Death and the Maiden | @elriel-month
🗡️🌸Azriel and Elain, darkness and light, blade and bloom. Bound by fate, and by steel.
He is night, blade drawn, wielding Gwydion, the sword of childhood dreams.
She is dawn, stepping from shadow, wielding Truth-Teller, the blade of prophecy.
“Gwydion, the last of the magic swords, had been dark as night and as beautiful. How many games had Cassian played as a child with Rhys and Azriel, where a long stick had been a stand-in for Gwydion? How many adventures had they imagined, sharing that mythical sword between them as they slew wyrms and rescued damsels?”
“But as a black blade broke through the king’s throat, spraying blood, I realized someone else had. Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, ‘Don’t you touch my sister.’”
Gwydion and Truth-Teller, Made and Unmade. Wielded by light and dark. Fated to balance one another.
“I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife.”
Thank you to the brilliant @siyana95 for capturing the soul of this connection in such stunning detail. Your work is breathtaking. 💜
⤞ Art by @siyana95 (@siyana__art)
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