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Gyrus set down the heavy cardboard box, wiping his sweaty brow with the back of his hand as he straightened up. As he did so, his phone buzzed in his back pocket and he pulled it out, smiling as he read the message that had popped up:
Nephthys: Hey! Just thought I’d check in! How’s the move going? Do you guys need a hand?
He swiped open his phone and quickly typed out a reply.
Gyrus: No, we’re okay! Thank you though! We’ve got most of the stuff out of the moving truck already.
He hit send and a few moments later the three dots appeared that indicated Nephthys was writing a response.
Nephthys: Glad to hear it’s going so smoothly! Although, I suppose at this point you two have had a lot of practice.
At that, Gyrus had to chuckle. It was true, after all. This was not the first time he and Kodya had helped the elderly reincarnations of Amelia and Tori move into a new home, nor would it be the last.
His phone buzzed again and he glanced down, seeing another message from Nephthys.
Nephthys: Anyway, I gotta run—just got a message from the studio saying there’s been a problem with one of our projects. But let me know if you want me to swing by with some food later!
He quickly typed out a thank-you, then pocketed his phone, heading out of the master bedroom just in time to see Kodya walking in with the last of the boxes from the moving truck.
“You two really didn’t have to help us with all this,” Amelia said, shooting the two of them a wrinkly smile. “We could have hired movers.”
“Nonsense,” Kodya replied, setting the box down on the coffee table. “And waste an opportunity to get some exercise?”
Gyrus snickered and Tori snorted, coming to wrap an arm around Amelia’s waist.
“He just likes showing off,” she grumbled, motioning at Kodya’s sweaty muscle shirt. “Young people today.”
“Right,” Kodya said with an affectionate roll of his eyes. “Well, since I’m in the mood to ‘show off’, why don’t you come show me where you want that antique desk placed in the side room?”
“Gladly,” Tori replied, shuffling after him as he headed towards the aforementioned side room. Kodya paused as he passed Gyrus, ducking to steal a brief kiss before he disappeared into the room with a wink.
“You two are so sweet,” Amelia murmured, smiling at him. “Reminds me of me and Tori when we were younger.”
Gyrus chuckled. “And I hope our marriage continues to be as happy as yours is.”
“I’m sure it will be,” Amelia said, patting his hand. “Now, if you’d be willing, I’d love a hand unpacking the kitchenware.”
“Of course!” Gyrus replied, following her towards the stack of boxes marked ‘fragile’ that sat on the kitchen counters.
He was so glad that he still got to have this time with her and Tori after all these millennia. It had taken some doing to arrange everything, but with help from Nephthys and permission from both his mothers, Gyrus had been able to set up a recurring reincarnation for them, tying their souls together so that no matter where life took them, they would always meet again.
It had saddened him that they weren’t able to retain the memories of their previous lives, but there were limits to what a mortal soul could handle, and this was one of them. Each new life was a clean slate, but that hadn’t stopped him and Kodya from finding Tori and Amelia in each life and doing their best to look after them. Sometimes they watched from afar, doing simple things like anonymously covering medical bills or helping them land jobs that suited them, and other times, like this one, they had befriended the couple in their elder years, visiting them and helping look after them, just like their children or grandchildren would have.
Regardless of the era or the circumstances into which they were born, Gyrus and Kodya always did their best to ensure that Tori and Amelia lived good, happy lives. After all, Gyrus figured it was the least he could do for the women who had loved him and raised him and taught him so many things about the world that he continued to use every day as he strove to make that world a better place.
It was their legacy, and he doubted anyone could ask for more.
A legacy of love and belonging.