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“Good morning Love”, the woman whispered. Her voice melodic and soothing as her fingers slowly carded through his blonde locks, her painted nails gently scratching his scalp.
Mobius’ eyes fluttered open in response, a smile shown in the curvature of his lips when met with the sight of the beautiful woman lying beside him. Her face was illuminated by the morning light, her kind eyes filled with love as her soft lips bent down to meet his own.
“G’morning Angel.” he responded. His voice still gruff from sleep.
His calloused hands reached up to grab her by the hips, his fingers gentle as they dug into her soft flesh. Then suddenly, he began to tickle, his movements sending the woman into a laughing fit. Her scantily clad form collapsed onto his own, her protests drowned by hysterical laughter.
“Please have mercy!” she squealed, choking on her own giggles.
Mobius continued, his fingers tickling into her sides as he peppered kisses across her face.
“You know the rules Y/N. You have to say I love you first.” he responded, his words laced with chuckles of his own.
“I love you, I love you! Now stop!”
Mobius’ tickling ceased. His chuckling continued as he pulled her body close to his own, his arms wrapped around her gently as he planted a soft kiss to her forehead.
“I love you too Y/N. So much.”
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Sylvie’s fingers released his temples, revealing to Mobius the desecrated landscape surrounding them. Y/N was gone, the soft bedsheets and playful giggles replaced with smoke and ash. He felt the pain inch its way back into his bones, the burning remnants of the pruning still tingling on his skin.
“Take me back.” he pleaded, his voice cracking under the weight of his tears.
Mobius felt as if he couldn’t breathe. Up until that moment, he had been unaware of the life he had left behind; unaware that he had a home, a place where he was safe and loved.
He could still hear her voice echoing in his mind, her distant familiarity bringing tears to his eyes. He wanted to see her again, to feel her skin against his own, to hear her say that she loved him.
Mobius wanted to go home.
His hands shook as they grasped onto Sylvies arms, his fingers digging into her leather sleeves in desperation.
“TAKE ME BACK!