11-02-2016, 04:15 PM
Darling, don't be afraid. I have loved you for a thousand years.
He’s still having a little trouble believing that all of this is happening.
One moment, he’d just been reunited with one of his oldest, dearest friends (and the forever light of his life), the next, they’d been embarking on a whole new chapter in their lives. That is, a relationship. And a child.
It’s just so difficult for him to wrap his head around it all. He’d spent years pining after Arrya, years dreaming of a love that could never be his (or so he’d thought). He’d even intentionally kept away from her for decades, with the intention of giving her and her lover space and peace from his own miserable presence.
And now, to have her actually, truly be his?
It’s almost more than he can comprehend.
The past few weeks have flown by in a hazy, pleasant blur, and even now it feels like a dream. Still so hard to believe. And yet it’s real.
And on this particular day, they’re on their way to their new home.
Rhory had spent the morning seeking out any more little scraps about the Change. On previous trips, he’d discovered the reason for the Change, and thank god, found a way for Arrya to possibly regain her abilities. But there’s yet more they don’t know, and he thinks it best for them to be as informed as possible.
He’d made no progress by noon however, and had started to become frustrated by the time Arrya had found him. He’d been so glad then, for her good news.
All the way there she’d described the place to him - with its lush forests and underbrush - but he’d barely registered the information. It matters not to him where they live, in the end. What matters is that Arrya likes it, and is happy.
As they reach the border his blue eyes scan briefly over the thick trunks and luscious shrubbery, before settling back on the bay mare at his side. “It’s beautiful!” But what he really means is, ‘you’re beautiful.’
How on earth did he get so lucky?
I'll love you for a thousand more.