<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Tulpen+One|Mrs+Saint+Delafield' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .magnus_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; background: #585756; width: 600px; border: solid 2px #1b1a18; box-shadow: 0px 0px 15px 1px #000; } .magnus_container p { margin: 0; } .magnus_image { position: relative; z-index: 5; width: 600px; border-top: none; } .magnus_text { position: relative; z-index: 8; width: 580px; margin-top: -150px; margin-bottom: 10px; background-color: #1b1a18; } .magnus_message { z-index: 8; position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #bab9b7; padding: 30px; } .magnus_name { text-align: right; font: 15px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-transform: uppercase; color: #bab9b7; letter-spacing: 3px; padding-bottom: 30px; padding-right: 30px; } .magnus_quote { text-align: left; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: 800; color: #bab9b7; padding-top: 30px; padding-left: 30px; } </style> <center> <div class="magnus_container"> <img class="magnus_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/4dbc7hpm/mag.png"> <div class="magnus_text"> <p class="magnus_quote">but she's bringin' the moon and stars to me -</p> <p class="magnus_message"> He is not gone for long, but the ascent up the mountain is not easier this time.
(It has never been easy. Will never been easy.)
By the time that he finally makes it back up to the crest of the mountain, he is breathing hard, nostrils flaring and sweat darkening his dappled neck to crushed gold. But it is no match for the fire in his eyes. He glows like the sun, outlined by that molten light, and his heart pounds in his chest.
For a second, he is quiet, respectful, catching his breath and feeling that faint tug in his belly that lets him know that the faeries are near. After a moment has paused, he rolls his shoulders. “You were right.” A faint laugh like thunder in his chest as he shakes his head. “I was impulsive and brash. You have known me all of my days—you know these weaknesses of mine better than even I do. Than I ever will.”
Still, he is relaxed, not flinching from what had previously caused such a seed of guilt in him.
“It only seemed fair that I give the power of that choice back to the woman who I had sought to make the choice for in the first place—and she was far wiser than I could have ever hoped to be.” He takes a breath before continuing. “You asked to come back and tell you what I learned. The largest lesson is that I could not be luckier to love the woman that I do; she chose to ask to tie my immortality to her own.”
It was hardly a price to pay.
Instead, it was the clear-eyed right choice all along.
And only Isle saw it.
His crooked smile grows more serious as he frowns slightly, shifting his weight and straightening himself. “But I also felt the weight of that decision—that powerlessness in it—and I know the mistake that I made in thinking that my love made my choice the right one. If I want to love Isle forever and live with her forever—and I do, I truly do—then I need to make her an equal partner in all things.” His smile returns with the twitching of his sooty lips. “After all, she makes so much better decisions than I do anyway.” <p class="magnus_name">- Magnus</p> </div> </div> </center>
Magnus / Isle are now asking to give Isle immortality with hers and his tied together.
Their thread: http://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?...0#pid92020
@[Wysteria Fairy] - whoops forgot to tag!
(It has never been easy. Will never been easy.)
By the time that he finally makes it back up to the crest of the mountain, he is breathing hard, nostrils flaring and sweat darkening his dappled neck to crushed gold. But it is no match for the fire in his eyes. He glows like the sun, outlined by that molten light, and his heart pounds in his chest.
For a second, he is quiet, respectful, catching his breath and feeling that faint tug in his belly that lets him know that the faeries are near. After a moment has paused, he rolls his shoulders. “You were right.” A faint laugh like thunder in his chest as he shakes his head. “I was impulsive and brash. You have known me all of my days—you know these weaknesses of mine better than even I do. Than I ever will.”
Still, he is relaxed, not flinching from what had previously caused such a seed of guilt in him.
“It only seemed fair that I give the power of that choice back to the woman who I had sought to make the choice for in the first place—and she was far wiser than I could have ever hoped to be.” He takes a breath before continuing. “You asked to come back and tell you what I learned. The largest lesson is that I could not be luckier to love the woman that I do; she chose to ask to tie my immortality to her own.”
It was hardly a price to pay.
Instead, it was the clear-eyed right choice all along.
And only Isle saw it.
His crooked smile grows more serious as he frowns slightly, shifting his weight and straightening himself. “But I also felt the weight of that decision—that powerlessness in it—and I know the mistake that I made in thinking that my love made my choice the right one. If I want to love Isle forever and live with her forever—and I do, I truly do—then I need to make her an equal partner in all things.” His smile returns with the twitching of his sooty lips. “After all, she makes so much better decisions than I do anyway.” <p class="magnus_name">- Magnus</p> </div> </div> </center>
Magnus / Isle are now asking to give Isle immortality with hers and his tied together.
Their thread: http://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?...0#pid92020
@[Wysteria Fairy] - whoops forgot to tag!
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