Part XVI (V)

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A/N: I had some busy weeks and didn't find much time to write UwU
But, here you go. More fluff - because there can't be enough.

The Master shifted both our weights to the side, trapping me between himself and the backrest of the sofa

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The Master shifted both our weights to the side, trapping me between himself and the backrest of the sofa. His hands slipped between us to tug himself away and then wrapped around me protectively. My breath slowed, my pulse calmed. I drowned in the comfort he gave me, tired and content in a way I hadn't experienced before. Maybe never.

As if he had heard my thoughts, the Master dropped his head against mine, smiling softly. And that alone was enough for my heart to speed up to an almost painful beating for a moment. Wide eyed, I looked at him, mesmerised by the vivid hazel of his irises. They shone with all the beauty of the stars in the universe. Right then and there I could see them all, breath caught in my lungs.

And finally I understood. I understood with all I was and all I ever could be how deep his love for the stars ran. Somewhen during his long life, it had ingrained itself into each of his body's cells. This love was part of him. With every breath and every beat of his hearts he wove it deeper into every thread of his thoughts and his very existence.

"Staring is rude," he muttered, doing exactly that. "I know I'm fascinating." His eyes closed ever so slightly and I watched how he gathered his thoughts to speak the next question, softly and curious. "What do you see, lil' lumin? You look at me and you see something only you can see. Tell me."

"I'm... not sure you want to hear that."

"I'm sure I am."

I swallowed and placed my hand on his chest, feeling the now slow and steady rhythm of his hearts. How would I even put all of it into words?

"I see the stars." I settled for the simplest truth, heaving it out of my thoughts, whispering it into reality. "They reflect in your eyes, if you look close enough. You carry them in your hearts, every single one of them."

There was no way to tell what he thought. He kept his expression neutral, only slipped his hand under my clothes to find skin. No contact. But I could still feel his frustration, his curiosity, his pain.

"You miss them. You want them," I kept muttering. "You want them all and it doesn't matter in what way. Conquering is fun, but... you can't stay for long. It gets boring too fast. And then all you want is to run and run and run... be free. Roam, just roam and take with you whatever you want. Sometimes nothing but a memory."

He kept looking at me intensely, his eyes dark and, for a moment, suddenly ablaze with cold rage. It was gone as quickly as it had flared alive, replaced by something that could only be pain. The Master knitted his brows together, gritting his teeth and his whole body stiffened.

Fear spiked within me, then. All that warmth and safety I had found with him, and now I seemed to have broken it with some stupid thoughts. "I... just told nonsense. 'm sorry," I whispered, overcome by the hurt he emanated so strongly.

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