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Begged her to take my hand forever, despite my weaknesses. My shortcomings.
When she shines that light my way, nothing can hurt me. Nothing.
They look at her like the enigma she is—more untouchable than Clode—while
There’s nothing but a pair of big azure eyes, our tangling exhales, and the welcome weight of her in my arms. A fucking moon could fall and I wouldn’t notice.
I don’t want the perfect goodbye. I want to say hello to Raeve—whoever that is.
What I wouldn’t do to help her feel whole again. To piece her back together, much the same as I did her dragon. Weathering the cuts to my flesh. The frostbite. The endless fucking regressions when the entire thing would crumble and I’d have to start all over again. And again. And again.
“Your hands know me,” she whispers. “Yes,” I murmur against her hair. “Know you, crave you, worship you.”
I was living an eternal solitude, more than prepared to spend forever feasting on her memory, yet here she is, fully intent on erasing me like a stain. Despite knowing—at least in part—what we had.
“I’ve hunted your spirit for one hundred and twenty-three phases, Raeve. Forgive me if I’m a bit jaded.” “What do you mean by that?” “Exactly what I said,”
I’d spend eternity looking up at her if she’d only fucking let me.
“You’re here,”
She used to kiss them when she thought I was asleep. Of all the things I’ve missed during the many phases I’ve lived, I’ve missed that the most.
There she is
Glimpsing movement to my right, I frown as she rolls atop me. With her back to my chest, she reaches down, grabs my arms, and weaves them around her body—now bound in a hug she built for herself.
She senses the weight of her past, or she wouldn’t be resorting to such extreme measures. She’s poisoning her curiosity, refusing to let it sprout.
For a hundred phases, I looked upon Slátra’s moon and wished for her to bring Elluin back to me. Begged the Creators, too. Just another dimpled smile. Another touch. Another kiss upon my lids. Anything.
I’ve finally learned what it means to live, and I’ll never forget that, Kaan.”
A pained groan grates up my throat, and I take her mouth in a crushing kiss, tasting tears on her lips as I finally jump off the cliff she sang me to the edge of.
Imagining myself pressing my forehead to his, telling him the three words I know Elluin felt in every fiber of her being, planting a final kiss upon his cheek—
“I’m a horrible male that loves you, Raeve.
“You’re biased, Sire. And perhaps forgetting the fact that I almost hacked you open more than once.” “No. I’m fucking obsessed
“I’ll cut you a deal,” he spurs with a flash of his canines. “Fuck your deals.” “No, Raeve. Fuck yours,” he growls, pushing another finger in.
“I’m not your secret. I’m your truth
“What’s the deal, asshole?” “Yield and I’ll fuck you.”
“No, you don’t, Moonbeam. You love me. You’re just too busy feasting on my heart to notice.”
“You found us, Moonbeam.”
“Do you want to fight or fuck about it?”
“Haven’t decided yet.”
“Any lost opportunity to worship you is a tragedy.”
“You broke my wall.” “Our wall,”
A shape that reminds me too much of Slátra—solidified in the same position deep beneath my sleepsuite.
I consider the implications of popping a single eyeball. I could probably get around it politically, but Raeve’s another story
“I think you and I were supposed to find one another,”
“No one will ever hurt you again.”
A sharp smile stretches across The Other’s face.
“Oh, Elluin,”
