"Immortal Love"- skekGra/urGoh
“Do you ever tire of me?”
The question comes after they have drifted back to Thra, murmured into urGoh’s sweaty skin where skekGra’s beak is tucked into the juncture of neck and shoulder. Often, he treasures this time more than what comes before it- all the bickering and manic energy drained away, free to simply let his hands roam and map the shapes of bone and flesh that house the other half of his soul.
UrGoh raises his head as much as he can with most of a Skeksis draped over him. “Why….would...I?” He strokes the side of skekGra’s face, tracing bumps and grooves and the sparse remnants of what were once feathers. His stomach drops with nonsensical worry, and he adds, “Do you…….tire….of me?”
“No!” skekGra shrieks, too loud for the softness of the moment, but so typical that urGoh can’t help but smile. “Of course not. Except when I’m waiting for you to catch up to me.” He’s grinning now, and urGoh elbows him in the ribs in a way that seems to punch the giggling out of him. This is better than melancholy questions- how could he tire of such easy joy and laughter, joy that he had found nowhere else on Thra, and never would again if they were parted. Still, as the room falls quiet again, he finds skekGra’s eyes trained on their hands, thinning skin shriveled over jutting knuckles, and thinks he understands what brought on such a question.
The mortal flesh in which we live will not last forever, had been the implication. Reunification is a dream- one that perhaps we will never see.
Do you still wish to spend the days we have remaining with me?
“I tire…...of this place…..sometimes,” he admits softly, tangling a leg with skekGra’s, letting his aching neck fall back to the pillows. He rarely admits it aloud, but it is no secret, nor his sentiment alone. “There was…...much more….of Thra….to see.” He laces their fingers together. “But never…….of you.” They could have seen it together- he is not the type to assign blame or hold a grudge, but he will never quite forgive the Skeksis for denying them that. But there is no point dwelling on what might have been. “I am….happy…….with what...we have.”
SkekGra nods, his head on urGoh’s chest heavy, mumbling from the beginnings of peaceful sleep. “...Okay.”