Chapter 1: The Quiet Dawn
Chapter Text
The relentless cycle of rounds had taken its toll on 007n7.
Each escape, each near-death experience, each agonizing defeat, left an indelible mark on his psyche.
He was no stranger to pain, his history as a not too famous exploiter but could be the pain in the ass had hardened him to a degree.
The agony was a ceaseless, looping nightmare.
Each reawakening was less a relief and more a fresh plunge into the abyss of terror.
One moment, the razor-sharp claws of The Hacker of March 18th would tear through his flesh, the searing pain a prelude to the grotesque symphony of his own organs spilling onto the icy ground.
The next, a jagged, blood-stained blade would plunge into 007n7's chest, a violation that left him gasping, choking on his own lifeblood as his heart spasmed its final, frantic beats.
Or perhaps it would be the terrifying sensation of dissolution, his very being unraveling into a chilling, formless void, the last vestiges of his consciousness screaming into an indifferent darkness.
Then, the inferno – a consuming, ravenous heat that peeled back his skin, crisped his muscles, and left his bones as brittle, blackened char.
007n7 feel the sickening pop as his eyeballs burst, the unbearable agony of his lungs seizing, filling with smoke, before succumbing to the all-encompassing fire.
And through each unspeakable death, a single, horrifying constant remained: the jolt back to awareness in the main cabin, the familiar scent of stale air and dust, only to know that the torment would begin anew.
It was a cycle of exquisite suffering, each iteration more vivid, more brutal than the last, trapping him in an endless echo chamber of his own demise.
The true terror wasn't just the pain, but the chilling certainty that it would never truly end, that he was eternally bound to this macabre ballet of death and rebirth.
The phantom aches lingered, sharp and vivid, even as his physical body remained miraculously whole.
Sometimes, a faint scar would appear, a whisper of a past demise, a silent testament to the horrors he endured..
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Tonight, the familiar ache was a dull throb behind his eyes, a persistent hum in his bones that refused to let him rest.
He tossed and turned in his bunk, the soft mattress doing little to ease the tension coiling in his stomach.
His C00lgui activated, a soft red color glowed, lit up the dark cabin.
2:37 AM.
Sleep was a distant concept, a luxury he couldn't afford when the echoes of screams and the glint of killer's blades still danced behind his eyelids.
He sighed, the sound a thin whisper in the quiet cabin.
The other survivors, he hoped, were deep in the oblivion of sleep, their minds granted a temporary reprieve from the brutal reality they faced daily.
With a grunt, 007n7 pushed himself upright.
The cabin felt suffocating, its familiar wooden walls closing in on him.
He needed air, the vast expanse of the night sky, anything to drown out the internal clamor.
Carefully, he swung his legs over the side of the bunk, his bare feet meeting the cool wooden floorboards.
He grabbed his worn hoodie from a hook by the door, pulling it on over his blue shirt.
The Burger Bob hat, his ever-present companion, was already nestled on his head, the noob head atop it a silent, if quirky, sentinel.
He tiptoed to the door, eased it open, and slipped out into the pre-dawn stillness.
The cool night air was a welcome balm against his heated skin.
The moonlight, a silver sheen, bathed the sprawling camp in an ethereal glow.
The main cabin, a larger structure where most survivors congregated, was dark and silent, confirming his assumption that everyone was asleep.
He followed a well-worn path through the sparse vegetation, the crunch of pebbles beneath his feet the only sound in the oppressive quiet.
His destination was a large, smooth rock perched on the edge of the beach, a favored spot for quiet contemplation.
He settled onto the cool surface of the rock, his gaze fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean.
The waves, a hypnotic rhythm, crashed softly against the shore, their white foam glittering under the moonlight.
The sky was a canvas of inky black, dotted with a million pinprick stars. It was beautiful, a stark contrast to the ugliness he faced every round.
He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to fill his lungs with something other than the lingering scent of fear and smoke.
Despite the beauty, his mind refused to quiet.
The c00lgui, a smaller, internalized version, hummed a faint, almost imperceptible tune within him.
He could feel its latent power, the ability to warp space, to create fleeting echoes of himself. It was his salvation, his curse.
It had saved him countless times, but it also tied him to this endless torment, this cycle of death and rebirth.
His thoughts drifted to C00lkidd, his adoptive son.
A pang of familiarity, a bittersweet ache, always resonated within him whenever he saw the infamous hacker in the rounds.
