To know someone truly carrying the burden of the universe. 

@ghostlymuses [cause i had this drafted a while back and was like…hmm let’s post it.]

And Saima thought they had so much responsibility. But this association, this closeness with one forced into such a position inspires a lot of introspection. For as difficult as moments could be, and as many sacrifices Saima had made in trying to look after the traditions, the land, the residents, they still had so much choice.

So many ways for which to carry out their duties. Almost to the point that it rarely felt like much of a burden at all, more of a calling than anything else. They dare not lessen the struggles they faced – but it seemed all the more besides the point.

Out in the nighttime, gazing at the stars, they find themselves gazing at the ones punished with the weight of the universe. To carry, to undergo so much, and to hear the intent, the desire to make up for it all. It moved them in a way that they couldn’t let Atlas do so alone. At least not entirely.

Surely, they were not in any position to directly alleviate that burden. But if being around, of staying close to him was going to be of any comfort, Saima found themselves all too willing to do so. Perhaps there was an admiration aspect to being around, a fondness that drove Saima’s desire to be of service, to be helpful in the face of such overwhelming responsibility. And so they desperately hoped that being compassionate, supportive and expressing legitimate interest in Atlas’ experiences would help any at all. If only they could be someone Atlas could turn to, that would bring Saima some comfort that is rarely found.

A pause in their thinking, who was Saima to kid themselves. Of course, there was an admiration, an underlying fascination that accompanied the need to be of service, to be close, to be of use. While as self-contained as ever, they couldn’t help but relish the idea of letting moments pull them closer to the Titan, in exchanges of stories, sly glances, soft touches, and getting lost in the managing of existence long past their ‘expiration dates’. Oh how they longed to run a hand gently against him, they didn’t even have a good explanation as to why. They just knew that the impulse was there and only a bit of caution would stop it. And even that wasn’t ignored all the time. 

Although Atlas had been prone to some ridiculous moments, the wandering entity found it hard to judge. After all – being in existence for so long, every one of their kind was likely to be involved in some embarrassing incidents from time to time. Even if the Titan found himself a bit more vulnerable so such random ideas.

Still, traits like that always made Saima more endeared to him. To those with so much to handle and a deep consideration, a wisdom about dealing with it all. To those with such strength and yet potential for so much vulnerability. If nothing else, Saima liked to be someone who found a way to improve the lives of those they were close too. And this would be no exception.