Stand face to face with your god
There is no need for his thank you and she feels no impulse to respond to it.
Instead, she ponders his question.
And she wonders what she has to lose by telling the truth.
She is young, but she has so rarely been honest in her short life.
She has so rarely trusted anyone with her truth.
But if there is anyone she trusts, she thinks, it is Obelisk.
It is he who she trusts to watch over her mortal body when she leaves it behind.
This is perhaps the deepest trust of all. And she turns her head then, turns her head to touch her mouth to his forehead where the galaxy splashed across his skin begins.
She exhales a breath, hot and licked with stardust, and drags her mouth down from his forehead and across his throat. Down the length of his neck and stops at his chest. Where the galaxy ends (or perhaps this is where it starts, this place where his heart beats).
“Here,” she says and lifts her head. Steadily meets his eye then, perhaps to gauge his reaction. Or perhaps to determine if he understands what she’s said.
When she leaves, she finds this galaxy specifically. And in this way, she curls herself into his skin.
But if he does not understand, she does not offer any explanation.
@[obelisk]