They had been close, once. But then, life had taken a cruel turn, snatching away the very thing that had begun to soften his hardened edges.
The guilt, a heavy cloak, settled over him, mingling with the phantom pains of his latest deaths.
He had sought to atone for his past, to escape the shadow of it, but it seemed the universe had other plans. This perpetual purgatory was his penance.
A sudden, light tap on his shoulder jolted him from his reverie.
His breath hitched, and a jolt of adrenaline, a familiar companion, surged through him.
He instinctively tensed, ready to spring, to run, to deploy a clone, anything.
Then, he remembered where he was.
It wasn't a killer, not here, not now.
Slowly, cautiously, he turned his head, just enough to see who had disturbed his solitude.
Standing beside him, silhouetted against the moonlit sky, was Taph.
The Hood of the International Order of Buildmasters shadowed their face, but the familiar yellow stripes on their black robes, adorned with their cryptic runes, were unmistakable.
They held a hand up, palm facing 007n7, a universal gesture of greeting. It was the way they used to communicate,
"🖐" (Hi)
A moment of awkward silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the gentle lapping of the waves.
007n7, still a little startled, managed to offer a shy, hesitant smile. He rarely interacted with Taph, known mostly for his quiet demeanor and nothing more.
Yet, a strange sense of empathy flickered within him.
He knew Taph carried their own burdens, their own guilt, a silent parallel to his own.
Taph lowered her hand, then made a series of quick, fluid gestures.
"✋ 🤔❓" (What are you doing here?)
He understood.
He had picked up on Taph's unique form of communication early on, a silent language he had kept to himself.
"I... couldn't sleep," he admitted, his voice a low murmur, almost lost to the wind. "Too much on my mind, I guess. The rounds... they just keep replaying."
He gestured vaguely towards his head, then back out at the endless ocean, as if the vastness of it mirrored the turmoil within him.
Taph’s hands moved again, a flurry of gestures that conveyed a surprising amount of emotion.
"😊 🗣️ 👍 🤝 " (Happy that you understand what I say)
They finished with a slight inclination of their hooded head, as if a weight had been lifted from him.
A small, genuine smile touched 007n7's lips. He hadn't realized how much Taph longed for someone to understand her.
It was a shared vulnerability, a silent bond forged in the crucible of their shared suffering. "You're happy?"
007n7 asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "Because I understand you?"
Taph nodded emphatically, then her hands moved to form a gesture that seemed to indicate a comparison between 007n7 and someone else.
"👥 ➕ 🎃 " (You beside Dusekkar.)
It seemed Taph was indicating that 007n7 was the second person, besides Dusekkar, who understood her.
"Well," 007n7 said, a soft chuckle escaping him, "I'm glad I could be of service, then."
He patted the rock beside him. "Want to sit? It's pretty peaceful out here."
Taph's head bobbed once, a clear acceptance.
They moved with a quiet grace, their black robes rustling softly as they settled onto the rock beside 007n7.
The silence that followed wasn't awkward this time. It was comfortable, a shared space of quiet contemplation under the vast, star-dusted sky.
They sat there for a long time, the only sounds the rhythmic crash of the waves and the gentle whisper of the wind.
The burger man found a strange solace in Taph's silent presence.
There was no need for explanations, no need for words.
They simply existed, two broken souls finding a fleeting moment of peace in the shared darkness.
He watched the moonlight dance on the water, the distant horizon a blurry line where the sky met the sea.
The pain in his bones seemed to recede, replaced by a weary exhaustion.
The air grew cooler as the hours passed, hinting at the approaching dawn.
007n7's eyelids grew heavy.
The gentle lull of the waves, combined with the unexpected comfort of Taph's silent companionship, was a powerful soporific.
He found himself leaning, almost imperceptibly at first, against Taph's cloaked form.
The fabric of Taph's robes was surprisingly soft, and a faint, almost earthy scent, like old wood and something metallic, emanated from him.
His head drooped lower, until his Burger Bob hat rested gently against Taph's shoulder.
He was too tired to care, too weary to move.
The exhaustion of endless rounds, the mental toll of constant fear, finally claimed him. He drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, the first truly restful slumber he had experienced in what felt like an eternity.
Taph remained still, her head tilted slightly as she registered the weight on their shoulder.
