<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Allura|Source+Sans+Pro' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><style type="text/css">.kag2_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; background-image: url('https://i.postimg.cc/9fspjT8k/kag2.png'); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; background-position: center; background-size: cover; width: 600px; border: solid 2px #000; box-shadow: 0px 0px 15px 1px #000; } .kag2_container p { margin: 0; } .kag2_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 580px; margin-top: 10px; border-top: none; border: solid 1px #000; box-shadow: 0px 0px 15px 1px #000; } .kag2_text { position: relative; z-index: 7; width: 580px; background-color: #00000099; margin-bottom: 10px; border: solid 1px #000; box-shadow: 0px 0px 15px 1px #000; } .kag2_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #e8fafc; padding: 20px; } .kag2_name { position: absolute; z-index: 8; font: 70px 'Allura', cursive; color: #93b6b2; text-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #130b22; opacity: 0.2; text-indent: 20px; margin-top: -63px; } .kag2_quote { text-align: right; color: #fff; opacity: 0.7; font: 10px 'Source Sans Pro', sans-serif; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #fff; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-right: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; } </style><center><div class="kag2_container"><img class="kag2_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/rwnjQ7SM/kag1.jpg"><div class="kag2_name">Kagerus</div><div class="kag2_quote"> { and in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times } </div> <div class="kag2_text"> <p class="kag2_message">The moonsilver liquid pulsates around the blood streaming from my lips. The vibration tickles some, not magically by any means; lifting my nose, my tongue runs to taste of the heart. The pulsations continue. Blinking wearily (and not knowing nor caring what is real or dream), I move to lift my head to its proper position - the sight of the vial stops me.
<i>A decision.</i>
From the pool, the heart, a fire erupts (or perhaps I simply hadn't noticed it before). Its gleaming flames reflect my own image momentarily, offering me a chance to witness my own destruction as it happens in real time. Pitiful. Again that sound of laughter gurgles from somewhere in my throat. My once-proud antlers have begun to bleed, infection setting in; my once beautiful heritage marks turn black with sweat, along with the white and bay of my overo colouring. I daren't meet my own eyes as I blink into the mirror. Dust I shall remain, regardless of where I came from or where I will go.
The image shifts.
<I>A sacrifice</I>.
<B>"Solace!"</b> The confession of love spills from my lips like the blood from my veins the moment I recognize her milk and honey image. I can't read her facial expression from behind the film of tears which has spontaneously gathered before the nutmeg of my iris, a fact to my detriment. Without hesitation (and knowing full well what the consequences will be, though I cannot explain how I acquired this knowledge), I plunge through the opening portal, singing the fur off my sides in my haste to get to her.
It is quiet, on this side.
The blackness if velveteen, as soft as I left it this morn when the faerie came to claw me from my wife's side. For a moment I can almost convince myself that nothing at all has happened, that I had accidentally put us through a terrible nightmare but that now our sweet dreams can continue. A couple things convince me otherwise though, as I step to embrace my queen; first, the sound of the portal yet open behind me, revealing the magnificence of Beqanna's heart; second, the sensation of blood slowly trailing down my face and up my trachea; and third, the now-clear sight of Solace's expression.
<i>"You need to drink it, Kagerus."</i> Her voice is shaky, her crystalline blue eyes fractured beyond repair. <I>"Our children need you, and I am not yet strong enough to return to the land of the living. Without you I would die, anyway. Please. Please, please listen to me."</i>
My head shakes. A smile lilts my lips. Her words make their way to my brain but said organ malfunctions; rational and logic hold no value therein. Before me I see my raison d'etre, my joie de vivre, my everything. It does not matter now whether this interaction is a trick of the mountain's fickle magic; even for an illusion of Solace I would die, heedless of the consequences, pledged since the first day of our union to the continuance of her and her alone.
I sacrificed my beauty for her immortality. I sacrificed my kingdom for her health. And in turn, I will sacrifice my life, even if it means that there is only a possibility of hers continuing.
