Soul Thief

Irene was breathtaking as she danced through time and space, created stars with a touch of her hand.

Oberon felt old in her nimble presence. He almost lost her in the vast cosmos until she slowed to meet him.

She floated before him, leaned in close to kiss him.

When they kissed, another galaxy exploded with stars.

Oberon felt as he was an exploded galaxy.

And Irene was his universe.

"Create a blackhole for me," she insisted. "I want to see it. It's incredible, watching you."

It is incredible watching you, my love, Oberon said.

Irene blushed, held Oberon's arm as he sliced through the core of a dead star with his other.

The star exploded and expanded. The light lit Irene's face before the entire mass collapsed in on itself.

"Creating stars is beautiful," mused Irene, "but as is this. An endless void of time and space, powerful enough to capture anything."

Irene, said Oberon.

She turned away from that void. Her eyes twinkled even if it was now dark.

I fear you must be nothing more than a blackhole yourself, for you have captured me completely.

"Oberon," sighed Irene.

She kissed him for that.