The mute demolitionist felt the soft, even breaths against their arm. A flicker of something akin to surprise, then a warmth, spread through them.
They hadn't expected this.
Hadn't expected to find solace in shared silence, nor the gentle trust evident in 007n7's slumber. The looked out at the ocean, the first faint blush of dawn now painting the eastern horizon.
The stars were beginning to fade, giving way to the pale light of a new day.
Slowly, cautiously, Taph moved their arm, drawing 007n7 a little closer. They brought their other hand up, their gloved fingers hesitating for a moment, then gently encircling 007n7's back.
It was a shy, almost imperceptible embrace, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected bond forming between them.
The mute demolitionist, once feared and hunted, now held a former hacker in a quiet embrace, two kindred spirits finding a moment of fragile connection in the vast, indifferent world.
The warmth of 007n7 against them was a comforting weight, a tangible presence that chased away the lingering shadows of his own past.
He closed their eyes, for a moment, and allowed themselves to simply be, holding onto the fragile peace that had settled upon them both.
...
Amidst the night, a soul in pain,
007n7, haunted by rounds again.
Phantom aches and scars unseen,
A cruel rebirth, a torrid, endless scene.
To ocean's edge, he sought reprieve,
Where moonlit waves began to weave.
Then Taph appeared, a silent grace,
Emojis spoke, bridged time and space.
No words exchanged, just understanding deep,
As shadows lifted, secrets kept.
On cool rock shared, beneath the starry sky,
Two weary souls, where fears could gently lie.
A touch, a lean, then slumber’s sweet release,
In Taph's embrace, he found true peace.
Dawn paints the sky, a tender, soft new light,
Two kindred spirits, in the fading night.
✧
Chapter 2: A Silent Reprieve
Summary:
During a rare and unexpected break from their usual torment, 007n7 finds solace in the quiet companionship of Taph.
After a peaceful night and a shared breakfast with other survivors, 007n7 is invited by Dusekkar to spend time with Taph. In Taph's cabin, filled with their unique, artistic bombs, 007n7 and Taph deepen their bond, sharing a moment of mutual understanding and vulnerability. This connection culminates in a gentle kiss.
In the end, them holding hands, finding a profound, quiet peace together in a harsh world.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The soft, persistent warmth on his shoulder was the first thing 007n7 registered.
It was a foreign, yet comforting sensation, a stark contrast to the phantom cold that usually clung to him after a restless night.
He stirred, the gentle weight of his Burger Bob hat shifting on his head.
The cool, earthy scent of Taph’s robes filled his senses, a surprising comfort that coaxed him fully into wakefulness.
His eyes fluttered open, the world coming into focus as a hazy blend of blues and greys. The sky, once an inky canvas, was now a pale, gentle azure, the sun a shy promise on the horizon.
The rhythmic crash of the waves was a constant, soothing lullaby.
He pushed himself upright, a weary sigh escaping his lips.
His body felt heavy, his mind still a little groggy, but for the first time in what felt like an eternity, the phantom aches of his past deaths were absent.
No lingering fire, no phantom slice, no ghostly pressure on his chest.
Just a dull, pleasant exhaustion.
He looked over at Taph, who sat motionless beside him, her hooded head tilted slightly towards the sea.
The first rays of dawn caught the intricate yellow runes on her robes, making them seem to glow with an inner light.
A strange warmth blossomed in 007n7’s chest.
He had drifted off to sleep, leaning against this quiet, mysterious demolitionist. A person who had, in their own silent way, offered a moment of peace he hadn't known he desperately needed.
As if sensing his gaze, Taph turned their head, their shadowed face a mask of stillness.
"Good morning," 007n7 said, his voice a little hoarse from disuse. He offered a small, shy smile. "Did you, uh... did you sleep okay?"
Taph’s hands moved in a familiar, fluid dance
"☀️ 👍 😴 ❔" (Good morning, I did. How about you?)"
007n7’s smile widened. He understood. "Yeah,"
He replied softly, "I did. Better than I have in a long time, actually. Thanks for… well, thanks for keeping me company."
Taph nodded, a slight incline of their hooded head that held a world of silent understanding.
Then, a sudden, piercing hum filled the air.
A familiar terror, cold and sharp, seized the burger man’s heart, and he instinctively tensed.
The sound wasn't the usual jarring static of a round beginning, but something different, more melodic.
Before his C00lgui could even activate, a black screen, outlined in a familiar red neon, flickered into existence in the air before them.
