| His Partner In Eternity | Collector x OC

" Perfectionist "

Through the galaxy, through all of those stars, a house, the four siblings belonged in, without their youngest, through outsiders, there was a long-term belief that he was dead

Only the four siblings of Archivists knew the truth, and they had no place to say it

If so, their eldest, the stickler of perfection, Estoile , will perish for the next thousands of years ....

Estoile's POV:

The archives room, my archives, everything from books, keys, limbs, my long-standing duty pursue the ones who stand before me

everyday, hour, minute, second and its parts, the eternity, everyone is completely fine, so am I ...

Laying my back at the bed, I feel nothing, no tiredness, good reason for traveling through the galaxy non stop

Turning my head slightly, eying at her, the daughter of the most shamed Titans, this Miserable, poor eternal being, pursued by a forced bloodthirstieness

The Titan who fell for Collector

A devastated, confusing feelings at first, when no one witnessing, he was her hellfire

But slowly, the hellfire began to fade, only for her new desire to be holding him between her arms, to have a connection, to her gaze at him, always knowing he would be there

And then, those children made their connection by the name of " partners "

Huh ... Collector...

Collector, Collector, Collector ... Collector

Why would you do this to me?

Do you have any idea how would they react if ....

A sigh escaped my lips, if I lost him, if I lost them ... I'll be back .. a tiny nothingness of a soul

I put a hand on that cage, a cage, made especially for you, my dear child

It wouldn't be that harsh if you came willingly ... Collector wouldn't be broken

Thanks to you .... I can see your fangs are digged into his soul, his little starry soul, those tears of his ... it breaks me more than the explosion

You've devoured him, Chalent ...

... Before his son, it's your turn

The hellfire you feared will be brought to live

.... I'll shield him, I'll shield us ... I'll if I have to rise the isles' seas ...

Just when you come back, safe and sound, Starshine ... I ask for one thing

The only thing that I have asked from them ... to have you all

End of Estoile's POV

His red eyes radiated as they roamed, little shining stars, shining through the darkness of his room

Estoile got up to sit, touching his arms, the scars, a curse in his blood, if his starry blood boiled, he'll get rotten, even at the slightest of things

" I'll do it ... " he shakily murmured, desperately trying to get himself together, " ... I'll make everyone right ... perfect "

The direction was simple, get the Titans, bring Collector back home ...

" I didn't endure all of this for nothing ... why can't you understand ... Colly? "

Wet drops stained his face, putting his hands on his head, his deraÀnged eyes turned to the floating cage, where he put Chalent, where the Titaness now is nothing but a doll, with another cage in her head " what did you do ...? "

He picked the cage, trying his best not to break it " what did you do to him, Titan? why does he want you so badly? why do you act like you never wanted any harm on him? as if he wasn't your hellfire? ... my poor, baby brother ... "

" Est? " Solar & Lunar's sudden voices startled him, quickly he put the cage on his bed, wiping away his tears before turning to his siblings

" What is it? " he put a smile, with his usual calm expression as always

The twins shared a look, before turning back to him " are you sure you want to handle it alone? " Lunar asked calmly, stepped closer to his eldest brother " as close as you get, as rotten as you ... get scarred "

Estoile sighed, wrapping his arms around the twins, hugging them tightly " I appreciate your worries, but we all know who decided to put him there in the first place ... "

He looked down to them, his smile grew warmer, quietly comforting the twins " I managed to consume it many, many times, this it no different "

" ... He would be upset, right? "

" I'm afraid so ... but sooner or later, he'll get better, .. "

In the middle of their conversation, Filos, too tiny to be noticed, was watching down at the door

" Alas you ... " he spat faintly, mostly out of disappointment

Filos's POV:

Quickly, I floated to under his bed ...

I know, I know ....

Chalent sure was scornful, distant little grim, but still, she didn't lay a one, hurtful finger on Collector!

Actually, she was polite enough to not even interact with him, while having such thoughts ...

Hellfire sure is a perfect way to describe that confusion of yours, Chalent ...