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The waves crashed on the Pandoran banks, the sound mellifluous and calm as the breeze swiped the few dead leaves out of the way. Saps was lying on the roof, staring at the stars and constellations adorning the night sky. It reminded him of the old times, of the desert and the void observing him back, the long forgotten silhouette of a relative lost into the wind. His fingers clenched around his blouse, crumpled and ruffled from the constant work around the house.
It would be done soon, he hoped. Flux had been a great help in making sure everything was working, had even offered to complete the dining area, arranging the exterior and making some of his men plant flowers on the front yard.
Not that the acropolis really had any, considering the long drop from the staircase to the shore, but Flux had advocated for vegetation to run along the stairs. Just like in every other decision making process, Saps had been unable to refuse him anything. They blended together like oil and water, still so attuned to each other and yet never merging, standing from a distance and holding the warmth of the other at the tip of their fingertips.
A chuckle resounded from the depths of his ribcage. Months ago, if someone had told him Flux would be the one offering to build the house, Saps would have laughed in their face. But alas, friendship was harder to comprehend than even mathematics.
“Ugh,” Saps heard next to him as another body rested on the tiles. “This cannot be the best spot to be stargazing.”
“Hey, it’s the best I could find.”
“Why didn’t you just go to the beach? It’s much more comfortable on the sand…” Flux sighed, passing a hand through the messy strands of his hair, now sweaty from the effort, but still styled to almost perfection.
Fluixon Aculon always with a convenient excuse to appear flawless. Saps smiled, so endeared at his appearance, and grabbed Flux’s hand in his own.
“What are you doing?” Flux asked.
“You’re beautiful tonight, do you know that?”
A second of silence broke the daze between them. Flux blinked loudly, still shaken by the sudden revelation, his heart threatening to spill out of his chest.
Saps had always been the sentimental one. The overly empathetic person that came running at you if you needed help, even if it came at the expense of his own safety. Nothing could deter him from his objectives and goals.
Nothing.
Perhaps except the man sitting next to him, cheeks flushed pinkish and gaze refusing to meet him. The person he trusted the most in the whole island. Jophiel and Micro might have been his siblings, but Flux was an anomaly, a sort of different being that gravitated continuously around him.
“Don’t say things like that,” Flux said, doing the most to hide his own flustered state with the back of his left hand.
Saps leaned on his elbows, caught Flux’s wrist and brought his arm down. The distant sound of the calm waves accompanied the whirling of leaves, the stars reflected in those deep purple eyes. Dear, Saps was utterly gone, reduced to a mush of feelings and sentiments. He could never feel closer to the heavens than in the presence of this man.
No matter what could come to disrespect the peace between them.
“It’s just the truth. You can ignore it all you want, but I refuse to believe you have never noticed your own beauty.”
“Cynikka always said she was prettier than me,” Flux said, swatting the compliment away with a flick of his wrist. “I never had enough patience to argue with her about that.”
“You are the prettiest person I have ever seen, if I may.”
“You might just be saying that to anyone.”
Saps pouted. Debating with Flux was always a hard task. Flux, for some reason, found great pleasure in dismantling every argument and point Saps wanted to bring in the conversation and refuted even the logical outcomes. During meetings, it was far easier to deal with Thomas or Snowbird, and Saps mourned his lack of communication with Flux when he came to endorse the mediator role.
But if pragmatism was hard to digest for Flux sometimes, sentiments were even worse. Understanding someone else and their feelings might be the most complicated task he had ever held in his hands.
His friends were restless, a group of overgrown teenagers that kept arguing about this and that, never agreeing on dinner and throwing insults at any given time simply for the love of it. Thomas was the easiest to understand, but his recent disappearances into Harbourbloom made it harder for Flux to find his associate.
And then came Saps.
White haired, golden eyed Saps, peace driven Saps who thought he could bring out the best in anyone with as much as a glance sent the right way. Flux hated to give him reason, but he promptly could not ignore the way his heart kept beating faster when they were close, shoulders touching, fingers dancing along the wood of the mahogany table.
This little dance had gone on for so long now, even the Conspiracy guys had started joking about this situation, hoping they would see Flux in one piece when he came back the next morning. If he diverted their attention as swiftly as he could, Flux knew they were partially right. The bond he shared with Saps could never be replaced by someone else. They were the only one to understand the other, to crawl under the skin and rest in between the heart and lungs.
