Adrift in the roiling maelstrom, she has no eyes to find him. Unknown forms collide with her, swoop under and above her. She has no voice to cry out to him.
They roar and shriek, breathe on her.
Who is she? What is she? She has no hands to reach for him. Her heart, not yet emptied, sickens that he is no more, but a stranger of rampant tyranny. His emanations lunge through her, breaking her in pieces.
He comes for her to share his fiery crown. The maelstrom booms about her with worship.
"Anung un Rama!"
She remains a blind, mute wisp, suffocating in terror.
Thrumming power inexplicably withdraws as with a tide, raising thunderous ululating wails of despair she cannot understand.
Her heart is not yet emptied. Rumbling words pierce her prison, to calm her loneliness and sweep her on a helpless journey. A sobbing sigh is dragged from her – then close, closer, a caressing breeze.
"Liz..."
Soft whispers tug at her.
"I was so foolish..."
She is drawn at speed.
"I was someone else..."
Contained and warm, she is filled with a grateful breath. A vessel complete, she flutters open new eyes to the sight of - her Love.
He makes her know he is real by the strength of his hand. He makes her know she is real as he raises her to meet his heart. Fresh from battle, his arms surround her, a mighty being with reach to the Prince of Sheol, smashing his grip to steal back his desire.
She holds tight to love's first press of her pale cheek to his throat as his lips are crushed into her hair. All that is in her flows toward this man, whose relief spends from him, at last.
Secure, safe in his powerful embrace, it now pleasures her to fix her upward gaze upon the countenance of her Love. His horns are jaggedly broken, his features cut and bloodied, but the golden lights of his other-worldly eyes shine tenderly for her.
His words of devotion make him catch his breath - for a moment, too moved to go on.
He swells her heart. He is her invincible man. Hers alone.
His Love raises her softly inviting lips.
Her Love leans down his regal head to take them.
Joy never before known, thrills through him. Bringing him fully to her ignites her depths of passion.
In this universe, or any beyond, this one man stands serenely engulfed in his woman's arms, and together with her in her column of blue flame.
In her nature, her unique power.
In his nature, the power to withstand.
Only the ancient mausoleum stones witness. There is no urgency – nothing left to escape – nothing to break them from the first needful touch of each other's lips.
And they hold, on and on...
