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A/N: This is my first attempt at both fanfiction and drabbles. But certain ladies at a certain J/DB Harem group inspired me so I decided to try my hand at it...be gentle *whimper* This is part of their David Bowie song of the week drabble challenge.

Golden Years

They sat in the warm gold haze, small particles dancing and shining in the air, making her think of his grand entrances, his labyrinth. Her aged hand squeezed his as she turned to him.

"Was it worth it?"

His mismatched eyes caught hers, lines framing his mouth and crinkling at the corners of his eyes (owl's feet, she liked to tease).

"I can't think of anything that would have pleased me more than accompanying you into your golden years, precious thing." She smiled at him, aware of all her own creases, and appreciated yet another of his mornings of gold.