It was The Spectre.
He braced himself for the usual terrifying pronouncements, the cruel words that signaled another cycle of torture. But the words on the screen were… different.
"I feel happy today, so have a break."
Just that.
The words hung in the air for a moment, the red neon pulsating with an eerie warmth, before the screen winked out of existence, leaving behind only the gentle morning light.
A wave of relief, so profound it left 007n7 weak in the knees, washed over him. He slumped against the rock, letting out a long, shaky breath.
A break. A reprieve.
It was a concept so alien in this twisted reality that he could barely comprehend it.
"It.. It gave us a break," 007n7 whispered, his voice laced with disbelief. "The Spectre… is happy?"
Taph’s hand moved again, a single, concise gesture.
"🤷♀️" (Don't know.)
It was a perfectly Taph-like response. The mute demolitionist didn't care about the why, only the what.
There was a break. That was enough.
They both rose from the rock, the sun now fully peeking over the horizon.
The air was cool and crisp, a promise of a quiet day. They walked together, their footsteps a soft crunch on the path, back towards the camp.
The main cabin, usually a hive of nervous energy in the pre-round hours, was still and quiet.
007n7 saw Guest 1337 out by the makeshift training area, doing push-ups with a serene focus.
He gave a nod of his head, and he returned the gesture, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected reprieve.
...
As they reached the entrance to the main cabin, Taph stopped. His hands moved quickly.
"👥 ➕ 🎃" (You beside Pumpkin.)
He understood.
The mute demolitionist was going to tell Dusekkar about their conversation.
The ex-hacker smiled, a genuine, easy grin that reached his eyes, "Go ahead,"
He said, "I'm going to go see if Elliot needs help with breakfast."
Taph gave another slight nod and walked toward Dusekkar, who was sitting on the porch steps, polishing their staff.
As Taph approached, Dusekkar’s head with the glowing pumpkin gave a start, and his body language shifted from tense to welcoming.
007n7 watched as Taph began to sign, their hands a blur of motion. Dusekkar listened intently, his fiery gaze moving from Taph to him, a thoughtful expression on their face.
Feeling a sudden nervousness, a familiar companion, he slipped inside the kitchen.
...
The scent of coffee and something cooking filled the air.
Elliot, looking a little more relaxed than usual, was standing over a griddle, flipping pancakes. He didn’t seem to notice the ex-exploiter at first.
"Hey, Elliot," 007n7 said, his voice a little hesitant. "Anything I can do to help?"
Elliot startled, turning around.
His worried expression softened slightly. "Oh, 007n7. Yeah, sure. Just… toss the plates on the table, I guess.. We're going to need a lot of them."
He still sounded a little wary, but there wasn't the usual flash of animosity in his eyes. He had been through too much to hold a grudge over a chaotic child and an oblivious parent.
The rounds had a way of putting things into perspective.
007n7 nodded and began stacking the plates. He was joined by Chance and Two Time, who were already in the kitchen. Chance was, as usual, flipping a coin into the air, catching it with practiced ease. "Break day,"
They said with a wry grin. "The house wins, I guess."
Two Time was standing by the window, a look of deep concentration on their face.
"The Spawn, I ask for thy divine intervention,"
They murmured, their voice a low, reverent whisper. "May this reprieve be a sign of your benevolent grace."
"A little early for a ritual, eh?" Chance quipped, not missing a beat with their coin toss.
Two Time simply shook their head. "The Spawn is always with us, especially in times of.. unexpected kindness."
007n7 just smiled and kept stacking plates.
The shared, easy camaraderie in the kitchen was a balm to his frayed nerves. He hadn’t realized how much he craved this, these small, mundane moments of normalcy.
He and Elliot worked in a comfortable rhythm, the unspoken tension between them slowly dissolving into the morning air.
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After a hearty breakfast of pancakes and coffee, the survivors scattered, each finding their own way to enjoy the unexpected peace.
Guest 1337 continued his training outside, his movements a symphony of controlled power.
Chance and Shedletsky found a quiet corner to play a game of cards, their soft laughter occasionally drifting through the cabin.
Elliot began tidying up the kitchen, humming a tune under his breath.
007n7 felt the pull to retreat to his cabin, a habit born from months of self-imposed isolation. He needed to process the events of the night and the morning, to internalize the strangeness of a day without dread.
