A subtle cry.
He was lying under the canopy of her hair.
With his head on her lap, he tried to stay awake.
Glorious black strands.
He was lightheaded.
Colors vivid and dancing.
Everything felt right.
Everything and nothing.
He was flying across plains of regret, slowly fleeting, cruising down the valleys of nothingness.
She was cuddling him.
Fingers tracing the scar across his lips.
Her sob breaking the stillness of the moment.
They echo across plains of misery and hate, slowly beating the core and melting the ice that covered the Seer.
“i will be lost without you”
“no, love. You will never be without me”
She was holding the broken blade that was half-buried into his chest.
“It hurts no more”
With their lips locked, and a steady stream of tears, she tightens her grip as she twists the marred handle of her cursed sword.