Their supernatural attraction and tie could never be comprehended by humanly creatures.
“Do you think I would go around inviting anyone to my island and flirt with them blatantly like I do to you?” Saps asked, not waiting for an answer to continue. “I don’t. You’re the only one I allowed here.”
“Jophiel and Micro–”
“My siblings. I sure hope you don’t think I view you as a relative, or else this situation would be very uncomfortable.”
Flux pondered his options. Lying was easy, it was warm and comforting, a familiar feeling Flux had come to love for its efficiency. But this was Saps. The man who always held out his arms when Flux appeared on his front door, trying to crush him into a hug despite the state of his dirtied clothes. The man who refused to let him be thrown into the mess of the island, ready to clean his name.
Saps who was blatantly in love with him.
“I don’t consider you like I consider Cynikka and Ender, if it makes you feel better,” Flux whispered, leaning down until their breaths were mere centimetres away. “Is that what you needed to hear?”
“Not needed. Wanted. I knew it, but having you say it is another thing.”
Flux rolled his eyes to the back of his skull, unnerved by the ease with which Saps always seemed to have fun with him. More than that, he hated himself for falling for it every single time. Stupid heart.
“Whatever, now that you have it–”
Despite his attempt at leaving, Flux felt the fingers clasped around his wrist yank him forward, until he all but lay over Saps’ chest. Warmth. Saps was so fucking warm. A complaint laid on top of his tongue, unspoken, drowned in the sweetness of the kiss they shared, the moonlight as the sole witness of their adoration.
Saps’ hands roamed the expense of his nape, back, until it settled on Flux’s waist, finding a certain pleasure in dipping his thumbs in the curve of his hips. Flux bit on Saps’ lower lip, forcing a gasp out of him. Well deserved, he thought with a snarky grin, enjoying the sudden ascendancy. For once, he seemed to have the upper hand on Saps, who, for reference, was definitely more trained for combat and possessed a greater muscular mass.
They rolled slowly, careful not to fall off the roof, and once they were out of breath, stuck in the lost art of observing, they descended the outside stairs and reached the dining room.
“Careful,” Flux said as Saps dragged him around by the arm, going through the hallway and living areas. “Don’t throw me around like that, I ate so much that I feel pregnant now.”
“Does Princess Flux need to be carried?” Saps smirked back. “You know I wouldn’t mind it.”
“You animal, I know you wouldn’t, you’re way too proud of yourself, you just wanna show off.”
“Only for you.”
Their steps led them to the chamber, where only the sounds of love echoed from for the rest of the evening, accompanying the curious tides of the sea, of the foam forming on the beach, the only organism who might know what could possibly happen inside the acropolis.
Amidst the darkness of the night and in the comfort of his home, Saps stared at the figure asleep in his arms, wondering what he could have possibly done to deserve such happiness, such luck in life.
He felt immortal. His only wish was that it could continue until the end of the world.
His breath caught.
Flux had one knee on the sand of the arena, digging into the ground, a pained groan escaping his lips as he leaned on the hilt of his sword. The words had yet to register in Saps’ mind. He had heard it. He had somehow listened to it as well. But it refused to process. His brain could not comprehend how or why.
“What..?” Saps asked, regaining his breath as well, observing the silhouette bent before him, clutching their stomach as pain soared in their body.
“I surrender.”
There it was. Those same words he had already pronounced, those Saps feared could turn to reality under the gaze of their guests viewing the fight from afar. Did they hear as well? Flux’s voice was quiet, too frail for such a grand person as him. Was Saps the one who transformed him into a phantom, an apparition he could never get rid of?
If they could not, then what were they thinking about? Seeing Flux on the floor, Saps right in front, his axe still gripped tightly in his fist. Did they perhaps imagine he would put an end to Flux’s suffering?
Saps felt nauseous simply thinking about it.
“Do you?” He repeated.
“I do. I don’t care about this all anymore. I cannot die right now.”
“Flux. You killed those people, this war happened because of you. You framed me. I cannot let you go, what happens next? You stab me in the back again? Perhaps this time you will actually do it.”
Flux groaned, his arms clenched harder, his face twisted in pain. Saps truly wished he could escape this situation and go back to his island, to the silence of the jungle and the pristine pillars of the acropolis. With a little bit of luck, Tricolour’s forces would help him clean the remains of the massacre, and then, he would be able to rest peacefully.
