• ST: Nova Prologue
    by ~Mori-Nawts-294
    He was not a "touchy Feely" person, he even felt a somewhat reclusive-ness around the sense of touch. But not today. After they disappeared from his sight, his grasp, he realized they were truly the thing he cared about most in this infinite multiverse they dwell upon. He had kept his promise to them, to never leave them, but he felt like he allowed that promise to drain away when they were pull from him into the "Maelstrom Whirlpool" (as it began to be known), and he, instead of saving them, saved the only two he could make out in the mess of creatures sucked into oblivion. But they were here now, with him, and he would never leave them. He was closer to them then they had ever been.
    He eyed the "home" he kept his family in. It was in a curve of the Continuum, just in a little space of their own. It was a charming little home, a white picket fence surrounding the brown bricked walls, stones leading up to the small, brown door in the front. It was something he saw in a vision, more or less a dream. He at least wished it was a dream, the terrible, torturous time he spent in the "universe's layers", where he witnessed the death of his wife and two closest friends. It crushed him, and let him realize, that there is a death, and it wait for him every night of every day, of every universe, of every oblivion.
    He stood behind the Lady now, draping his arms around her in a most human fashion, of course, he did spend too long of a time with humans.
    "You're never this ...'clingy'" she muttered as he crept closer, almost face to face with her.
    "You've never been gone for so long"
    "We were separated for a billion years," the Lady laughed and he grabbed her hand, pressing his lips upon it. "And in our reuniting, you even feigned a 'weakness' near me."
    "I do believe it may be him," He looked towards their son with the same pride he felt during the "Time", apart. He, as well, never felt the need for children. To him, they were more or less annoying, pathetic little creatures. But his son, of course, was the first child born in their Continuum, he also served as a catalyst in the repelling of the Civil War. His son had the perfect symmetric features of both parents, his mother's eyes, his father's hair, it was a reproductive wonder. Of course, they were all special creatures.
    "Our son? When have you last felt the feelings of 'love' or 'self-unimportance' to care about someone who is not you?"
    "Ever since ever. And I mean that," he pulled a chair from behind, flipping it around and saddling it.
    "Learned that from one of your human friends?" the Lady chuckled inwardly
    "Not so much a friend. A...friend of a friend."
    "Of course, Q. Of course"