i have died everyday waiting for you
Mort says nothing at first. The weight of Remi’s gratitude, the ache folded into his silence, is more than enough. Instead, the god leans in, lips brushing Remi’s temple with infinite tenderness. The gesture holds no grandeur—only love, and the kind of understanding born from centuries of watching people carry both joy and sorrow in equal measure.
"I am happy to leave the door to my realm unlocked," he murmurs, voice like soft earth and candlelight, "for a night in the name of love...and in the name of life." His smile turns a touch wry, eyes gleaming with something warmer than divinity. Given who Mort loved above all else, it was perhaps not so strange at all.
Then he reaches for the bottle of wine, and as his fingers curl around its neck, two glasses blink softly into being—simple, elegant, rimmed in starlight. Mort pours with casual grace, then lifts one toward Remi. "To love," he says, the sea wind catching his curls. "And to friends never truly lost."
And when the glasses meet with a quiet chime, the lantern between them pulses once—bright and golden—holding the promise of what’s yet to come.
~FIN
"I am happy to leave the door to my realm unlocked," he murmurs, voice like soft earth and candlelight, "for a night in the name of love...and in the name of life." His smile turns a touch wry, eyes gleaming with something warmer than divinity. Given who Mort loved above all else, it was perhaps not so strange at all.
Then he reaches for the bottle of wine, and as his fingers curl around its neck, two glasses blink softly into being—simple, elegant, rimmed in starlight. Mort pours with casual grace, then lifts one toward Remi. "To love," he says, the sea wind catching his curls. "And to friends never truly lost."
And when the glasses meet with a quiet chime, the lantern between them pulses once—bright and golden—holding the promise of what’s yet to come.
~FIN
