Anthony's head shifted slightly to the side, his gaze piercing through the sky, his sight stretching across millions of kilometers as though the very fabric of space bent to his will. In that moment, he felt it, distant beaconing, faint but distinct, calling him.
Not one, but many, echoing in subtle resonance, as though calling him to a gathering he would rather ignore. Anthony exhaled a heavy sigh, the weight of his reluctance pressing against his chest.
Personally, he had no desire to meet a group of old men and women. If given the choice, he would rather remain where he was, here, with Vega, her head resting sweetly upon his chest, her warmth grounding him more than anything else in existence.
"I have to go, Vee," Anthony murmured with a soft smile. His eyes, overflowing with unspoken love, never strayed from hers. His hand, almost on instinct, continued to caress her silken hair, each strand a tether to the peace he found in her.
