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lady_mabThis is actually the second time I've written them with this prompt but when your wife overcomes death to be with you again, you know, it's true love, baby!!!!!
(here's the other one, for fun)
thank u emma love to be on this bullshit train with u
Signet works herself to the point of exhaustion, because she does not like to think how still the interior of Belgard is if she pauses to rest. She hums, while she works, because she cannot stand the silence.
She stays as long as she can, visits as often as possible, because she cannot stand to be separated.
When she leaves, because she must, she presses a kiss to whatever is in reach. The console, the silks, the tips of her fingers to brush along the hull.
Signet is old enough to know that it will not wake Belgard, that this is not a fairytale. But she cannot stand to leave without saying goodbye, I'll be back soon, and the easiest way to do that is with a kiss. (Otherwise, the words catch in her throat and she must take a moment, too long, to recover.)
It is one such time, as Signet makes the final check on the systems before leaving, that she presses a kiss to the cool metal of her Exuvia -- as it clings to the wall, close enough where she can call up its data when working.
The Exuvia flutters its wings as it does, its own way of accepting Signet's affections, and in the click of metal, Signet thinks she hears a soft sigh.
She pauses, clinging to the silk, straining to hear. "Belgard?" she whispers, voice rough, emotions strained.
The Exuvia whirls again, and this time, the sound is an exhale -- deep, lungs expanding, lights blinking blink blinking, then flaring to life.
--net? In the silence, static. Then, again, faintly, Signet?
Signet gives a cry, then stifles it with the back of her hand. She doesn't trust herself to say anything else, waits for the illusion to pass, for her exhausted mind to stop playing tricks.
But the lights stay on, and the piece inside of her that had been so quiet hums back to life with such a tremendous force that she can't help the gasp. It is like her heart has remembered how to beat, the blood rushing through her body in a way that makes her feel more alive than she has in ages.
Signet, is that you?
"Oh, Belgard," she says, and the name catches on a sob. She doesn't know what else to say, so she reaches out, wanting to pull herself closer.
The silk twines around her wrist on instinct, in a way that it hadn't done since the Divine went dark, and Signet presses her lips to the panel before her. There's a chirp from the Exuvia, and the silks wrap themselves around Signet, holding her close, wrapping her in their embrace.
I have missed your voice. I have missed your warmth.
Signet lets the silks take her weight, allows herself to be held, as Belgard presses kisses to her cheeks and neck and lips. "You've come back."
I could not stay parted from you.
Words fail her, but she has never needed them much when it came to her Divine.
(here's the other one, for fun)
thank u emma love to be on this bullshit train with u
Signet works herself to the point of exhaustion, because she does not like to think how still the interior of Belgard is if she pauses to rest. She hums, while she works, because she cannot stand the silence.
She stays as long as she can, visits as often as possible, because she cannot stand to be separated.
When she leaves, because she must, she presses a kiss to whatever is in reach. The console, the silks, the tips of her fingers to brush along the hull.
Signet is old enough to know that it will not wake Belgard, that this is not a fairytale. But she cannot stand to leave without saying goodbye, I'll be back soon, and the easiest way to do that is with a kiss. (Otherwise, the words catch in her throat and she must take a moment, too long, to recover.)
It is one such time, as Signet makes the final check on the systems before leaving, that she presses a kiss to the cool metal of her Exuvia -- as it clings to the wall, close enough where she can call up its data when working.
The Exuvia flutters its wings as it does, its own way of accepting Signet's affections, and in the click of metal, Signet thinks she hears a soft sigh.
She pauses, clinging to the silk, straining to hear. "Belgard?" she whispers, voice rough, emotions strained.
The Exuvia whirls again, and this time, the sound is an exhale -- deep, lungs expanding, lights blinking blink blinking, then flaring to life.
--net? In the silence, static. Then, again, faintly, Signet?
Signet gives a cry, then stifles it with the back of her hand. She doesn't trust herself to say anything else, waits for the illusion to pass, for her exhausted mind to stop playing tricks.
But the lights stay on, and the piece inside of her that had been so quiet hums back to life with such a tremendous force that she can't help the gasp. It is like her heart has remembered how to beat, the blood rushing through her body in a way that makes her feel more alive than she has in ages.
Signet, is that you?
"Oh, Belgard," she says, and the name catches on a sob. She doesn't know what else to say, so she reaches out, wanting to pull herself closer.
The silk twines around her wrist on instinct, in a way that it hadn't done since the Divine went dark, and Signet presses her lips to the panel before her. There's a chirp from the Exuvia, and the silks wrap themselves around Signet, holding her close, wrapping her in their embrace.
I have missed your voice. I have missed your warmth.
Signet lets the silks take her weight, allows herself to be held, as Belgard presses kisses to her cheeks and neck and lips. "You've come back."
I could not stay parted from you.
Words fail her, but she has never needed them much when it came to her Divine.