But would he be able to sleep soundly if Flux rested in a grave by the sea, so close to him?
“You cannot kill me,” Flux said.
“I could.”
“See, your linguistics have always failed you. No matter how much you wish to convince me, you keep doubting yourself. You could kill me, but you won’t, because you know that putting an end to me will not solve the crisis.”
“You unleashed terror over the world, Fluixon.”
And oh. How much did hearing this name in full letters hurt. There were no more nicknames, no more sweetness between them. Old whimpers and whispers in the dark vanished into the air, forgotten and left to decay. Saps could not hold onto it anymore, not after it brought him to his demise.
If it had not been for Flux’s aloofness in leaving clues around, Saps would have probably never had his name cleared.
There was nothing linking them anymore.
“If you kill me, you will lose everything,” Flux said, eyes crunched. “I need medical help… please.”
Flux begging was unusual, and its presence threw Saps off the rails. If the situation had reduced him to pleading, in the middle of an arena, then it was serious. Too serious to be ignored. The gears worked at full speed in Saps’ mind. More hesitation and Flux’s health could begin to decline. He looked at the Conquesodors, sitting quietly in the bleachers, waiting for the final outcome.
Despite his inner soliloquies, his will to finally give closure on the Infernus war, Saps could not fathom the idea of slaughtering Flux.
“Don’t say anything,” Saps sighed, leaning down to match Flux’s height. “I wouldn’t want you to lose any more blood that you already did.”
“Despite everything, it’s still you.”
Flux should not be talking this easily, he should be creeping on the floor or dropped dead, unable to utter any empty threat, but Saps, as usual, found it curiously impossible to hate on his snarkiness.
It was the only proof he needed to be sure that not everything in him had died.
“Let’s get you somewhere safe, we can talk after.”
Schpood did not take this positively.
Nor did Cass nor Legacy, but at least they had the decency to not ask anything, compared to the Westhelm Emperor who did not hesitate to conduct an hour long interrogation with Saps. His Colosseum had been humiliated through the lack of finality in the fight and the reputation of the Empire had also – according to Schpood – suffered Saps’ reckless decisions.
In all honesty, Saps knew he had been wrong to allow Flux to leave with him. Not only that, he had helped him out, refused the rules of the Colosseum and disobeyed the orders. Everyone who had died in the battle of Infernus wanted closure, and by that, they meant Flux’s death.
But no one had ever dared to try and understand him. All they wanted was more blood to spill on the sand and tint their soils with death. Nobody but Saps.
He sighed and returned to his abode, ascending the long stairway to heaven. Dusk was falling onto Pandora. The second floor of the house had recently been renovated and the new bedroom was basking in dim lighting. A sort of perfect environment for a retired diplomat. Or for a retired world criminal.
As he reached the entrance, he observed the couch, the silhouette sound asleep on it, cover draped over their shoulder and soft snores echoing in the empty room. Flux was still not so comfortable with the fact Saps liked to invite friends over, have tea parties or host lunches with them. Cass, Schpood, Micro, some jackass from Aperion – God, Flux hated them so much – and other Luminarans with nothing better to do.
The only person who did not clearly want Flux’s head on a stick was probably Madzvie, but considering her recent wedding, she was far too preoccupied to even visit Saps on a good day.
Watching from afar, leaning against one of the marble pillars, Saps let out one more sigh. After everything he had been through. After countless murder accusations, a manhunt, a literal war and the duel of a lifetime, he was finally back home.
And not alone this time.
Words could not express the general sentiment of uncertainty that came over his guts, submerging him under water. Flux was hiding, the rest of the world was convinced he had died somewhere in the volcano, that the flames had ravaged his body and that Saps had been victorious all in all. Except for a few trusted leaders, nobody was aware of his alive status. Perhaps that was for the best. Saps was not sure
The cover started moving, and, prompted by an undefinable urge, Saps walked ahead until he was kneeling on the rug, skin scraped but hands held in a prayer, waiting for the moment Flux would wake up and search for him in his sleep-induced nightmare.
Rest after the war was hard to find. Every other day, Flux would wake up in cold sweats, convinced he was going to be slaughtered, almost able to feel blood dripping from his limbs and skull, forcing Saps to let him curl around his back, just to taste the warmth of their intertwined bodies. Too weak to protest, Saps always let him, careful to turn around once Flux was back to sleep to embrace him and be sure he would feel safe in his presence.
