Tinúviel shifted from foot to foot, antsy to be heading out. Today he was going with his boyfriend to imbue stones. He could feel his boyfriend pulling away from him emotionally. He could feel the space growing between them, inch by helplessly slow inch. He’d thought Noire would realize and fill that emptiness. But it wasn’t to be.All he wanted was love, from a partner, from children and from life. He’d first though that imbuing party would ease the ache of loneliness inside him, but it just made things worse. A set of complete strangers imbuing with him and then parting ways right after, like two blooming flowers bending towards each other only to have one clipped and removed from sight, scent and touch. It just made the ache stronger, though his child from that brief encounter was beautiful.
Then he met Noire, and the roses on the bush out front started small blooms. But they quickly withered and died away as fast as his relationship crumbled. He knew this was a last ditch effort on his boyfriend’s part to keep things going. Or perhaps it wasn’t. Perhaps this was the only way Noire knew how to say goodbye. Either way, Tinú would at least fill one hole in his heart. All the children he could possibly hold onto. Tinúviel wiped a tear from his cheek and headed out the front door of his house to meet his first love, and his first heartbreak, for the last time.
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