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her tears, like her prayers, went unanswered.
she would weep until rivers flowed beneath her feet if it meant the world would share in her sorrow.
Valroy’s voice was quiet and strained, but still maintained a level of arrogant certainty that was quite remarkable for a creature who had been nailed to a tree.
“I am the best spy who’s ever lived, thank-you-very-fuckin’-much. I know plenty. And because my head is here, and there, and then, and when, and will be, I can see plenty more. Kind of. In bits.
He was both glad for Puck’s departure and a little sad for it. Happy, because the unpredictable walking embodiment of chaos was no longer poking at his belongings or making vague, terrifying, and mostly unintelligible comments. Sad, because now he was alone.
“Was I?” Puck cackled. “That’s fun! Doesn’t matter. Time to go.”
He was a primordial evil. And she was his bride.
“I shall leave this world how I lived it. Drunk and angry.”
“It does not sound like fun. I do not delight in death and mayhem.” “I know. It’s a shame.
Something about the urge to smack him senseless was endearing, though she knew that was madness.
she had cried enough for herself for several centuries, as far as she could figure.
Be you worms, or flies, or trees, my heart is yours.”
He would never betray Valroy, but simply speak his displeasure to his face. Even if it meant violence. Especially when it meant violence.
“Very well, Valroy. If this is the path you have chosen, this is the path we shall walk together.”
He had adored her fear, but he had fallen in love with her defiance. And now, it stood before him in all its glory.
He sat back, lifted the dagger over his head, and prepared to lose his heart in the same moment he destroyed hers.
He readied himself for the blow. And she readied herself to die. “Do it, my love,” she whispered. “Bring yourself the peace that I cannot give you.”
Do not tell them I…I could not kill you. That I would rather surrender all that I am than to watch you die a second time.”
Like life and death. For that was what they were. And one could not exist without the other. If he died, she would follow him.
“You are my friend, and you are my enemy. You are my hunter, and you are my lover. And I—” Her voice cracked, and she forced herself through it. “And if I were to watch you die, I would join you in the grave but a moment later.”
“My little witch…my Seelie Queen. No matter what we shall endure. No matter what becomes of us. My sunlight. My glowing blossoms. My living heart. I will not stop until I defeat you. And I will relish every moment I fail. I love you.”
