did you ever imagine

He wasn’t so lost in his own world and hurts that he couldn’t see that Deathbelle was suffering as well. He could see in those soft lavender eyes that she struggled with the hand life had given her. There had been a time when she had everything - prestige, power, adoration. It was a long, long height to fall from.

the days its not was all that Deathbelle said, but it was enough. She was more then just asking how he managed to go on, she was showing him that she did not herself feel the struggle was worth it - not all the time, not some days. Hearing it made him want to grab her, shake her, and drag her back to the Armada. He could not lose any more. He could not lose her

He closed his eyes and remembered when he had been different. Young, small, and not able to defend himself against those bigger than himself. Of hearing that his parents were dead, and he was to be tossed from the building he called home. Instead of landing on the streets, he was swept up into the personal slaves of the Emperor's family. He was given to Deathbelle, and she had given him a chance to grieve. Since that time, that friendship that had bloomed and grown and torn and scraped away at them. It had been stretched and worn thin, and they looked at eachother like strangers. There was so much between them, so much love and loss and grief, that it was sometimes hard to know how it felt with Deathbelle. “It sounds like you need a friend. What I would give for a friend.” He whispered softly. “But theres so much there now, isn’t there? So much has happened, so much we’ve been through. It all feels so… awkward and uncertain. You deserve a fresh start, little Princess. Perhaps we could start over, turn a new leaf?” he suggested softly.

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