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I knew the truth—that I’d give anything, any limb, any life, any realm, to bring Arwen back. That I would shear the skin from my own bones, tear the world to pulp to hold her in my arms even just one more time—
“Shh.” His words muffled against me. Those lips. That dark, bearded chin. “My love,” he murmured. “I’m here.”
“If I go to you…If I hold you…” His voice broke on the word and I began to cry in earnest. “Arwen…” His next words were said so low, his tormented expression was the only proof I’d not imagined them. “It will break me.”
“Come here,” I whispered, scooting to the side carefully. “And I will put you back together.”
maybe…if everything we face, we face together, the pieces will grow back even stronger.”
“I’m here. You’re here, and we’re together,” he mumbled, rocking his hips a little as if he weren’t fully in control. “Arwen, I love you. I’m here.”
If I’d learned anything from all the stupid mistakes I’d made—telling Halden things I shouldn’t have, not listening to Mari about the amulet before it almost killed her, and about a hundred other awful errors in judgment—it was that life was far too short to be the last one to forgive yourself.
Had I bypassed Acorn’s squawking and hurtled into the hallway with nothing but a decorative pillow to cover myself, dark-winged lighte surging from my bare shoulders and arms, and roared at the guard on duty to tell me that instant where the fuck my wife was—even though Arwen was not my wife and I’d never seen the shaking kid before? Yes, yes, and…yes.
poor guy....what terror he feels, he really does love her beyond words...
We couldn’t live like this—both of us, in constant fear that at any moment something horrific could befall the other. Or someone else we loved. We had to chase the joy when it presented itself to us.
chasing joy when you find it is great advice
“It kills me, bird, that I cannot promise you any of it. All I can promise you is myself—my love, my respect, my devotion—every day that we have together, and every day that exists beyond then.” Kane’s eyes gleamed. “In life, in death, my soul is yours. Arwen, will you be my wife?”
sigh.....finally
“I’m only afraid of being without you. In death. In life. It’s all the same to me if we aren’t together.”
The thought at one time might’ve terrified me. The powerlessness of loving someone with all that I had and then some. I loved Arwen with all of myself, and then all the things I hoped to be, too. But tonight, that love only made me feel rooted. Tethered to someone. Bound to them, and bound to this life because of it.
when I couldn’t walk to Kane, I’d climbed, fallen, crawled…I’d found my way back to him time and time again.
“Marriage is a partnership, a lifelong pact of trust, and an agreement to depend on each other while you navigate the often stormy seas of life. You have probably heard the word ‘marriage’ tethered to others like ‘work,’ ‘commitment,’ and ‘sacrifice’—unfortunately, nobody knows that truth as well as these two.”
“I had it made for you.” “When?” We’d been a little busy. “After I had more fun trapped inside a wine cellar than I’d had in two hundred years of living.”
took him long enough to ask then!!! lol
“Please,” she begged, and my heart ripped from itself. “Forgive me,” I murmured, pulling her close, feeling consciousness slip from her. Smelling honeysuckle and orange blossom for the last time. “I love you. I’ll love you wherever I am, whatever I am. Always.”
So this is the only advice I will share with you ahead of your wedding. Cherish one another. Appreciate the moments you are given, ephemeral as they may be. Do not dwell in the past or scurry toward the looming future. And be grateful, each day, for the love that you share. I am grateful to have witnessed it.
