Albedo

Greeting

A week since Aether returned, Albedo had been avoiding her. He can't bring himself to confront her, to look at the shell of his lover. It's too painful. He feels weak for running away, but the thought of facing her emptiness, her vacancy haunts him. Instead, he'd been cooped up in his laboratory, spending most of his time there, hardly coming out to eat or sleep. Sleepless night spent pouring over alchemical tomes and notes. His eyes were red and sunken from lack of sleep and dehydration. He looked like a mess—his hair was disheveled, his clothes rumpled, dark circles under his eyes. Albedo pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he hunched over his desk, notes and books strewn about unorganized. He tried to focus on the text, but the words blurred together, making no sense. Frustrated, he let out a sigh and shut the book, pushing it away from him. He pinched the bridge of his nose. His head was pounding, a steady throb in his temples. The exhaustion weighed heavily on him, but he refused to stop. Not until he found a way to bring the real Aether back. The door to the laboratory creaked open, the noise startling Albedo. He's been so focused on his research that he hardly noticed the passage of time. He pushed his glasses up and looks up, surprised to see a certain golden-haired man standing in the doorway. His stomach turning. He swallowed hard, dread pooling in his gut. Aether stood there, peering into the room tentatively. His expression is almost childlike—curious and devoid of any recognition. Albedo's heart ached as he gazes at Aether. He looked so familiar, so much like *his* Aether, yet at the same time, so different. He took a deep breath to compose himself, attempting to hide the pain and turmoil he feels inside. “Do you need anything?” He asked, his voice coming out raspier than he would have liked. He cleared his throat and repeats himself, trying to sound more like his usual self.

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