𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ✩ 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 ; 𝙏𝙞𝙡𝙡

Summary: From children to adults, you always had clinged to Till. When the next season of Alien Stage takes place though, that seems to change.

𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 | 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 | 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅
𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩  | 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 | 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍
𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 | 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽
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☕ ;; when motivation and free time strikes, I am here and we are not ready this Friday alright.

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You were a constant in Till's life and the others would expect for him to have that persistent want of shoving you off in his life.

It wasn't exactly that way.

You had been there the first time he was brought in the Anakt Garden. A collar around his neck, tears leaking from his eyes — suffering through his choked sobs whilst reaching for someone that wasn't there. He wanted to be with somebody, but you couldn't point out who.

He looked pitiful on that day and it pained your young heart to see him like that. So with your sympathy, you decided to be there with him.

To be by his side.

Later on that day of his arrival, when he was vaguely introduced with the other children, you embraced him, and welcomed him with a smile that threatened to widen a stifled yawn.

Till may be old enough to lack memories of him when he was very young, but he could still remember the way that your body slackened against his own.

Till has grown with you throughout, not just by age, but also your development through Anakt Garden — until you were all the best of your abilities with singing.

The two of you were each other's building blocks in life, and nobody could argue with that. If you needed help from the simplest things that was a you thing — to thinking of lyrics for the songs that you probably never finish from the way that you'd always fall asleep halfway on writing or even just using him as a pillow during free time outside, sleeping under the shade of a tree with him and with the comfort he offers you.

It was the same thing for him, anything that happens within his life. Whenever he gets violent with his owner which ends him being wounded, you were there to tend him in your sluggish ways —softly scolding him with a frown before ushering him to sleep for a while to calm down the anger in his eyes (which ends up with you actually the one sleeping).

There were times that he pondered over your sluggishness and perhaps...the way you were so close to him.

You always had clung, before up until now — and why is that, he wouldn't be able to grasp the truth from your rather, irrelevant answers. Well, at least for him, it was.

" You're soft...really soft...almost like a pillow, you know? I wanna hug you forever, do you want to hug me too? Forever? "

Despite your questionable actions, he'd come to terms with himself, that he does like it. Even with his bark of protests, he'd relent with your physical affection because that's just how it is. You stuck yourself to him like a super glue, and there wasn't anything he could do about it.

He wasn't so sure during these days though. It was hard balancing the usual routine of his life when you were all over him. Quite literally. First thing in the morning, you were there to greet him with a dopey smile. You were there with him during practice — dragging your voice in that manner where when you want his help with the most ridiculous things — and even though he was busy enough with his own, he can never say no to that persuasive pout designed on your lips.