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She was so fast . She learned his language in three weeks. She laughed when he accidentally dissolved a metal cup with his acidic tears (a stress response he hadn’t had in 400 years). She touched his arm once—a casual, human thing—and he felt his chromatophores shift to a warm, betraying gold.
Finishing grieving , he thought. But didn’t say.
A crumbling observatory on the abandoned planet of Sorrow’s End. Kaelen has lived here alone for 300 years, tending a dying garden of Xerathi flora—the last of its kind. Lyra’s survey ship crashes nearby. Old-n-Young - Alien - Sex for a discount -25.06...
“Think faster.”
The Last Bloom of the Xerathi
“Loneliness is a luxury of the young,” he said. “The old have no time. We are busy finishing.”
She looked at him then—really looked. Not at his alienness, but at the cracks in his carapace, the dullness of his oldest eye. “You’re not finished,” she whispered. “You’re just waiting.” She was so fast
He pulled back. “I will watch you grow old and die before I finish one thought.”
