I do not own these characters nor the world in which they live. I only play with them.
A Piece at a Time
This will not be the last time he is summoned. He will respond. He will gather his cloak and mask and take one last longing look around the secluded chambers. His sanctuary. He will allow his gaze to look over lovingly at the brown mop of hair peeking out from under his covers. He will walk over and place a kiss on the pink scar that stands out like a line of violets against the snowy complexion. He will place his hand on the sheet covered shoulder and gently shake him awake.
He will watch the green eyes flutter open and he will witness their warmth snuffed out as they take in his garb. His heart will shrink under the shadows they cast upon him. He will know that the cold shields are not directed at him. He will search the eyes for forgiveness and look for the love they share. Eventually he will find it behind the fear. The eyes will beg him to stay. There will be no words. This is the one thing he will not be able to give him. Going is the only thing he will have to give. This will happen again and again over weeks, months. The pleading eyes will eventually morph. Eventually,each time he leaves they will accuse him.
He will wither each time this happens.
When it is over, he will have given everything to the fight. He will have given his heart to that gaze a piece at a time. When it is over, there will be nothing left.
Thank you for reading. This was a little experiment in writing in future tense. I hope it wasn't too awkward. Let me know what you think.