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God, you were my fucking dream for so fucking long, but these people are my reality and it is by your actions that one of them has died and you tried to kill more of them. And I will miss you so much, but I cannot support this. Mr. Henry, kill her.

- Eldermourne, Ep. 41 "Cerenysus"

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Her Love (Fia & Irina)

At the end of my incessant night she was the dawn, suffusing a sufferer in her lustrous golden mercy; her face aglow in the aureole of my devotion, her eyes illumined mirrors reflected my affection. In the stark interposed lonesome dark, memory of her flickered, a refuge candle burning, and I endured by the warmth of yesteryears’ embers in exile from her ever-light and the glory of her love.

I grew from barren soil in the Reaper’s graceless kingdom, a hopeless waifish wight in his army of the Not-Yet-Dead, a living death, unloving and cruel, for a soul of earnest yearning; I found hopeful sanctuary in her with childish optimism, though misery’s emissary wrenched her from my grasp and condemned my flesh for the virtue of my soul divine. (A soul forever locked to hers like binary stars.) I endured three thousand nights sans the aurora of her love.

At the conclusion of my untamed juvenescence I strode into the unfurled dark well-equipped with the breadth of my tutelage, a blade and a bared heart, searching for starlight in the overcast climate of our age. My companions in stride, I raced into the unknown, delved into the mysteries of god-abandoned Eldermourne, through undead peril persevered and the ethereal veil slipped, to a desolate realm where once more I dreamed of her love.

In the garden of our ecstatic reunion slithered a serpent bearing a crown of untempered knowledge, its divinity a powerful narcotic adulterating her mind, giving impulse and fury dominion over her better nature. Forced to dim the long-sought light of my Dream, as the fires of coronal Cerenysus possessed sweet Irina her supernova snuffed another treasured flame, and in its extinguishment, I wept, despairing her love.

Miracles glorious and divine: resurrection and forgiveness, second chances and fulfilling the promises of our past, we sailed a current of triumphant daybreak towards the undiscovered horizon of buoyant possibility. We learned of each other anew with intimate fervour, supplanting my ache for her with a quenchable thirst; we found home in one another, built it in the peaceful valley and grew a Grove for two, nourished by our love.

—heytherecentaurs