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[denlandis]

Wehn is Den going to marry adi!

The Captain was making his rounds of the camp, stopping to visit groups of soldiers and knights alike. Banners were cast in varying shades, blues and reds mingled with umbers and browns. Not a single pair of eyes were without the strain of combat, yet spirits were lifted with the recent news that the Tomb had been breached and progress already made. It was in that span of time when he moved from one fire to the next that the voice called out, and a shocked expression passed over rigid features. A hand swept up to push alabaster strands away, and free his vision to eye the figure.“Marry?”While the word didn’t necessarily sit wrong on his tongue, he nevertheless faltered for a moment when pondering that notion. A light furrow drew across his brow, and for one brief moment the stern complexion he was famous for cracked. Lips parted to speak and held, the breath caught while his thoughts began to churn endlessly. “There is a war on...”His breath spilled out in a sigh, but while his expression softened and he cast a look down the row toward one distant fire he didn’t move to leave. Rather, a hand curled easily around the pommel of his blade, plates shifting at his weight adjusted and he settled for a moment.“One day...when this is over..and I have asked for her hand...but it would be foolish to think of such things while battles rage and lives are spent from one minute to the next. My duty, and my mind are set upon victory here first...then I can afford to ponder what comes after. That she is with me now, by my side on and off the field is enough for me...but one day...”

[denlandis]

“Not that I don’t already know… but even one relegated to the front lines likes to hear… poetry.”

“Poetry..?” He asked to no one, as he found himself alone for a moment at the edge of the battlefield. Smoke rose in the distance and he could feel a trickle of blood running from the edge of a cut at his elbow, yet he found himself smiling as he put his thoughts to proper words. There is an ocean in your chest  Churning endlessly and with depth beyond imagining You are the sea wall risen up Holding against the coming storm There are stars in your eyes They shine with the heart of wonder, full of life There is a song in your voice The notes are sweet and their touch gentle You are the blade of grass Caught by the wind, you dance and sway where you must You are the stone pillar Everlasting, you help me to my feet whenever I fall The sun rises in your smile each morning Warming my body and lifting my soul each day You are my Light when the world grows dark The hope that never fades, the strength that never wanes

Later, when the sun rested beneath the horizon and the camp was quieting down for the few hours it ever did he scribbled the words onto parchment. A discarded pile of twenty other pages lay beside the pile of papers on his desk, but when she finally arrived in their tent the note would be resting on the pillow with but two words scrawled on the top of the envelope, “Your Poem”