Mobius found herself in a boundless place with no limits of its remarkable pristine flowers stretching distantly across the land, the soft colors that reminded her of the locks of strands she once held.
The wind sweetly and lovingly whispered against the doctor, locks of her own hair had begun to flow from the dance of the wind, petals found themselves swaying along, even few of them had stuck onto Mobius’ hair.
Mobius’ attention was immediately drawn in by a familiar figure, who belonged to someone who she denies as her precious ones, silently approaching the Herrscher.
Mobius lifted her hand, yet she hesitated, was she always like this?
Her heart pounded deeply within her chest, her vision felt vivid, her mind wandered, she felt herself softened, the upset words she wanted to cry against the Herrscher was silence as another train of thoughts passed by.
And so, her finger twitched, finally bringing the courage to rest her hand right on the woman’s delicate shoulders.
“Mobius?” Elysia’s tender gaze near made the doctor weak on her own knees, Mobius wondered if Elysia’s disasterful and troublesome demeanor had done something to her for such sudden feelings.
“Elysia.” Mobius silently whispered, lifting her rough palms away from the Herrschers soft skin.
The Herrscher smiled alluringly, her blue eyes had shifted to a soft pink, with such captivating lavender irises, Mobius couldn’t help but feel consumed by her gaze.
The Herrscher… Elysia. Elysia looked at her with the exact adoring look yet delightful expression as always, even when the Doctor states she was despicable, her love was timeless.
Mobius felt her knees reach its limit, faintly dropping herself against Elysia’s welcoming embrace; the doctor couldn’t utter anything else other than— “Elysia.”
Elysia’s warm hands cupped the cold cheek of the doctor, like a candle being lit within the coldest of the nights.
A disgustingly sweet smile had been drawn onto Elysia’s face. Always,, as always she always had her sweet smile, prepared to compliment everyone, it was so often that Mobius’ envious feeling had to be buried, it was unfair how Elysia could just love everyone so genuinely, yet ‘betray’ them and leave.
“Mobius.” Her voice was harmonious and soft, the voice that Mobius could never forget, it belonged to the person whom’s death had brought clarity, yet despicable grief that she, supposedly ‘lacks humanity’, couldn’t shake off, the feeling of Elysia being gone, without even being able to say anything to her even at her last moments had given her a devastated heart, she had loved Elysia to the point she blindly thought it was just that she simply loathed her.
How ironic, Mobius never knew she’d believe in love out of everything.
If it weren’t her pursuit for ‘Infinity’, she would’ve died with Elysia as her regret, she cursed herself, humans are truly complicated, even herself.
“Mobius, won’t you sit down with me?” Her melodious voice spoke softly, her eyes seemed to plead for her agreement.
Of course the scientist sat, out of all things, she just had to fall head first for Elysia, all because she wasn’t disgusted and always returned.
Mobius could feel tiredness seeping through her body again, groggily leaning her head atop Elysia’s.
The shorter woman silently giggled, “Did you miss me that much, my dear?” Elysia spoke as if Mobius would respond.
“How rude of you not to answer. Though, I suppose I should be used to this, no?” Elysia seemed to volunteer to rid of the engulfing silence.
Her dainty and smooth hand soothingly held Mobius’ hand, gripping it lightly, “Do you want to spend Christmas with me?” She whispered, her thumb comfortingly rubbing and caressing
atop Mobius’ hand.
Mobius felt pathetic for shyly nodding defeatingly, her throat felt like it was in shambles. If she were to utter a word, she thought she’d end up sobbing and crying, while trying to continuously laugh like a maniac to cover it.
Mobius looked down shamefully, or not. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Elysia, even with her kind eyes that the doctor sometimes(always) wished it was only for her to see.
Elysia then lifted the hand that caressed hers, holding Mobius’ cheek as if she were to fall apart if Elysia hadn’t done so. “I want to do so too.” Elysia seemed to pause briefly, “You just never seemed to approve of my requests, I’m grateful for this moment.” Elysia leaned in, gently pressing her forehead against the doctor's own.
Surprisingly, Mobius didn’t resist, her arms were limp, unable to move, whilst Elysia was wrapping her hand around Mobius. The warmth of Elysia against Mobius’ cold skin felt intoxicating, the doctor couldn’t help but feel drawn even closer, eventually moving her numb limbs to lightly embrace Elysia.
What was also surprising, was that Mobius didn’t seem to push Elysia this time, nor did Elysia seem to mess around.
It was genuine.
Elysia slowly stood, holding Mobius’ hand, leading Mobius somewhere across the field.
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Small ‘Christmas-like’ decorations were scattered and organized everywhere inside the cottage; surprisingly, none of them were so colorful that it made the doctor’s eyes bleed.
Elysia’s figure returned, placing a small tray that consisted of two mugs that had hot steam emerging from it, before she sat with Mobius.
“Do you like it? Is it up to your standards?” Elysia suddenly spoke, Mobius nearly thought that it wasn’t even her, Elysia never seemed to care about Mobius’ standards and just gave Mobius whatever she liked as a present.
Mobius still couldn’t speak, only nodding as a response.
Mobius could sense that Elysia smiled again, holding the mug and blowing it before sipping.
Elysia was.. unusual this time.
She seemed to carefully pick out everything that Mobius preferred over her usual cutesy stuff, strangely caring about what Mobius wanted rather than doing her usual style.
Mobius still didn’t speak her mind, remaining silent as she directly drank the coffee Elysia had prepared.
Elysia nearly jumped out of the couch’s cushion, Mobius had flinched at the quick movement.
Elysia’s usual bright and playful smile returned, “Mobi, let’s have a chat outside shall we? Please?” Elysia seems to politely request, with insisting eyes, Mobius seemed to find herself amused with what they may speak of, perhaps it would be their usual stimulating— controversial conversations from before.
