It wasn't in the dead of night or the heat of battle. Mercy, it was a sunny day that they sat together and simply breathed, breathed until there was breath no more.
It was not quite a lifetime that they and theirs had spent drunk on the pure desperation to live, even the half-lives they had, but it was far too close to such. Even as they two breathed their last and smiled their last, they recalled not the flash of light which all others likely perceived as the start of it all. Rather it was with pure relief that they knew – not realized, but simply knew – that their turn carrying the burden of the balance was well and truly done.
The Earth would mourn them for some time as they were cemented as but another chapter in the history book. The Realms would scream at their loss, as the kingdom was meant to be as eternal as it was Infinite, but would recover in the hands of their children. Had they the energy, the two would have laughed. For though they shared the Crown of Fire and Ring of Rage and stood with them as one, at heart they were human.
They had no obsession but living and living alone. Even bearing the worlds on their shoulders, never had they been truly haunted by the short childhoods they had once been promised. They were not haunted by the past as the ghosts were, as the ghosts were bound to their homes by their own personal poltergeists. Yes, the king and queen may have had the very essence of Death flowing through their veins, but was that not the very way of life when every breath of oxygen tore apart even the truly livings bodies?
Green glowing met green passionate, and as they met in an amethyst ocean, the lovers set out to meet those they'd left behind so long ago.
