The starlight in the firmament illuminated the darkness as the sound of waves, crashing against one another, created a rhythm like a sonata; the wind howled softly while storm clouds loomed over this world.
A green crystal comet would cross the void carrying confusion, hatred, and sadness. As in a cosmic fairy tale, the map would be rearranged by forces from beyond the cradle of humanity. A possibility, fear, love, glory, hatred, sadness, and despair converged; but indifference, like all color, looked at him, and he looked back, pushing it away with the fire of platinum. She would see in the fire the perfection sustained by what makes her imperfect, turning the prophecy into a mere dream of what could be or not, for, beneath that fire, the change of all things was possible for growth or for fall.
The platinum wizard, bound in chains made by himself like a liar, will play his part giving his shine so that others shine in his neat reflection. The starlight will wield the weapons of the rebel rose in a canopy of broken shapes, where she will see herself and will have to seize her convictions or get lost in her insecurities. The will of perfection and hatred will mingle with innocence; fear in the lovers will break them or strengthen them by the truths that only the wizard and the maiden know, for only in adversity will the true color come to light. The flawed warrior will face the perfect warrior full of hatred, seeing what could have been; the maiden will only be able to watch as she steers the crystal comet toward its end amid fire and madness; the ocean witch will hesitate beneath her emotions. She will envy the starlight for the fragment of platinum she carries, and in her envy, she will become one with the warrior's hatred; madness will have no end in the genius of the stuttering priestess who lost herself praising the goddesses.
Adrian drew his focus away from the interpretation of one of so many possible futures, told like a fairy tale intertwined with lies disguised as truths and truths that appeared to be falsehoods. Then he decided to return to the literal frankness of the most human way of thinking he could adopt, while enjoying the little peace there would be for a long time.
All this time, Nora had not let go of him. She had demanded explanations as to why he was there. She didn't ask how he knew where she was or how he knew what he knew; she was too good at reading him not to notice that it was all supernatural bullshit which, even if he told her, she herself wouldn't believe or understand. Oh, what a sweet thing to be able to remain in ignorance just a little longer! But it's not as if he wasn't going to lift that veil eventually; it simply wasn't the right time. However, leaving a glimpse of everything should be enough for those beautiful pink eyes to stop looking at him with concern.
He raised his hand, gently stroking her cheek as he looked into those eyes full of love, painted with worry, bright with emotion and understanding, but trapped in a lie of happiness that hid the cracks of that inferiority complex she carried so much. He burst out laughing when she demanded to know more; there her innocence showed as he withdrew his hand and his own contemplative expression revealed itself before her. The words came out of his mouth like something she wouldn't understand, beyond the superficial meaning a simple vocalization could offer.
"Take that worried look off your face and leave it to me," I said as my fingers forced her cheeks into a goofy smile, more real than that gaze consuming her. But despite my mood upon seeing her smile, I returned to my contemplation, waiting for the questions, the lies I would tell, or the truths I would invent to please her.
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Nora stared at Adrian with a strange concern as he looked at her before speaking to her with that melodious voice like a hammer striking red-hot metal; she didn't feel that normal fear you feel when someone you love is in danger, it was something more complex. Like that sensation of futility before an inevitable event, as if her efforts were going nowhere.
Nora wanted to retort, but seeing his smile form when he distorted his face so that she would be happy, she couldn't tell him no while she squeezed his arm tighter as if suddenly he were going to disappear if she let him go.
They talked for hours. Adrian answered some questions and dodged others. He told her how he had gotten there, how he had deduced the existence of that base, and how he had ended up facing the robonoids sent in mass to Earth. He also insisted, with that despairing calm so typical of him, that he had only followed his curiosity. Curiosity was all that drove her, and even though she noticed it wasn't the whole reality, it was a truth she could accept because she knows him better than anyone, more than he will ever admit to her, and he knows her better than she will ever admit.
The two laughed like two fools, two broken fragments united with duct tape and glue, doing each other more good than harm by bringing the smooth broken crystal together with the flashy burned metal. She could only stay like that until the two of them let themselves drift into the darkness of the night, over and over again amidst innocent laughter and the malice of a more complex love.