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Seto didn't come quietly, as everyone expected. Everybody but Tristan. But there were only a handful of people here who knew Tristan's secret thoughts, and he wasn't much the speaking kind. Seto shot through the barriers like a man on fire, wild-eyed and searching, searching, as though in the sound of the bell tolling for him a dear promise was hinted and he'd come to claim it. As the years passed, Tristan had been joined by his loved ones. He had not been alone in this place for some time. But they were all waiting. Held back by Tristan, held back by their connections to one another, waiting for the circle to be completed before they could truly move on, afraid of missing one. Joey was a glowing presence at his side, younger than he'd looked in years, bright white smile returned, and felt of velvet gold. Duke's sharp edges had been muted by this place, and by time. He had joined Tristan sooner than any of the others by unfortunate circumstance but now…real peace found him, for however long he would remain. :There he is,: Blue Eyes whuffed, though there was no need. Tristan knew he was coming as soon as his coming was inevitable. With a wild cry, Tristan plunged from the group, Blue Eyes in his wake. Seto looked as he had in early life. Though the body he left behind had aged gracefully, there was no hint of years in this place. He was younger than Tristan remembered, though only by a year or so. Blue Eyes recognized him for what he was-for it was at this age, when they met for the first time, that Seto had first begun to come alive. Seto cast wildly, lost, driven by some desperate need and unguarded in what he thought were moments alone. For the first time in years, Tristan called out his name. He heard Tristan's voice and…stilled. Slowly, his gaze dragged in the direction from which the voice had come. On the other side, Tristan stilled as well. Blue Eyes ghosted up to Tristan's side, waiting. Waiting. Waiting… Seto burst from his fetters, long legs eating up the distance as he pounded toward them, free at last and- A soul still and deathly quiet for so long… -starting to glow with a radiant light of his own. The force of his landing knocked Tristan backward, and for the first time he was grateful for the lack of pain. Kissing and kissing and kissing and so long, it had been so long, and no words. Tristan wrapped around him and Seto melted into him. Blue Eyes lay his pale head, all soft curves to the neck plates, into the curve of Seto's back and gave an animal sigh of relief. The long pain, the ache of separation and the not knowing…was finally assuaged. "Your soul's touching mine," Tristan smiled down at him. Seto looked at their interlaced fingers, and let the satisfaction fill him. "Finally." To the Beginning >> Back to Scylla's Work E-mail the Author Home |
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