01-24-2020, 01:54 PM
i will be brutal
Death had been comfortable and painless, easy to exist in. But it had lacked the warmth and the tangled emotions of being alive that always seemed to keep him coming back to this place. Touching her skin feels like the first time all over again and yet it is entirely familiar to him. It feels a lot like coming home, he thinks but does not say. He laughs gently when she finally speaks his name and voices her fears of never finding him in the strange new world.
“We’ll always find each other, even in the blackest night,” he reassures her as she leans into him. And he believes that to be true, that their fate is forever intertwined with one another even as the world bends and reshapes itself. Some things are permanent even if they are not tangible. After all, they had gravitated toward one another as naturally as anything in the afterlife. If their love could withstand even death and time, then it could hold up against anything.
She echoes their youngest child’s name and he gently shakes his head.
“Vulgaris has shed his scales and fangs,” he explains, watching the jungle hum with life around them. “But that’s a story for him to tell you. Or his children maybe. He and Leliana have given us beautiful grandchildren.”
He smiles, and he would like to line them up to present to Dillan. She would be so thrilled at how wonderful and different they all are but his Tephran descendants scatter and skitter in gleeful chaos. There are still several he has not even met yet. Larva’s skin shivers briefly when she kisses him and he brings his green eyes to watch her when she asks if they’re going to live here from now on. Of course, he had intended for them to, but he realizes they do have options.
“I want to be close to our family. This place is warm and reminds me most of the world we knew. But I will follow you anywhere.”
And then he laughs quietly when she asks what this kingdom is even called. Of course he’d gotten ahead of himself and hadn’t even told her.
“This is Tephra. The only kingdom I’ve memorized the name of, so far,” he laughs, trying to recall the others.
“We’ll always find each other, even in the blackest night,” he reassures her as she leans into him. And he believes that to be true, that their fate is forever intertwined with one another even as the world bends and reshapes itself. Some things are permanent even if they are not tangible. After all, they had gravitated toward one another as naturally as anything in the afterlife. If their love could withstand even death and time, then it could hold up against anything.
She echoes their youngest child’s name and he gently shakes his head.
“Vulgaris has shed his scales and fangs,” he explains, watching the jungle hum with life around them. “But that’s a story for him to tell you. Or his children maybe. He and Leliana have given us beautiful grandchildren.”
He smiles, and he would like to line them up to present to Dillan. She would be so thrilled at how wonderful and different they all are but his Tephran descendants scatter and skitter in gleeful chaos. There are still several he has not even met yet. Larva’s skin shivers briefly when she kisses him and he brings his green eyes to watch her when she asks if they’re going to live here from now on. Of course, he had intended for them to, but he realizes they do have options.
“I want to be close to our family. This place is warm and reminds me most of the world we knew. But I will follow you anywhere.”
And then he laughs quietly when she asks what this kingdom is even called. Of course he’d gotten ahead of himself and hadn’t even told her.
“This is Tephra. The only kingdom I’ve memorized the name of, so far,” he laughs, trying to recall the others.