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Day 8: Companion

There once was a lonely god- the very last of his kind. They’d all perished, leaving him to wander the stars in search of company. It took him millennia, decade after decade of silent foot steps and a quiet that rang loudly in his ears, but, eventually, he found something. 

They weren’t his kind- they were similar, but smaller, diminutive. For a while, he simply stood in the shadows of the planets and watched. He watched their planet spin on it’s axis, watched all of the people go about their completely pointless and highly important tasks. They were all so naive, like children; to be honest, it was a bit endearing. 

So he decided to borrow one. 

He plucked one of them out of it’s ordinary life, and ran off with them to show them the stars. They ran across planets, breathing in star dust as they gulped for air, pressing foot prints into mysterious and ancient soil. They ran and ran and ran- sometimes they’d stop and look and smile and laugh, but for the most part, they would just run and be clever. He was happy, he wasn’t lonely any more, it was wonderful. 

But then they had to go. He thought, as a God, he might be able to change that but- but he couldn’t. They left, and he could do nothing about it. 

For a long time, he mourned. His tears sparked into comets. 

He wandered aimlessly once more, running by himself. Every now and then he’d turn to tell them something- a joke, a fact, a confession. But then he’d remember they were gone. And his face would fall and he would run once more, the sound of his singular footsteps echoing far too loudly for his liking. 

He was convinced that no one could be like his companion. It was impossible; they’d been one of a kind, clever and funny and wonderful and for a short while, they’d belonged to each other. 

So when he trips across another, he’s surprised. After a while in their prescense, he ends up borrowing them as well. And for another glorious, exhilarating while, they run and they save people and they smile and it’s the type of beautiful sensation people spend decades trying to accurately describe. 

And then they left. 

He tried to wander on his own for a while, but he just couldn’t return to the crushing loneliness- no, now that he’d tasted the thrill of company, the particular type of joy that coats his tongue with a sweet and heady taste- oh, but there was no going back. 

He was addicted, and he didn’t care. 

He “borrows” them all, runs with them all, changes them all. And when they leave, he borrows another, and begins again. He never forgets the old ones, nor does he try to replace them. The god just isn’t strong enough to “preserve” their memories by staying alone- he just can’t, and he hopes and prays and wishes on the stars that he twirls past, that they understand that. The Lonely God and his long line of companions, running across the stars and tasting galaxies on their tongues. 

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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TOLL-TOLL (I am just going to obnoxiously call you that ALL THE TIME now muahahhahah) I AM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE I AM TERRIBLE ORZ

NO IT’S OKAY. YOU ARE FORGIVEN SINCE THIS IS SUCH A COOL PIECE. I MEAN, SERIOUSLY. THE FOOTSTEPS. ARE SO. COOL.
AND ALRIGHTY. BUT I MUST WARN YOU. ONCE YOU START THE NICKNAMES YOU CAN’T GO BACK. Meaning I’m going to call you all kinds of endearments and nicknames, if that’s okay. :3
Also, don’t forget we both have another one to do for today. orz  One more … …