“I don’t know what that means,” Selati murmured. He searched Aleledai’s eyes for any hint of context. There was a shine to the amber, adoration plain, though nothing else.
“A simple idea, in our complicated world.” Aleledai reached for his other hand and pressed kisses into the tips. He seemed to search for words while Selati’s skin buzzed against Aleledai’s mouth. “An All is one who we feel completes us, the other half of what we are. Some even believe their All is made from the same material as him and separated at the beginning of growth.”
Selati grinned and rubbed his tangled fingers against the backs of Aleledai’s hands. “A simple idea?”
A beat passed, Aleledai’s mouth gaped in confusion, before he chuckled. “For some it is a simple idea.”
“I like it, though. Someone made just for
