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Astraea • The Chronosian Time & space traveller from Aethel Guardian of history • Captain of the Aethelion Always finding my way back to @CrushingGears 💛

Joined June 2018
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Astraea • The Chronosian ✦ From the lost world of Aethel ✦ Travels time & space aboard the Aethelion ✦ Gift of Renewal - new form, same memories, same soul ✦ Guardian of the timeline • Seeker of stories ✦ Currently residing on Earth.
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This is long overdue. I've missed a bubblebath. Time to just soak! Unless...
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Well, that was a longer disappearance than intended. Life has a rather inconvenient habit of happening when you least expect it. I've missed a few familiar faces around here. I hope you've all been well. It feels a little strange to be back, but a nice kind of strange. 🤍
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Just laying here contemplating life... with the biggest smile on my face as my thoughts are consumed by @CrushingGears.... wishing she were here to snuggle and keep me company.
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Nothing... and I mean nothing compares to her lips on mine!?! Or on my skin. Electric jolts every time, makes me thr luckiest woman in the entire universe.
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My wonderful girlfriend has been writing, and it warms my heart that she talks to her dad about me. Makes it all feel that little bit more real.
"I called Dad last night. For some reason I felt like I needed to hear his voice again. Luckily he wasn't in the middle of something when I called. But he said he always has time for me. As much as I appreciate him saying that, I still don't like to impose on him too much."
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heart seems lighter when I know I am going to see her. It is missing her when I am away. It is wanting to tell her things as they happen. It is remembering something funny she said hours later and smiling to myself. It is wanting to know what she is thinking even when she +
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doesn't feel like a moment I am passing through. She feels like someone I am moving forward with. And after everything I have seen, everything I have lost, everything the River has carried away from me, I think that might be the most precious thing I have ever been given. +
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+ I love her. Completely. Terrifyingly. Wonderfully. And if the River permits me the choice, I know exactly who I want beside me when I reach whatever comes next. Claire. Always Claire. — Astraea
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herself. And then there is the future. That is perhaps the strangest part. I have always been able to see the future differently from other people. I know better than most that it isn't a single road stretching neatly ahead of us. It is a collection of possibilities, +
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AETHELION ARCHIVES PERSONAL VOICE LOG — ASTRAEA SUBJECT: CLAIRE Sometimes I wish I had someone I could actually share this with. Someone who would understand what I mean when I talk about Claire, without needing me to explain why a single person can somehow make an existence +
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sometimes for only a moment. But I don't think I understood it like this. Not until Claire. Because loving her isn't one grand feeling that appeared one day and stayed exactly the same. It is a thousand smaller feelings constantly becoming something more. It is the way my +
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don't mean that lightly. I have used that word before, of course. I know what it means. I have heard it spoken in a thousand languages and witnessed it take a thousand different forms. I have seen people love each other with everything they had, sometimes for a lifetime and +
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feeling of knowing someone is there. The warmth of her presence. The quiet certainty that there is someone in this enormous universe who knows me, not as The Lightfoot, not as some guardian of time, not as a legend or a mystery, but simply as Astraea. And I love her. I +
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that have been buried for thousands of years. I belonged everywhere and nowhere. The River was my home. Now I think of home differently. Now, sometimes, I think of Claire. It isn't the walls of an apartment. It isn't a particular city or a particular year. It is the +
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