08-31-2016, 10:44 AM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
She heard him beg. Her body was pleading with her as well, to release them from this madness, to stop shuddering, to break apart, to let two beings who were once individuals break apart and continue on in their separate minds—But Reagan has always had a hard time listening.
She craved more.
The light bowed around them both, bringing their souls closer together until they were melded into one—he in her and she in him. Through this Ruan was able to see into her own past as well. The love lost when Plug died, her sons Ashley and Ewan on the throne, the Great War, the Alliance. Charlemagne and her campaign for power… All this and more. There was so much more that as Reagan looked up to the heavens, the light in her eyes splicing the clouds around them, willing the wind to release the snow to pelt down around them, she opened her mouth to say something—
And screamed.
Wrapped around Ruan, the images flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope of color, pushing the very remnants of her past and her love and her heart into places that she had never placed inside someone else for the entire age of her existence. She knew that she was doing this, regretted it, and yet found that she could not stop herself. She did not have the heart.
The sky around them was grey, and it continued to come down in sheets of snow that were almost indistinguishable from one to the other. The flowers that she had encouraged to grow withered and faded away once more, covered by the gails of flakes that once again covered the world in white. Reagan continued to pray in her head among the screams she was emitting, praying for release from this moment—but it was only when she was ultimately spent of her energy—and her magic shorted out—that she was able to disengage from him.
The grey mare leaned against him and groaned as they came back down to the ground, groaning aloud as her black mane came across her face, layered with sheets of sweat. Her eyes were black, the traces of green gone for the time being, her eyesight failing her, wrapping her in a world of blindness and dark. Without her magic to protect her, she was helpless. Vulnerable.
Panting, she looked up unable to see the body she was counting on, hoping that she had answered his questions in full—receiving far more than she bargained for in return. She felt his heart beating inside her chest, and she blinked, unsure if he was aware of the sort of exchange that had taken place. She was forever changed, but she would say nothing for the moment. Instead, in her current state, barely able to make a sound, she had but one word to give.
“Ruan…”
She craved more.
The light bowed around them both, bringing their souls closer together until they were melded into one—he in her and she in him. Through this Ruan was able to see into her own past as well. The love lost when Plug died, her sons Ashley and Ewan on the throne, the Great War, the Alliance. Charlemagne and her campaign for power… All this and more. There was so much more that as Reagan looked up to the heavens, the light in her eyes splicing the clouds around them, willing the wind to release the snow to pelt down around them, she opened her mouth to say something—
And screamed.
Wrapped around Ruan, the images flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope of color, pushing the very remnants of her past and her love and her heart into places that she had never placed inside someone else for the entire age of her existence. She knew that she was doing this, regretted it, and yet found that she could not stop herself. She did not have the heart.
The sky around them was grey, and it continued to come down in sheets of snow that were almost indistinguishable from one to the other. The flowers that she had encouraged to grow withered and faded away once more, covered by the gails of flakes that once again covered the world in white. Reagan continued to pray in her head among the screams she was emitting, praying for release from this moment—but it was only when she was ultimately spent of her energy—and her magic shorted out—that she was able to disengage from him.
The grey mare leaned against him and groaned as they came back down to the ground, groaning aloud as her black mane came across her face, layered with sheets of sweat. Her eyes were black, the traces of green gone for the time being, her eyesight failing her, wrapping her in a world of blindness and dark. Without her magic to protect her, she was helpless. Vulnerable.
Panting, she looked up unable to see the body she was counting on, hoping that she had answered his questions in full—receiving far more than she bargained for in return. She felt his heart beating inside her chest, and she blinked, unsure if he was aware of the sort of exchange that had taken place. She was forever changed, but she would say nothing for the moment. Instead, in her current state, barely able to make a sound, she had but one word to give.
“Ruan…”