Aysus had no reason to complain as Tahaan raced away from it. They were different enough to know when it was right to give each other space, and they both knew that they would always, ultimately, come back to each other. They were the only things in this void other than themselves. And they belonged together. Such was the nature of their existence.
In many ways, the silence was very similar to the nothingness. It was certainly much closer to the nothingness than the noise. The threads of silence wove together with perfect intricacy into the darkness, and together they grew even closer to the nothingness that had once been their home. And still the unclaimed threads of the universe danced among the woven ones, seeming hardly any different from how they were before when they were all.
Aysus hummed slightly, and this time a faint, sweet noise greeted it as it did so. Moments after it stopped the threads of silence moved back in, knitted almost perfectly into the threads of noise that, just by looking at the threads, it was almost impossible to tell shere one ended and the other began. But there was no doubt that the silence and the noise were two very, very different things.
Their union intrigued Aysus, and for a while it carefully studied it, making faint noises whenever the silence once more began to have complete dominance over the area around it.
That patient contemplation was interrupted suddenly by a noise. By the time it reached Aysus it was not much louder than the noises it had made itself, but it must have been much, much more massive at one point, because it had not happened here.
Aysus almost turned back to the threads, hardly bothered by the noise as it was making noise itself, when it saw something dark hurtling towards itself so fast that it was little more than a blur.
Aysus nearly ducked out of the way, no longer confident in what this universe might hold, when it recognized Tahaan. It didn’t have time for another thought before the cloud wrapped around him, huddling in close and shaking violently.
It was not exactly the most comfortable situation in which Aysus had ever been, but it was not about to push the frightened Tahaan away either.
~What did you do?~ There was a strange mixture of resignation, exasperation, and amusement in Aysus’ tone.
