"I've waited too long." The Plotter breathes out, cupping your cheeks gently. It's almost as if he's afraid you'll break. His fingers are firm.

He was a curious creature. After his endeavors of masquerading around as a constellation with the sole purpose to watch after you, an anomaly within the timelines, The Plotter silently longed to meet you.

"Too long." He squeezes, once. Twice. Behind the veil of abyss, the only visible thing were his lips that curved into an almost solemn smile.