As he walked past the porch, Taph and Dusekkar were still talking.
Taph’s hands were moving with more animation than usual, and Dusekkar was listening with a rare, undivided attention.
"Hey," 007n7 said softly, a genuine smile on his face as he stopped beside them. "Just heading to my cabin."
Taph’s hands immediately moved, a simple but heartfelt greeting, "👋 😊 ☀️" (Hey, have a happy day.)"
"You too," 007n7 said, his heart feeling a little lighter.
He turned to leave, but a voice, not too deep but resonant, stopped him.
"007n7," Dusekkar said, their voice a low rumble. "Wait."
007n7 turned back, a flicker of his usual nervousness returning. "Yes?"
"My silent companion has told me much," Dusekkar continued, their pumpkin head tilted slightly.
"It seems you and they share a bond of understanding. It is a rare thing in this place, a gift. I wish to speak with you about it."
007n7 felt his heart stutter.
He wasn't used to this level of attention, this kind of sincere, open interest.
He was the guy who stayed in the background, the one who tried to disappear, "Oh. I… I don't know,"
He stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, "There's not much to it, really. We just… understand each other."
Dusekkar's fiery gaze held his.
"That is the very essence of it. Come, sit with us. We have time now, more than we ever thought we would."
He hesitated for a moment, his internal C00lgui humming with a faint, anxious energy.
But the memory of the night, of Taph’s gentle presence, of the surprising peace he had found, won out over his anxiety.
He sat down on the steps beside them.
...
For the next half hour, they talked.
Or rather, Dusekkar talked, and 007n7 and Taph communicated in a quiet, shared language of words and gestures.
The wise pumpkin spoke of the burdens of leadership, the constant fear for their fellow survivors, the guilt that came with every loss.
He spoke of the loneliness of being the one to make the tough decisions, and how rare it was to find someone who simply understood.
007n7 found himself nodding, his own experiences with C00lkidd, his own quiet guilt, a mirror to Dusekkar’s words.
After a while, Dusekkar rose, his robes rustling softly.
"Shedletsky and Builderman requires assistance with some problems."
They looked at 007n7, a flicker of something new in his fiery eyes, "Taph, why don't you show our friend your work? Perhaps it will prove to be a bonding experience."
Taph's head bobbed with an almost comical eagerness, and their hands moved excitedly.
"👌 👋 🎃" (Okay, bye pumpkin.)
007n7 felt a flutter of surprise. Taph wanted to show him something?
He had only ever seen them from a distance, a quiet, solitary figure. "Okay,"
He said, a genuine smile on his face. "Sure, Lead the way."
Taph glided with a quiet grace toward their cabin, and 007n7 followed, the familiar rhythmic crunch of his feet on the dirt path.
They pushed open the door to a small, neat space.
The air was filled with a strange, metallic scent, tinged with the faint smell of gunpowder.
Inside, the cabin was a testament to the silent demolitionist's trange genius. There were no less than a dozen bombs, all in different stages of completion, neatly arranged on a workbench.
One of them, sitting on a plush red velvet cloth, was a complex, beautiful thing.
It was a cube of polished obsidian, each corner holding a floating, crimson diamond.
A dark, pulsating core of what looked like pure energy pulsed at the center. Taph turned to 007n7, and he could feel the radiating pride from her.
Imaginary sparkles seemed to appear around Taph's head, the only sign of her joy.
She gestured to the array of bombs, her hands moving with the fervent energy of an artist describing their work.
"💣 💥 🎨 ✨" (Colorful bombs explode.)
007n7 looked at the bombs, then back at Taph, a gentle smile on his face. "These are... amazing, Taph,"
He said, his voice full of genuine wonder. "You made all of these?"
Taph nodded, his head bobbing emphatically.
They then led him over to a small, flat area on the floor, and they both sat down, cross-legged.One by one, Taph picked up each bomb, showing it to 007n7.
They showed him the pink one first, and with a swift gesture, a small, controlled pop of pink smoke erupted from it.
They then showed him the purple and gold one, which shimmered with a fleeting, ethereal light. He listened intently, his nervous energy replaced by a deep fascination.
He found himself offering suggestions, his mind, accustomed to strategic exploitation, now applying itself to this new craft.
"Maybe," he mused, "
You could make one that… doesn't explode? But instead, it creates a loud, disorienting sound?Or maybe… a bomb that makes a bunch of decoys for a few seconds? Like my clones, but for everyone around it."
