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Eden was pleased with the luxury of being able to do their child’s hair. It had taken so long for Cyprus to allow himself to be taken care of like this… Eden was so proud. As Cyprus sat down on his bed, Eden took their seat beside him, taking in his long, dark brown hair. “Have I ever told you how beautiful your hair is, my child?”
“Yes… I don’t understand why you’re so… adamant about making sure I know…”
“Well that is because I truly believe it to be so.” Eden’s heart smiled as their hands brushed gently through the teenager’s hair. “So soft…” they hummed, the eyeballs on their chest all watching the gentle flow of their talons on Cyprus’ hair.
The boy fidgeted a little before he stammered out the question he’d been dying to ask. “Did you know anyone… significant before you met your… husband? Anyone you loved?”
“Such a bold question from you. But I would be glad to answer. I have, someone I met a very long time ago…” Eden paused their brushing to reminisce on moments past. They couldn’t handle the similarities that boy shared with their current son.
“…His name was Arthur. Believe it or not, he was my lover in years past. We never considered ourselves to be together, but we loved each other more than life itself. Or at least I loved him that way… There once was a time that he was shining like a star.”
…
A holy war was imminent, every angel in heaven could tell. Their spies were sure of it too. Eden had been suited for armor not too long ago, and they were watching Arthur get his own armor fitted. He looked angry at the angel helping him, but he didn’t dare lay a hand on her. He was just impatient.
Eden’s eye smiled as they watched him finish up, but they couldn’t resist teasing him. “Finally, I can move again…”
“You- ah- how did you know what I would say?”
“I always do. Now let me know how it feels.”
“Cold.”
“You always have something to complain about, do you not?”
They watched him stomp off and sit down somewhere and they followed without a thought. Looking at him with his armor on was incredibly attractive, but nothing could beat how he wore himself— completely bare. Eden admired every single detail of his battle suit, they couldn’t help but stare.
“You remind me of a dog, Eden… you always follow me around. Like you don’t trust me.” It wasn’t always something nice to come out of Arthur’s mouth, but they preferred honesty any day.
“I trust you. Do I make you feel like I do not? I apologize if I do.”
“Don’t. Please don’t. It’s my own mind. You don’t make me feel like that- I- I didn’t mean what I said. Not necessarily.” He had been like that since the beginning of time. Never thought before he spoke, always taking back words he didn’t mean as the truth. They believed every word he said, but they knew that not each word was true. It made communication overwhelming at times, sometimes even useless…