I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Flames of eternal lifelines, meshed and pressed and uplifting, were a different haze from years and eons before. Ordinarily they’d be an essence of destruction, one he often craved; but for her now, after sojourns and mercies, they existed as compasses and necessities. One he’d extend to her each and every moment she required it – for his power was enduring, especially for those he cherished the most.
Which led them to these pinnacles – though he studied the sway and arch of each lilted flame, an idea sparking well beyond incendiary efforts. Perhaps all in due course; listening as she described necessities for this portion of her quest. The Sword glanced towards said tree, with its silvern complexities and strange nuances, a minor, friendlier aspect to things found in the Greatwood. “Fine by me,” he hastened, watching as Belial purposefully flew into a segment of the same timber’s branches, calling out as though he’d been the one to see it first.
He could feel Zuriel’s eye roll without glancing her way, shaking his head instead as they marched towards the sanction. Eager to tease, irk, and irritate simply because it was better than any of the apprehension clinging to his ribcage, a remark lingered through inquiries. “Have you done any wedding planning?”
Which led them to these pinnacles – though he studied the sway and arch of each lilted flame, an idea sparking well beyond incendiary efforts. Perhaps all in due course; listening as she described necessities for this portion of her quest. The Sword glanced towards said tree, with its silvern complexities and strange nuances, a minor, friendlier aspect to things found in the Greatwood. “Fine by me,” he hastened, watching as Belial purposefully flew into a segment of the same timber’s branches, calling out as though he’d been the one to see it first.
He could feel Zuriel’s eye roll without glancing her way, shaking his head instead as they marched towards the sanction. Eager to tease, irk, and irritate simply because it was better than any of the apprehension clinging to his ribcage, a remark lingered through inquiries. “Have you done any wedding planning?”
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