"I wish we could stay like this forever, love." Anders said. His voice was low and lost amid the wind, waking the dew kissed grass, and the cry of birds. They were scared. The sky through which they fly, sought each other and hunted was raining down the saddest of snows. The mountains were bleeding white with the cinders of the city.
The shadows they had been running from caught up with them, knocked up them down and erased them. They had no right to be anything more than echoes after what they had done.
Hawke was nestled in his arms. Her golden brown hair tickled his chin. He brushed it back, massaging her neck and then gave her shoulder a squeeze. She rested her hand on top of his. She loved his hands. They healed the sick. They snapped a neck effortlessly. They held her.
The darkness had him. It made his words hurt, it took him out of her bed at night. He tried leaving her like she had tried to leave him in the very beginning before she had any idea of how much it would hurt to be with or without him, before she knew the destruction that would come from them being together.
The darkness had always had him. It was in his blood, in his eyes, in his heart. But he swam through it. It was rising, nearly over his mouth, but he had yet to drown. He said that was because of her. At that she had smiled, it was like "I love you", it was worse than "I love you" because it meant he needed her…he needed her to stay afloat and she was not strong enough. She had smiled, like when she met him and thought he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, and she did so now, her head heavy with thought and her eyes a coming storm.
It could have her, too if it meant staying with him.