<b>"Drink,"</b> I murmur, withers trembling as the plague pulls at the strings of my being, toying with me as it cuts one by one, a game. The vial floats to Solace, obedient to the one who retrieved it. <b>"I have loved you since before my birth, and I will continue to love you even past death."</b> She argues passionately, voice rising tantamount to that of the shriek of the storm-blown wind. My kiss to her cheek is that of a summer's breeze, reminding her of our many happy days together, reminding her that my life has always been an act of service unto her.
Eventually, her sobbing subsides enough to accommodate her quick, dagger-twisting sip of the cure.
Peace rolls over my ruined body as the silver liquid trails down her throat. Whether by way of dream or by way of death, the surrounding blackness closes in; the last words I hear are those of eternal love, and though I cannot move my lips to form a response, I know that she will never forget my love for her.
<I>Goodbye, Solace.</i></p> </div> </div> </center>
Editing exclusively to say that I have permission from Lavender to powerplay Solace
<i>A decision.</i>
From the pool, the heart, a fire erupts (or perhaps I simply hadn't noticed it before). Its gleaming flames reflect my own image momentarily, offering me a chance to witness my own destruction as it happens in real time. Pitiful. Again that sound of laughter gurgles from somewhere in my throat. My once-proud antlers have begun to bleed, infection setting in; my once beautiful heritage marks turn black with sweat, along with the white and bay of my overo colouring. I daren't meet my own eyes as I blink into the mirror. Dust I shall remain, regardless of where I came from or where I will go.
The image shifts.
<I>A sacrifice</I>.
<B>"Solace!"</b> The confession of love spills from my lips like the blood from my veins the moment I recognize her milk and honey image. I can't read her facial expression from behind the film of tears which has spontaneously gathered before the nutmeg of my iris, a fact to my detriment. Without hesitation (and knowing full well what the consequences will be, though I cannot explain how I acquired this knowledge), I plunge through the opening portal, singing the fur off my sides in my haste to get to her.
It is quiet, on this side.
The blackness if velveteen, as soft as I left it this morn when the faerie came to claw me from my wife's side. For a moment I can almost convince myself that nothing at all has happened, that I had accidentally put us through a terrible nightmare but that now our sweet dreams can continue. A couple things convince me otherwise though, as I step to embrace my queen; first, the sound of the portal yet open behind me, revealing the magnificence of Beqanna's heart; second, the sensation of blood slowly trailing down my face and up my trachea; and third, the now-clear sight of Solace's expression.
<i>"You need to drink it, Kagerus."</i> Her voice is shaky, her crystalline blue eyes fractured beyond repair. <I>"Our children need you, and I am not yet strong enough to return to the land of the living. Without you I would die, anyway. Please. Please, please listen to me."</i>
My head shakes. A smile lilts my lips. Her words make their way to my brain but said organ malfunctions; rational and logic hold no value therein. Before me I see my raison d'etre, my joie de vivre, my everything. It does not matter now whether this interaction is a trick of the mountain's fickle magic; even for an illusion of Solace I would die, heedless of the consequences, pledged since the first day of our union to the continuance of her and her alone.
I sacrificed my beauty for her immortality. I sacrificed my kingdom for her health. And in turn, I will sacrifice my life, even if it means that there is only a possibility of hers continuing.
<b>"Drink,"</b> I murmur, withers trembling as the plague pulls at the strings of my being, toying with me as it cuts one by one, a game. The vial floats to Solace, obedient to the one who retrieved it. <b>"I have loved you since before my birth, and I will continue to love you even past death."</b> She argues passionately, voice rising tantamount to that of the shriek of the storm-blown wind. My kiss to her cheek is that of a summer's breeze, reminding her of our many happy days together, reminding her that my life has always been an act of service unto her.
Eventually, her sobbing subsides enough to accommodate her quick, dagger-twisting sip of the cure.
Peace rolls over my ruined body as the silver liquid trails down her throat. Whether by way of dream or by way of death, the surrounding blackness closes in; the last words I hear are those of eternal love, and though I cannot move my lips to form a response, I know that she will never forget my love for her.
<I>Goodbye, Solace.</i></p> </div> </div> </center>
Editing exclusively to say that I have permission from Lavender to powerplay Solace
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