They had put no words on their relation, this silent agreement to remain hidden and within the comfort of their homeland together, even if the world told them they were wrong for it.
Finally, after a few minutes of struggling and fidgeting around, Flux opened his eyes. He yawned, stretched, and almost lay back down, stopped by Saps’ hand on his wrist. Flux grunted.
“What time is it?”
“Almost seven, are you hungry?” Saps asked.
“Just a little… I wanted to sleep more, why did you wake me up?”
“You can’t sleep all the time, you also need to eat something if you want to stay alive.”
No matter how much Flux wished to disagree, he was well aware that Saps was right. His body would never heal or recover if he refused to take care of it. Especially now…
“I hate it when you have the upper hand.”
“I don’t think it’s about having the upper hand—”
“Oh it absolutely is,” Flux groaned one more time, cracked his shoulder once, wincing, and dragged himself out of the sofa. He already missed the fluffiness of the pillows, but by some kind of otherworldly force, managed to walk to the table. He sat, waiting patiently until Saps gave him the plate.
Most of their meal was spent simply discussing the current geopolitical state of the world. Saps talked to him about the alliance between Elysium and Luminara, the next elections in Aperion, the grand parades in Westhelm during the week. He talked about Micro too. His poor brother had been left alone after the war, his three Cartel friends and his favourite baker all dead during the Infernus battle. Still, Saps had not hesitated to tell him about his and Flux’s current situation.
‘Micro is pretty harmless, the worst thing he could do to you is try to overprice his drugs. But I fear you don’t want to consume any right now,’ Saps had said one evening while they were curled on the couch, watching the stars, huddled under the heavy blanket.
As Saps served desserts, Flux put his fork down, palms flat against the table. His eyes were pointing downward, the exact opposite of his usual demeanour.
“Flux?” Saps asked.
“We can’t ignore this any longer.”
“Are you talking about—”
“I’m pregnant.”
The word cut like ice between them.
It would be a lie to say Saps was oblivious about it. The sudden change in behaviour, the surprising weight around Flux’s stomach, the protectiveness when they were fighting in Westhelm. Everything pointed to this hypothesis. But thinking and believing were two completely different things.
He had done his best to not force Flux to talk about it openly if he did not feel ready to do so, but ignoring it was hurting both of them. And if Flux admitted it to him in particular then.
“Is it—”
“Yours? Yes. I didn’t… Do you think I had time for that? With other people at that— Sincerely, Saparata, you may be one of the stupidest people I have ever encountered in my whole life,” he sighed, passing a hand over his middle.
“It wouldn’t be surprising for you to be hanging around other people after… After the drip stone incident. I was over on Yggdrasil and you were left with your guys here, it could have been any of them.”
“But you’re the one I’m in love with!”
And, once again, Saps felt absolutely endeared at the greatness of linguistics. The sentence had nothing spectacular, but the tense— Oh the tense! Not some preterit that would indicate a past affliction, not some present perfect that could express his regrets. This simple present represented everything Saps had been fighting for.
A truth, the undeniable reality of them. Flux seemed to catch on. His cheeks grew pink, a dusted colour that traveled downward, kissing his neck a pretty hue. If the moment had been better chosen, Saps would have let his lips cover the expense of that skin in pure adoration, simply to express the love traversing him.
He grabbed Flux’s hand from across the table.
“I love you.”
“I hope so,” Flux said, hiding behind his layers of self-confidence.
“And I want to construct a future with you. I want to be able to say I’m yours, be proud of being your boyfriend, partner, husband, no matter the label we use, I want to be someone to you.”
“You’re not the one who needs to be hidden.” Flux’s eyes dropped down. Saps knew he regretted some of his actions. The betrayal, the framing, the bounty… Nothing should have been this complicated.
“Not anymore at least,” he said as he held Flux’s fingers tighter. Saps knew he hated being treated like a fragile little thing, but he could never understand how Saps saw him. He was the prettiest porcelain doll that had ever existed in this whole world. If anything were to happen to him, Saps did not know what he would allow himself to do. Too much to be reasonable.
“I’m sick of all of this.”
“I’m sure they would understand to some extent. We should start small, step by step, and then maybe… Maybe we’ll find a way,” Saps said.