With Mobius' small nod, Elysia scavenged through a moderately small box, pulling out a small lamp with a handle, before holding the doctor’s hand again, leading both of them outside.
Strange enough, it was night with a remarkable aurora instead of the sky pink and orange watercolor blur to a sunset from moments before, the interminable field of flowers seemed to shift into snow as well, perhaps they were just hidden by the large pile of snow, even flakes seemed to slowly pour.
And every small drop of a snowflake electrified Mobius to a feeling that sweetly spoke ‘I love you’.
Mobius wondered if Elysia could feel it too, every drop of it.
It was a vulnerable feeling, a feeling that the Scientist always considered irrelevant to her work, especially amidst the situation of humanity presently, yet despite that, Mobius thought that sense was just something infatuated, not purely passion, just her disliking of Eysia.
How wrong she was, and she knew that very well, she has been blossoming alone over Elysia.
She was right behind Elysia, she could try to kill her right now.
Yet, she couldn’t.
Elysia must’ve done something to Mobius.
Letting Mobius stay behind her and stare her back, her blind spot, letting herself remain vulnerable and wide open to Mobius.
If Mobius could, she’d kill Elysia right now.
…Right?
The idea of that, had made the doctor hear her own heart break.
Was it another doing of the Herscherr again?
Her trance spiral of endless thoughts had ended the immediate second she felt something cold had harshly slapped her face.
The cursed Herscherr threw a snowball at her.
“Mobi, are you paying attention?” She giggled, leaning down to gather snow to prepare another attack.
Fortunately, Mobius ducked, annoyance seemed to flare up her core.
A counter was the first idea that had arrived to her mind, picking up a small pile of snow, shaping it before tossing it towards Elysia.
Sadly, Elysia had evaded the ball and precisely threw another ball at the scientist, the precise aim was from her skills of being a archer, Mobius cursed the pink haired’s skills, barely any of the snowballs Mobius had thrown even managed to hit Elysia.
Mobius could only stay miserably annoyed, whilst Elysia was laughing and giggling all rainbows and sunshine with her loquacious mouth.
Despite her annoyance, the activity was not that bad as she expected.
Since Christmas was the birth of a God she did not believe in, she never bothered to celebrate holidays, at least, before her father lost his sanity. That basically meant she never got into a situation where a certain pink-haired woman specifically named ‘Elysia’ started throwing snowballs at her out of nowhere like what people did in holidays she assumes, new.
Moments pass, wasn’t Elysia dead? Mobius had eventually realized.
Everything passes.
Elysia seemed to sense the mood had dramatically shifted, halting her movement.
Elysia is dead, yet she was right infront of the scientist.
That meant that ‘Elysia’ who Mobius presently faces is just a made up imaginary or possibly some kind of doppelganger.
Mobius sighed, exhilarated from knowing this was likely not real. “Who are you?” Mobius sternly questioned, narrowing her eyes and adjusting her glasses.
Elysia had given her a befuddled expression, before a disgustingly kind smile had been presented in her face. Giggling, “Me? Your beloved!” She laughed, “Isn’t that a little rude? You've been thinking about me alot since my passing, dear.” Her soft features seemed to soften even more, her sweet smile slightly fading.
Mobius’ glare withered, Elysia too, was aware she is supposedly dead.
It was exactly a dream.
Thank the non-existent lords for making this a dream, Mobius wouldn’t be able to live with Elysia rummaging through her office daily again.
Perhaps she should retract that thought.
It hadn’t given her the comfort she had expected, giving her a pang of sorrow rather than relief.
Instead, her expression softened in a way she herself didn’t even know.
Elysia fell intentionally onto the snow flat, her smile returning at full force upon seeing Mobius’ soft expression
Mobius had silently stared till the expectant expression of Elysia left, the woman pouting and impatiently patted the thick snow beside her.
Mobius heeds her request, obediently lying right beside her.
The moment the doctor motioned to lay beside her, she excitedly yet gently snatched Mobius’ rough and calloused hand using both of her remarkable delicate and smooth hands, beaming at Mobius lovingly.
The scientist seemed to realize this was not just some kind of imagination of Elysia she built, it was Elysia herself.
The ‘imagination’ made the exact expressions as Elysia, the face Mobius had slowly forgotten, and longed for.
No matter how much Griseo had seemed to paint Elysia during her short stage of grief, Griseo– No, nearly the entirety of Fire Moth had forgotten the face of Elysia.
Mobius silently swore to keep the face of the shorter woman forever embedded inside her during this shared dream this time.
The doctor knows it’s pointless.
Mobius hates to be stupid, she isn’t emotional, she believes. But it seems that her dream since the party she refused to attend might’ve been Elysia.
Nothing stung her badly before as much as Elysia disappeared.
Nothing annoyed her as much as Elysia had done, without the constant pestering and insisting of Elysia, she was lonelier than before.
As if it were a coping mechanism, she slept so she could see Elysia, even though she never truly saw Elysia’s face in her imagination.
She hates to admit such stupidity, but it seemed that she unknowingly and never realized she latched onto the wrong person.
If not the wrong person, the most worst out of the worst person out of billions of people in this cursed world.
It seems a lost opportunity of a confession of her undying feelings was her regret during her search for infinity.
At this point, to her, Elysia was pure sorrow to her, yet at the same time Elysia’s death brought her to clarity.
Both of them were engulfed in silence, face to face, their own gazes consumed each other to this everlasting moment.
Soon, they’ll both be lost in the passage of time, burying their feelings together helplessly while in a melancholy embrace, until not a single drop of them remains.
The sweet dream was the fondest memory, between the two, yet love had fallen out the window the second their final moment they had together arrived.
The feeling of the bliss as the doctor awakened lingered, enough to mend her grief.