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— TWO TIME.
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you and two time loved each other’s company. after every round the two of you would curl up in their room, your head pressed against their chest with their left hand resting gently on your waist. it something calming after surviving minutes of grueling fear.
two time would always whisper delicately into your ear. worshipping you, praising you, they would hold you like a fragile piece of artwork.
“my heart, my life, my only true love, you are the one i would like to cherish for the remainder of my life…”
“bless the spawn for sending me someone as sacred as you. i would never ask for someone more ethereal than you..”
they’d hold their necklace with a charm of the symbol of the spawn, pressing the cold material to your bare chest, whispering soft praises under their breath.
you watched as they lowered their head, feeling their lips move lethargically against your skin.
“you know you don’t have to do that,” you said one night while you and two time were washing the dishes from dinner.
“do what, my dear?”
“worship me like im some sort of god,” you breathily replied, watching the glossed over shine of the plate reflect back to you.
two time shook their head, approaching you from behind, pressing their hands onto your hips, resting their chin on your shoulder. they held you so preciously.
“you deserve all the worship in the world, love. you are…” they took a moment to pause and admire you, “…truly divine…”
you laughed and faced them, kissing their cheek. “whatever you say.”
even during rounds, would two time seem to trail behind you like a dog. their dagger always present at hand, although you could clearly defend yourself with your sword.
sometimes it would annoy the other survivors, but you could tell two time could care less, you’re their main priority, whether on the verge of death or far away from danger. they would die for you over and over and over again.
so, here you two knelt in bed, with two time whispering praises as usual to you in the dim light of the yellowed lamp. you patted their shoulder.
“hm? what is it, darling?” two time’s eyes fluttered open.
you hesitated.
“a-ah, nothing important… you can continue.”
you softly stroked two time’s hair as they continued. but you couldn’t brush off the thought that you were far too unimportant to be worshipped at this degree. maybe it was your self-hatred talking again. but you truly wondered if two time really did see you as a person with the same status as a god. as the spawn.
the time you two spent were endless, but meaningful, at least to two time. they truly believed that you were the one, the one who would lead everyone out of this forsakened realm, away from damnation, away from evil, away from danger.
every time they ran their slender fingers across your lush skin, they could see your insecurity and uncertainty. but they were definitively certain you deserve this. your body was perfect, your face was perfect, hair, skin, lips… how could anyone step away from that? sometimes they couldn’t believe you would ever even doubt yourself, when everything about yourself slid so flawlessly into place.
“my darling, i promise you that you are perfect, if not in anyone else’s eyes, then mine.”two time sat you on the kitchen counter in the dusk of midnight, when everyone else was asleep.
their arms were wrapped around your waist as their body leaned against the space of counter in between your legs which dangled on either sides their body.
they used the pads of their thumb to wipe away the crystal tear drops that stuck to the tips your eyelashes.
you looked away from them, the tears remained persistent.
they tilted their head, frowning in sorrow.
“love, i plead that you look at me.”you obliged. they brought a hand up to your wet cheek, caressing it gingerly. “you are the most ethereal being i know, and it will remain like that until the end of time.”
you nodded slowly, sniffling lightly.
they gave a subtle smile, kissing you tenderly on the lips.
the snowy atmosphere didn’t fail to bring a newfound sense of coziness as you and two time cuddled in their bed.
the two of you, legs intertwined, with two time daintily pressing kisses to your neck. the warmth of their breath ghosted over your skin.
you sighed breathily as your fingers weaved themselves between their dark hair.
it was silent, but comforting.
the wind outside rattled your senses, but two time’s lips brought you back to placidness.
you enjoyed it, in this intimate moment, placidness.
“i love you, two.”
two time momentarily stopped kissing your neck.
“i love you too, ———.”
two time never minded comforting you late into the night, even if it meant they lost sleep.
they didn’t mind getting stabbed just so you could spend an extra second in the round.
they didn’t mind telling you even a thousand times why you deserved to be commended greatly.
they celebrated you, admired you, yearned for you even though the feelings were mutual. they wanted you to know how much they appreciate you and want to spend the rest of their life with you despite how much they already show it.
bless the spawn for such a heavenly being.
they would worship you until the end of time.