“See, this is the issue. We can never be sure it will work. So now we have two options. Option one, I try to socialise and it goes however as terrible as it can, with no certainty it works. Option two, I remain stuck here for the rest of my days. I really wish it could be possible. I do. But Saps, I’ve done too much already, the world hates me, the cycle will not die down in one day. If I show in public, they will want to kill me instantly, and I can’t— I can’t let them take that away from me.”
“Don’t you think they would be able to forgive?”
Flux snorted. A loud sound almost like mockery.
“You cannot be this naive. I slaughtered so many, it’s only fair they wish for retaliation. I have no right to be upset at them.”
“…I want to be yours, publicly, shamelessly… Is this too much to ask for?” Saps whispered, his voice lost in the void of Pandora.
“Perhaps you should have thought twice before falling in love with the number one war criminal… But I guess this is a shared flaw. You were pretty well hunted when I was in the leadership.”
“Whose fault is that uh?”
Easy banter had always been their thing. Since before Luminara. Since before the murders. Since the dawn of time. Saps truly believed they were two halves of the same soul, separated at birth, made to reunite at some point, across the universe.
This time, however, Flux could only sigh in self-disappointment.
“Hey, I didn’t—”
“I know. It’s just… How much could have been different if I hadn’t been so paranoid and stuck in my own ideas?” Flux asked, eyes glassy with emotions.
“Your actions have shaped you into who you are today, you would not be the same person if you had made other decisions. We still found our ways and made up, didn’t we?”
“How do you not hate me?”
How? Saps truly did not know. If anyone asked, he would say that the hatred had narrowed down, transformed into a numbness lodged deep inside his heart. The truth, however, was far more difficult to explain.
Hatred and love had never existed separately for Fluixon and Saparata. Those were twin feelings, always made to cohabit and orbit around each other, never to come too close, but still hovering from a distance. They represented the exact scheme of who they were as people. A complicated mixture of negativity, love, obsession, revenge and possessivity.
And lately… Perhaps hope as well.
“It’s impossible for me to, because in a way, that would mean hating my twin flame, and I cannot be this depreciating of myself.”
“Of course,” Flux snickered. “Of course you would make it an ego trip… Poor child is going to have the worst father of all times.”
Right. Saps had almost forgotten about it. The child.
“About that actually… What’s the plan?”
“I have done enough wrong I fear, and I would like to give someone a chance to live in a world that will never know chaos anymore… I’m just— would I be able to handle this? What tells me I will not spiral again and ruin everything?”
“You won’t,” Saps said, too sure of himself. “And you know why? Because you’re not alone, and this time, I won’t let you torture yourself into paranoia.”
And for the first time in months, Saps saw the smile that had made him a gone man. Flux allowed himself a minute of happiness, of pure content and love bathed in the lights of Pandora.
Perhaps he would be hunted down again. Perhaps this could turn back against Saps for protecting him. Nobody could predict the future. But they were suffering from their imagination.
“If that’s a promise, maybe I will believe you,” Flux said.
“It is.”
Saps grabbed Flux’s hand, brought it to his lips and sealed their pact with a kiss. It was not sensual like those they used to share before the great Conspiracy, but somehow, it appeared the most intimate they had ever experienced together.
Flux let himself dream that night.
Dream of a future together, one free of traps, death and plotting. Just them.
“WHAT.”
Schpood had always been loud. Saps often wondered how Owo and Spyder had survived their days as consuls, and sent regular prayers to Schpood’s bodyguards who suffered the long complaints of their emperor after every meeting and official decisions regarding their nation.
This, however, was the loudest he had even heard Schpood be.
“Saparata, what is this about?” Cass asked, unsure of whether she was allowed to be curious or not. The urge to step forward was too strong to ignore.
“Well, meet your niece!”
The child was not older than two or three months, and by the look on its face, it was already a little mischievous agent. The toddler smiled at the two faces leaning towards her, examining every aspect of her face. When she opened her eyes, however, their mouths dropped, confusion so well mixed with utter surprise.
Cass was the first to regain her mind.
“Is this what I’m thinking about…”
“Do you perhaps have any comment to make about my daughter?”
Back against the wall, arms crossed, Flux stared at both nation leaders, pleased to be the reason for their shock. He walked up to Saps, gathered the child in his own arms and stuck her head against his chest.
Her mauve eyes kept searching for his own, babbling excitedly and throwing her arms around, gripping his hair and clothes.
“So, let me gather my thoughts,” Schpood muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re telling me that not only did you two manage to become parents, but the child is basically a perfect balance of you? How much have you paid the witch to achieve such a miracle.”