Taph’s hands moved with lightning speed, their face, shadowed as it was, a mask of pure excitement, "💡 🤯 ✨ 💥" (Amazing ideas for the explode!)
She then reached out, and with a surprisingly gentle hand, she touched the ex-hacker's shoulder.
"🤝 🙏" (Thank you.)
The simple, honest gratitude in the gesture was more than 007n7 could handle.
He felt a lump form in his throat, and the emotional dam he had built around himself finally broke.
Tears welled up in his eyes, and he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Taph in a tight, heartfelt embrace.
"Thank you, Taph," He whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You're… you're so kind. I'm just so… happy there's someone here for me.
Guest asks if I'm okay, but… you just… you get it. You get me."
He could feel Taph’s wings, a strange, beautiful thing he had seen, twitching. He felt them move up and down, a silent sign of their own happiness.
Taph’s arms, surprisingly strong, wrapped around him in a shy, but firm embrace.
They held him for a long time, the only sound the quiet hum of their presence and 007n7’s soft sobs.
When they finally pulled back, they were both a little teary-eyed.
007n7 felt embarrassed, his face hot.
He had never been this vulnerable in front of anyone. He looked at Taph, and Taph looked back at him.
A shared, silent understanding hung in the air, a bond forged in the crucible of their shared suffering and their quiet, unexpected connection.
Slowly, hesitantly, 007n7 leaned in.
He wasn't sure what he was doing, what was happening, only that he wanted to be closer, to feel this strange, profound connection in a way that words couldn't convey.
Taph didn’t pull away. His head tilted slightly, his body still, accepting.
Then, he felt the soft pressure of what he thought was Taph’s lips on his. It was a gentle, almost hesitant kiss, a single, fleeting touch of their mouths.
It was tender, full of the unspoken emotions they had both been carrying—a kiss of shared loneliness, of unexpected solace, of quiet, profound acceptance.
Then, Taph's tongue touched his, and he froze.
A jolt of pure shock, not fear, but utter astonishment, coursed through him.
This was not a tongue.
It was a sudden, writhing mass of black, sinewy tentacles that spilled from the depths of the hood's shadow.
There were so many of them, far too many to count, curling and exploring in the kiss.
They were soft, surprisingly so, yet their sheer number and alienness sent a wave of unreality through him.
He could have pulled back. Every instinct told him to.
But the kiss, despite the bizarre intrusion, was still gentle, still soft.
He closed his eyes, his mind reeling, and leaned into the sensation, allowing himself to be overwhelmed by the strangeness of it, and the tenderness behind it.
...
When they finally broke apart, they were both panting, their chests heaving. The sheer unexpectedness of the moment had left them breathless.
007n7 looked at Taph, a flustered, embarrassed smile on his face.
His tail, a part of his body he usually kept tucked away, gave a small, nervous twitch.
Taph's hood was still a shadowed abyss, but he could feel their gaze on him. A moment of silence stretched between them, punctuated only by their ragged breaths.
They both looked away, then back at each other, a tentative, shy smile playing on 007n7 face.
After a while, the embarrassment faded, replaced by a comfortable, quiet understanding.
They were just two broken souls, finding a moment of fragile connection in a broken world.
007n7 reached out, his hand hesitant. Taph's gloved hand met his, and their fingers intertwined, a silent promise.
They stayed there, on the floor of Taph's cabin, their hands clasped, the silence between them no longer awkward or shy, but full of the gentle, profound warmth of their new, unexpected bond.
The sun rose higher in the sky, and the morning gave way to afternoon.
The world outside, with its endless rounds and constant suffering, faded into the background.
For a brief, fleeting moment, there was only them, together, two kindred spirits who had found each other in the darkness, finally, blissfully, at peace.
...
Sun-drenched dawn, a silent hand,
A break from a cruel, unending land.
No phantom ache, no ghost of fire,
Just quiet peace, and a heart's desire.
A shared smile, a silent sign,
A language spoken, yours and mine.
A gentle kiss, a strange, new grace,
Tentacles in a shadowed space.
In quiet cabin, time takes flight,
Two broken souls find morning light.
Hands entwined, a fragile trust,
Peace in a world of dust and rust.
✧
Notes:
Yes, they kiss.
~☆
Well, it becomes romantic now and Agender Taph.
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