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Summary: Lord Asriel's final seconds as he falls into the abyss.
Falling Feathers
10.
The falling of wings, flecks of white whirling, faster and faster, falling. Together we drop into oblivion, into some unknown darkness and all I can think of is how happy I am to finally be with you. Skulls are weak; the bones will soon give, the abrasion will weaken consciousness and all this- this darkness will fall away into more darkness. What an adventure it will be! Yet my bones are weak, my mortal flesh has been used to its entirety, I'm tired, Marisa, for once in my life I'm tired and feel like I'm fading.
9.
Yet there you are; that despair in your eyes, with that aching triumph. See that showering of wings? We've done well, my love. Our daughter is safe, the boy is safe, the knife is safe: dust is saved. We are not, yet that is our sacrifice. Yet finally, finally, Marisa, we shall put an end to our violent lives. Your lips move, your musical voice is saying something, serenading us to our doom. What is it that you say? Your voice is a siren drifting further and further away...
8.
I can feel it coming Marisa, slowly sliding into me. The blood is slipping down my fingers now, my eyes are wet, maybe with blood, maybe with tears: it no longer matters. And there you are, with those strong eyes still burning, with that passion I hungered for since the day we first met on that cold, wintry day in the solitude of the arctic. I recall your secret smile when I demanded what you were doing in the North, a place explicitly held for men. Yet you were fearless, unlike the others, women and men alike, you matched my gaze and with a damning passion. We engulfed each other in the flames. I could have snatched you, made you mine; we were both lost from that moment.
7.
Oh Marisa, I love you. In the simplest terms, that's the only way I can describe it. I loved you then, in your rough, fur boots and mink scarf to the vulnerable young woman that slithered in my arms with the delicacy of an angel's wing. Even when I thought I hated you most - the enemy, the adulterer, the betrayer - you had that dangerous spark that plied the very fibres of my soul. I demanded every part of you. You demanded the whole of me; no dream, no man, no god could be my equal except you.
6.
We can finally die in peace. Stelmaria yawns, sinking into a deep smile. She knows you. I love you as much as her. The gold-tipped fur of your soul's tale glimmers faintly in the shadows. Those tiny, spidery hands no longer grasp for hope. Dust blows and shimmers around us; feel its anbaric power enclose us, its awe. All our thoughts and brilliance, the multitudinous wonders of life - philosophy, science, anguish, dreams, desire - feel them billow over us like golden sheets. Wrap yourself in its light.
5.
Y-you're fading...Why are those tears in your eyes? Why is that crease upon your forehead? Hold my hand and we shall fall forever, just like the madness and endlessness of our love, our lives. You're perfection. I'm going Marisa. The flame of my spirit is flickering, about to be-
4.
The pain is getting greater. Pay no attention to the falling feathers, the dispersing of ethereal flesh, the final groans of the oppressor of our world. Just the softness of your breath, the midnight of your eyes, your basest senses in the final hour, the final seconds of your time, gives me peace.
3.
For Lyra, our daughter.You said I hated her, but I don't. I love her, as much as you and with a father's stead. I love her. I love you.
2.
I am honoured to die with you...
1.
Marisa!
Falling Feathers
10.
The falling of wings, flecks of white whirling, faster and faster, falling. Together we drop into oblivion, into some unknown darkness and all I can think of is how happy I am to finally be with you. Skulls are weak; the bones will soon give, the abrasion will weaken consciousness and all this- this darkness will fall away into more darkness. What an adventure it will be! Yet my bones are weak, my mortal flesh has been used to its entirety, I'm tired, Marisa, for once in my life I'm tired and feel like I'm fading.
9.
Yet there you are; that despair in your eyes, with that aching triumph. See that showering of wings? We've done well, my love. Our daughter is safe, the boy is safe, the knife is safe: dust is saved. We are not, yet that is our sacrifice. Yet finally, finally, Marisa, we shall put an end to our violent lives. Your lips move, your musical voice is saying something, serenading us to our doom. What is it that you say? Your voice is a siren drifting further and further away...
8.
I can feel it coming Marisa, slowly sliding into me. The blood is slipping down my fingers now, my eyes are wet, maybe with blood, maybe with tears: it no longer matters. And there you are, with those strong eyes still burning, with that passion I hungered for since the day we first met on that cold, wintry day in the solitude of the arctic. I recall your secret smile when I demanded what you were doing in the North, a place explicitly held for men. Yet you were fearless, unlike the others, women and men alike, you matched my gaze and with a damning passion. We engulfed each other in the flames. I could have snatched you, made you mine; we were both lost from that moment.
7.
Oh Marisa, I love you. In the simplest terms, that's the only way I can describe it. I loved you then, in your rough, fur boots and mink scarf to the vulnerable young woman that slithered in my arms with the delicacy of an angel's wing. Even when I thought I hated you most - the enemy, the adulterer, the betrayer - you had that dangerous spark that plied the very fibres of my soul. I demanded every part of you. You demanded the whole of me; no dream, no man, no god could be my equal except you.
6.
We can finally die in peace. Stelmaria yawns, sinking into a deep smile. She knows you. I love you as much as her. The gold-tipped fur of your soul's tale glimmers faintly in the shadows. Those tiny, spidery hands no longer grasp for hope. Dust blows and shimmers around us; feel its anbaric power enclose us, its awe. All our thoughts and brilliance, the multitudinous wonders of life - philosophy, science, anguish, dreams, desire - feel them billow over us like golden sheets. Wrap yourself in its light.
5.
Y-you're fading...Why are those tears in your eyes? Why is that crease upon your forehead? Hold my hand and we shall fall forever, just like the madness and endlessness of our love, our lives. You're perfection. I'm going Marisa. The flame of my spirit is flickering, about to be-
4.
The pain is getting greater. Pay no attention to the falling feathers, the dispersing of ethereal flesh, the final groans of the oppressor of our world. Just the softness of your breath, the midnight of your eyes, your basest senses in the final hour, the final seconds of your time, gives me peace.
3.
For Lyra, our daughter.You said I hated her, but I don't. I love her, as much as you and with a father's stead. I love her. I love you.
2.
I am honoured to die with you...
1.
Marisa!