Dripping
Dropping
Never stopping
Life's flow stops for none.
You twist and writhe, screaming with the agony of both yourself and your dragon, your life, your heart, your everything. That's what she is, and you can't bear and, you can't, you can't bear that she's dying, oh god, she's dying, she can't die, you can't let her. You scream, shout, wail, calling for her, just get up, dammit, just get up.
Please.
But death stops for none, and you try to remember that, but gods, no no no. Not her. Take me, not her. Please. Please please please {you had always sworn to give your life for her. She had said the same. Neither had ever believed that it would be called upon}.
But the gods don't hear don't care don't listen, you don't know which one it is. Do they even exist? You don't know, and it's hard to care, because what god would allow her to die? Your sweet, loving dragoness, your heart-bond, she can't die, she can't.
It would be wrong {You had been a slave, a poor child. Wrong had been what had hurt you}.
But when had Fate, Wyrda, as the elves said, ever cared about right or wrong? Cold goddess, hard goddess, selfish goddess she was, turn to her and find despair and anguish.
Just a routine expedition, you said, it'll be quick. We can do it, we're strong, powerful, hell, invincible. Camping on the ice, it'll be fun.
Lianí had slipped up to you, darling elf, sweet and lovely and soft, smelling of lavender and moonlight. You could be together here, away from the disapproving glances of the elders {because humans and elves don't mix, don't mate}.
Soft silver hair, braided the way you like it, so it'll be wavy and pretty the next day, blue eyes alight with mischief, gleaming with some smoldering emotion that you've never acted on, but oh god, you are now. Lithe, graceful body, not cool and untouchable anymore, you're all the same up here in the mountains.
Torval and Fyrngarm tease you the next day when you come back ruffled and sore, but you don't care.
You don't care now.
Lianí is screaming now, her {red not like blood, a soft, gentle red. Like twilight, the end of a day} sword being inspected by one of the murderers. Inquiring, rough hands, running up and down smooth body, Lianí is screaming you should care
But you don't.
Green eyes slipping into blank nothingness Torval your blood brother, sworn after the fight you should care
But you don't.
Hands twine through his innards, blood is dripping down your face {or is it tears} oh god, it feels like you might be dying, but you aren't, dammit, you aren't.
Your friends are dying.
You might be dying, you don't know.
But you don't care, because she is dying, your soulmate, your darling.
Eyes are slipping shut, but they waver open, silver eyes wide eyes swiftly glazing eyes locking on you oh god oh god.
She can't die, she can't she can't she can't.
Her heart is still beating pumping blood the life is in the blood while there's life there's hope…
Right?
She's slipping, slipping, fallingfallingfalling, down into the darkness of the void, the extinguisher of laughter and life.
But her heart is still beating.
Her heart is still beating.
She gasps, a thin stream of red escaping her, blood on the ice, crimson on pale blue.
Her heart is still beating.
Wings twitch and flutter, like a butterfly in winter, weak ill dying but she can't die she can't die she can't.
Her heart is still beating.
She won't die you won't let her but the pain oh god the pain. You screamscreamscream because oh god it hurts.
Her heart is still beating.
Jaws part.
Carry on…walk on…remember…remember
And
Then
It
Stops.
Finis.