breathing, too, remains; their synchronized breathing that had taken so long to truly match, down to the smallest division of a second, yet it did happen naturally, long years do tend to make things one, but its uniqueness means that down to that same smallest division of a second, they can make out the difference.
In this moment, they know, that it is still not different, but instead new, strange yet not unknown.
Stay true also, they continue on feeling the other, still trapped within their mutual embrace, skin touches skin, hair brushes hair, the sense of each other keeps them safe, and perhaps, sane.
Yet, possibly, that feeing is exactly what is wrong, for as long as their minds could brokenly remember, literal sensation has never been there, only scattered memories of such a thing from a time so long lost, a time beyond time. It is realized then, that this physical feel is very foreign to both, not in a sense that it is alien and never heard, never experienced, but similar to when arriving at your hometown from a long long journey, only for all to have changed, and those that have not, are now knowingly reminded of your absence. Things will be odd, yet comforting, it certainly will be terrifying at first, but a return could only be received in welcoming should it be approached with good intentions, nostalgia will happen but do not fight it, such effort is rather wasted elsewhere. And so, the sense of each other, to them, for the first time, has returned.
For them, however, this feel is exact, and defined, and does not differ from expectations. As holding onto the other for so long, even when could not they still feel it, forming such a strong connection between.
So they have long figured it out, in the land of no sensation, what is it like to sense each other. What their minds feel when their bodies could not is solidified ever increasingly over the years as their bond keeps tightening, as their familiarity keeps growing and as their desire to contact, for contacts keeps piling up. And that vague, unphysical 'touch' lies deep within themselves to the point of inseparable, resonating soul to soul, as if experiencing a conversation, more strongly, a debate, keeps correcting itself to truly be what it is.
As such, they have felt each other before, just now, first time, in a literal way.
But what could have catalyzed such a change, could have produced such realness, it certainly is more real even though it is precisely what they have experienced.
The sound may have also varied, as if layers of complexity have now been set upon what they have been used to forever.
And the light, is it not just a distractingly bright light that they have taken the longest time to get accustomed to? Its monotony seems to have been replaced by a different and way more chaotic spectrum.
But how could it be?
How long has it been?
Years?
Decades?
Centuries?
Millennia?
Aeons?
So, so very long, of the very same thing, of the same feeling, of the same actions or lack there of, keep repeating, or rather stay continuously unchanged, that they have long transformed into this state of existence: an eternal embrace.
Eternal, to the truest literal sense.
Through all those years of being still, they have gathered a complete understanding of what they are and how they are, they have known every feels and have focused on all sensations, they have experienced each particular emotion possible and have decided for themselves exactly what to remain, then froze it there in space, in time, or in the lack of either.
That feeling was love, has been love and is always going to be love. They love each other dearly, and in this tragic circumstances of happenstances, the choice to love the other has been their only control left of the reality around. Is it really a choice then? They have debated about it, yet of course, the only satisfying answer is that it really is, for if it is not, worse than being denied of their last grip onto existence, worse than being stripped of all of their freewill and thus their individuality as well, their love would be proven as fake, and the years following such a claim have always been so very painful.
Therefore, it is just so odd that there could be anything more than themselves, their embrace and their love; more than the light, the sound of their synchronized breathing and the feel of each other derived from their own minds.
Be that as it may, there certainly is another thing, or very possibly, there are other things. A blessing and, as the same time, a curse of being in such a perpetual state for so long is that each and every change is noticed, from the smallest distortion between the perfect reality envisioned within their own minds and the actual world outside, to the difference in the level of authenticity between their flawless, yet made up feeling of the other to the definite, rough sensation of the embrace only now felt. Hence, as frozen as they have been in their own self-created world, their stagnant minds still realize it fully now that something new is there, or rather, something older has returned.
Notwithstanding, they would not react, could not react.
A product of a long lasting neglect of their own bodies.
A consequence of forcefully stopping their own time to maintain a state of quiescence.
A corollary of existing through an eternity.
However, this state of languidness soon comes to a crashing end, and they, once more, are shoved back into the real world, resuming the time and space for them who have existed in a place lacking both, in not so subtle a way:
"SUBARU! GET AWAY FROM THAT WITCH!"