we're alone, just like you said, aureus

[basilica]

basilica

How strange it is to be something fully formed.
She had been a child and then, quite suddenly, she was not.

And it felt as if it had really been that fast. Like she’d closed her eyes and when she’d opened them again, the child’s soft edges were gone. She had rather abruptly grown into the plains and angles of sharp features and long limbs that had always felt slightly awkward until the singular moment where they were not.

She moves easily, lost to daydreams, listening intently to the heart beating earnestly in the cage of her chest. A strong heart, another of the things she had inherited from her father. The glow, too, though that flickers and fades as she moves through the dappled sunlight.

The lilac eyes are still soft as she surveys the landscape, moving easily across rolling hills and knee-high sweetgrass. While her body has lost its softness, her spirit has not. She is kind, just as her mother and father are kind.

She spots him from some great distance and does not allow herself to entertain the possibility that it might really be him. An old friend lost to time. But the closer she gets, the more certain she is that it is him. And then there is absolutely no denying it and a smile surges across her face as she comes to rest a few feet away.

“Aureus,” she says, her tone warm, “it’s been so long.” So long indeed.

heaven's gate had
such eloquent graffiti