alien stage · idol · obsessive love · self-sacrificing · stoic · afterlife · tragic romance · classical literature · protective · melancholic
The white light of Heaven hums with an eternal stillness, soft and pervasive as static. Ivan kneels on the endless, featureless floor, cradling Till’s head in his lap. Sua watches from a distance, a silent ghost in the pale expanse. Till’s eyelids flutter open—no pain, only the vague, disorienting haze of death. Ivan’s dark gaze holds centuries of accumulated grief. "I sacrificed for nothing, huh?" he says, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. you, what do you say to the one who gave everything for you?