Her Fire.
When he first met her, it’d been the fire and fierceness in her eyes that had caught his attention. As leader of the Wild Hunt, such fire was respected, needed and stroked to keep it alive. One did not survive on gentle words and soft minds.
Ironically, that was what kept him at her side.
Diana was everchanging, much like the goddess whose name she chose, based on what she taught him. She could be ruthless as any Hunter, no hesitation to her actions or doubt to her resolution. Yet, she could be as gentle as a lioness was to her cub, with soothing words and drying tear-stained faces.
It was this ability, this balance between war and love, that sometimes, for the first in all the years he’d hunted, left Gwyn gazing at the horizon and imagine something else than the life he’d known; something other than battlefields, the blood and the dead. He once said told Diana she could had been part of the Wild Hunt, had they allowed women, but deep down he knew that while she would excel among them, she could never be happy.
But he made her happy. How, he didn’t really understand. He was a reaper, passing through bloody hills. He’d kill as many as he found. He was a warrior like her, the kind a person like her would want the opposite of to be intimate, vulnerable, with.
Yet he could see it. In the way her dark eyes sparkled when they met his. The small sigh that never failed to escape her lips when they reach the stars on his stead. When they laid in the sand, watching the sun leave to the other side after leaving his green spark, the way Diana and his body fit perfectly.
He truly made Diana happy. Just as much as she made him happy. His soul would always be content also long as the woman, the mortal who had loved him and shown him so much, stood by his side through all the wars that could ever come. Because that's how they would always be.
Together.
They would both make sure of it.
@purple-haired-faerie yeah so remember that anon all those months ago that said that wanted to write a Gwynburn fic thanks to you and you asked to be tag when it was finished? You guessed it, it was me and my very insecure brain who didn’t want to get off anon. :) I’ve trying to write this for so long and failed so miserably too many times, in more than one occasion I just wanted to deleted and forge about it. But I didn’t, I kept moving forward and voila! A Gwynburn fic for you! I know it’s not exactly what you expected but this the best I could come up with and brain hates me so there’s that; I’m also sorry that it was so short. But I do hope you enjoy it!
Also tagging: @oopstheregoesthatlifeofmine
