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She stared into the fathomless black eyes of her love. Deep… deep they pulled her into his soul as she took him within herself. Bodies melding, passion rising, voices crying. In ecstasy, she collapsed on her love, panting heavily while stroking his lined flesh, imprinting it in her mind as if she would never see him again. Her chestnut curls mingled with his silky strands as she held her love, whispering the words of her heart's desire.
She gently brushed his smooth lips and rose, making promises to return again as soon as she could safely do so. With one last kiss on his brow, she drew her wand and un-warded the door, slipping away into the night, muttering softly. But not before she reached to the small wooden table for the blue vial which contained the elixir: that one kept her love alive… and aware. And not before a single tear slid down his pale skin into his hair.
You see, when she had found him after the celebrations had been through and the mourning had begun, when she had been certain that she would have found him gone, she had chosen to bring him back to the castle from the death he had never deserved and ensure he would have had in passing what he had never had in life. Yet, as she stroked his pallid face, weeping his name, she had noticed something. A dull spark had lit in his obsidian eyes. She had hurriedly rummaged through his pockets, searching for an antidote, finding a bezoar, gently inserting it in her love's mouth, and waiting patiently for the magic to begin. She had waited, all night and into the morning, before she had seen her love blink his eyes, looking at her, and she had hugged him in joy.
Gathering him tightly to her breast and kissing his face, she had told him she would take him home to care for him while he recovered, hide him while she cleared his name. So she had taken him into her home, secreting him away from all, and had cared for him, brewing all he would need, feeding him, loving him; she was his whole world.
He waited each day for her to return, hoping she would see—would understand—what he could not say, as he could not be. He silently screamed at the world for leaving him bound in this useless body, only good for one thing anymore. He hated her for keeping him bound to this earth, to this empty life, to nothingness and solitude until she returned again.
Then she smiled, and as she gave him the potion that would let him love her, his whole world felt lighter.
As the ecstasy gently washed away, he heard her murmuring, apologizing for her intent with tears running down her traitorous face; his stomach plummeted, and he stared into nothingness, hoping for oblivion.