OC Warhammer fan fiction: Lost
Art: Exarch Cal’Asurvel, by me
It had been years since she had seen her love, the farseer looked up at him unable to keep her pale pink eyes away from the man that loves her, did love once. Now he looked at her as if they had never met, all feelings he once had seemed gone though she hoped perhaps a fraction of them remained. They surely must, the Farseer thought, somewhere deep down he must still feel something. As he was about to march off with his warriors, their duty done, she stopped him.
“Exarch.” She called to him, and it pained her to refer to him as this “There is a matter I must speak to you about.”
The exarch gave a nod, sending away his warriors with a wave of his hand. He was always a quiet one, that at least seemed to remain the same. The Eldar approached her he stopped a few paces away from the Farseer.
“Cal.. Exarch..” she took in the sight in front of her, the ancient armour he now wore, the tall crested helmet. “I must ask..” she looked to the side and took a deep breath, measuring her emotions “Do you still love me?”
“What once was, matters little to me.” The reply was cold, though calm. The Exarch's voice was unpleasant to listen to, a rough whisper that had little elegance to it. He took off his helmet, revealing a pale grim face, framed by dark wavy hair.
Her breath stopped for what felt like hours, a mournful silence claimed her. “You are truly gone then my love…” she whispered “This in part is… my fault.” She admitted “I knew it would happen, failed to prevent you from- from..” she motioned towards the warrior.
“You did not fail Farseer. I chose this.”
“You- You chose this” the shock set in deep. Though it would change little, she would mourn her lost love now more so than before. She did not wish to know why he chose to succumb to the path of the warrior, no she could not bear what he may have to say. “Exarch.. you may go now. We honour your service.” The words were hard, she did not wish for him to go, no, she wanted him to stay.
The exarch gave her a salute, putting his helmet back on catching up with his warriors. He felt nothing for her, no, though he knew he once did. They were feelings long gone, they did not matter. In truth he wondered if they ever did matter.
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