@thegodhorus location: um, the fairy forest ofc, just after the wedding. notes: it's like if the meadow from twilight was enchanted and for elves
Soranus had loved a great deal, he loved the elves for everything that they were, everything they had become, and everything he hoped they might be. In the past he had loved humanity and its many faults and failings; Soranus saw them as the children of the earth, the children of the garden, and in his adoration he'd allowed it to fan out and to spread. He'd love another's son like he was his own, and romantically, Soranus had loved that child's father. Unique in the romanticism of it all, the dawn elf had fallen short in truly protecting either. Ihy had died in the fires of the seraphim's rebellion and from that moment on things had forever changed between himself and Soranus. For the elf, this marked the beginning of the end.
Meryasek deserved happiness, that was the very least that Soranus could hope for him; that the daemonfey had found it at long last. The ceremony had been beautiful, one that scribes would be echoing for thousands of years to come. Here in the forest though, as Soranus often did, he found himself alone. Nearly alone, anyways, because thanks to Justice he never truly was.
His love for the elves remained, but as Horus' name was appropriated and put at the forefront of a league of hunters, Soranus saw his own people driven back. Eventually driven from this realm entirely; Horus was of the Seldarine, elven though he might have begun the breadth between himself and the God was as far as the land and the stars. That was what it meant to love a God though, to know that at any moment you stood in the presence of something greater, and at any moment they might deem you unworthy.
The elven realm was beautiful, but somehow it felt cruel. He was happy for the future of the elves, it looked bright, but Soranus could not help but live in the past. The world that he remembered as a child, torn apart by war as it was, the world that had been promised to them, the world they'd rebuilt, and then the world that Titania had built for them in the Otherworld. How long would this last? Forever? Unlikely. Cynical as Justice was, Soranus was often inclined to believe him.
"You're awake." Soranus muttered, "I'd heard you-" so much had happened, so much loss, pain and grief. This love that Soranus had once held for mortals had festered into something ugly, something that had polluted Justice's purpose. Corrupted it the moment that Soranus had brought the spirit within - but he didn't want to be alone, he couldn't stomach anymore losses. He couldn't stand to lose anyone else. Soranus cleared his throat. "I heard you placed yourself into Uthenera." It was true that Soranus didn't know what to say to the God, or how to say it for that matter. Where one had left, the other had remained, and now here they both were; many years between them.