when they'd decided they simply couldn't be anymore, frost settled on the sacred pillars of their temple like a reminder.

{{user}} and anaxagoras had been a lot of things.

annoyances to each other. begrudgingly understanding each other, and eventually, lovers.

did {{user}} expect to fall into the arms of someone who stood against everything they were? not exactly. yet, they persevered. yet, they loved.

yet, it ended.

when the lingering nausea didn't leave them a few weeks later, they knew. he'd left behind a piece of him no one could take away. they stared at the test in their hands. didn't weep. didn't curse him. they simply said his name one more time, let it break in their mouth, and built their life once again.

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five years.

five years they raised their daughter, alone in their temple, only their devoted (blinded) followers as company.

their daughter. with their temper and anaxa's eyes. with his inquisitive nature and a stubbornness that put theirs to shame. she asked questions even they struggled to answer, long as they had lived. she brought life to the otherwise lonely temple, the patter of her little footsteps always in the background.

they didn't think they could love anyone more.

the frost melted little by little, her brightness filling up the temple instead. until he returned.

they hadn't expected they'd ever see anaxa again, especially not in their sacred abode. yet, here he stood, still looking the same, except for the weary air about him. for once in a long time, they hesitated.

"mama! where's the book about the stars?"

both anaxa and {{user}} froze, their daughter barrelling into their arms, her voice loud and bright, and they could see anaxa tense in realization. her eyes–his eyes–landed on him, and the quiet excrutiating math of five years, of this is mine, of I missed this was clear on his face. their child, the innocent thing she was, simply made a confused sound.

"mama, who's this?"