Right on cue, as Saps was about to answer, someone ran the long way up the stairs and tumbled on the ground. When the man looked up, he only found Westhelm’s feared emperor staring down, clearly distraught, and the Coalition’s leader, equally amused. His face turned crimson as he gathered himself and stood on his feet.
A clear smile appeared on his traits when he spotted Saps.
“Micro, nice to see you being late as always.”
“Thanks, I was paying a visit to Banana’s parrots, and it took a bit longer than I had expected, but here I am and— Oh my God.” He stopped, flabbergasted. “Is this why you asked me to come here?”
“Like I already said, meet your niece!”
“You’re a dad?!” Micro exclaimed, half excited, half completely lost in the turn of events. Becoming an uncle had never been on his to-do list. Especially not after the war. Saps jumping off a tower would have been more likely than him turning into a parent. “How did that even happen?”
“Do you need me to explain how babies are made?”
“Ew! You’re weird oh my god. I don’t want to hear about you doing whatever— That’s disgusting to even think about it.”
“Saps,” Cass called, cutting short their banter. “Sorry to interrupt your family reunion, really, but are we going to know her name?”
“Meagon.”
All eyes turned to Flux who instinctively clutched her tighter against his chest, too protective for his own good.
“What? You asked us? That’s my daughter too, I’m allowed to answer.”
“Yes, yes of course,” Cass answered, flustered. “I don’t want to downplay your involvement, I just thought…”
“Listen, I have apologised for my wrongdoings, and although it will not bring back the ones you all lost, my life will not stop now. Especially not since Meagon is part of my family. She’s the only one remaining for me.”
None of them had taken that into account.
Flux’s loneliness. His father had died when he was still young, the Aculon castle destroyed by the Allies. Flux’s older brother was missing, nobody had been able to locate him ever since the attack, and then… Then came Cynikka. They all knew how her life ended.
Flux’s whole world revolved around his partner and his daughter. The new representative of the Aculon branch.
“Sorry,” Cass said. “I’m really happy you invited me to meet her. This is a huge thing, congratulations to you two.”
“Yes, yes, congratulations,” Schpood repeated. “Although I’m unsure I am the right person to be invited. Surely you have other friends who are more well versed in family speeches.”
“Sorry to disappoint, but you are kind of part of the family now,” Saps smiled.
“Jophiel would be so proud of you. She had always wanted children of her own, but I think you being the one to create your own little family would please her just as well,” Micro whispered. “I’m sure she will watch over you and your little one.”
“Maybe in another life, she will be able to do everything she yearned for. For now, I can only wish for her soul to rest in peace.”
Their lunch took most of the afternoon. By the time they were done with the main course, Flux was already exhausted and heading to a nap with Meagon, who clung to him like a second skin. A little after four in the afternoon, as everyone bid their goodbye and wished them happiness in this new life, Saps escorted them to the stairway, watching their backs disappear into the endless ocean surrounding his island. He headed back, navigating the second floor until he reached the bedroom.
With a quiet knock, he turned the handle and penetrated inside.
Flux was sitting by the window, Meagon in her crib right next to him, sleeping soundly, unperturbed by the outside world. He barely stirred when Saps entered the room, took three long strides and kissed the junction of his neck and shoulders.
“I’m sorry, it took a bit longer than expected,” Saps muttered against his skin, sending shivers down Flux’s spine.
“It’s fine, they’re your friends.”
“I don’t want to leave you alone while I’m eating and drinking. How was it with Meagon, did she cry?”
“No, she just laughed and then fell asleep. She’s not a difficult child to take care of, although she is my first one.”
“And how do you feel?” Saps asked again, letting his hands roam the expense of Flux’s arms, detailing every flaw of his skin, every mole that had seen the entirety of Flux’s life, and the scars dating back to the Colosseum fight.
“I missed you.”
“I’m here. I’m not leaving.”
This evening, Flux slept peacefully. His face was relaxed, his thoughts free to explore the vast world of endless possibilities. Saps watched him after he was done feeding Meagon.
To the rest of the world, this was the man who had so profoundly altered their geopolitics his name would be etched into the fabric of time itself. To Saps, Flux was his lifelong soulmate, now parent to their lavender-eyed daughter.
He pressed a kiss to Flux’s forehead and tucked himself under the cover.
“See you tomorrow, Fluixon.”