Disclaimer: Not my world.
Well, I decided to make a one-shot into a two-shot. This is really short, and probably not worth the read. But I like it. Enjoy!
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One thing that Talgo had never expected was the excitement. He had never thought that his blood would rush as he charged into undeniable death, that shreds of wonder would entrance him into mindless joy. Talgo had never realized that the moment in which he would feel the greatest life in his limbs would be the moment he would fall.
He never even thought of her, Eria, whose very being captivated him. She had the most petite form, the palest skin and a laugh that could make one weep with joy. They were always together, the two, huddled as the winds of winter whipped and lashed at their forms. For ten years he had known her, ten years that had slipped away as quickly as sand through fingers.
When they had said goodbye for what he knew was to be the last time, he had made her a promise. He wished he could have meant those words that had fallen so painfully from his mouth. It was a shame his last words were to be lies.
As he rode faster and faster towards his doom, he still held the flowers in his hand. They were ugly now, pale and worn and covered in the dirt that shaded him as well. But enveloped in the blooms was hope, a hope that Eria still contained. Everything was false, now. The blossoms escaped from his fingers and caught the wind. He didn't think twice about it.
The rhythm of the hooves made him smile. He would not be afraid, he would not give the things he was facing any more pleasure. The man next to him fell from his mount, black-fletched arrow protruding from his neck. Talgo laughed in giddied excitement. And the words raced through his mind. Soon, soon.
Three summers before he and Eria had gone on a walk through the forest. It was then, when the soft silver moonlight had caressed her hair, that he had realized that he loved her. It was when she placed a fair finger to his lips and whispered words of faith and joy and happiness. It was when their lips met and the world quivered in shared ecstasy.
But emotions could be overshadowed, concealed as those greater overwhelmed them. It was her to which his heart belonged, but his heart flew higher when he thought of the end.
He died laughing blood. He died alone.