A/N: I wanted to write this bit for a long while, but I never could find the right angle to tackle this idea. Tell me what you think about it!
Bonds
It was the love at first touch.
As soon as we touched I knew I belonged to him and only him. But at first we couldn't be together, since there was spell binding one of us to stay in the state of suspended existence. I longed for him to touch me again, free me. I wanted to feel his rough fingers caressing me.
Soon the spell was broken and I once more experienced the touch of my beloved one, the calloused fingers of his hand stroking me with uncertainty of the first explorations.
Since that day we went together everywhere, fighting together as one all the foes that dared to stand in our way. I always remained close to him during the day, often receiving fleeting touched of his hand, reassuring both of us that we were there for each other. I knew no loneliness, no boredom, no regret when I was with my true one. He respected me and learned to lean on my strength, as I learned the layers of his heart, finding more and more amazing things and qualities to my beloved master, who wanted to be my partner more than to only use me like some did with their partners. At night he held me in his arms. In fight he pushed me to my limits, but also kept me from being annihilated by another. And when one day we faced a foe that broke me, he did all he could do bring me back, he offered a piece of himself, binding us together in a new way. I was holding him back, keeping in check what he couldn't tame.
We were both hot-tempered, easy to anger and to forgive as well, fast to jump and protect others. We were many things, both hiding our strengths behind a facade of weakness, but at the core we both existed to protect and preserve, even if our behavior indicated we were able only to destroy. That was true, we had immense power to kill and wreck havoc, but we chose to use them to help those who couldn't fight for themselves. The longer we were together the more we were becoming extensions of each other and the border between us was fading away.
And some day I realized we were one.
He was honorable, my wild one, I felt so humbled by the goodness of his heart only I could see in its entirety.
Only I and she
I never saw her as a threat to me, even if she was taking more and more space in his heart and mind. Their bond was growing, but it would never replace ours. I accepted her, because I was of the same heart he was, so I loved her more than anything. She was the reason we fought, she made us stronger. She was the vulnerability of his heart and the fuel to our resolve, supplying acceptance and love he so much desired and deserved.
So, when one day she replaced me in his arms at night I didn't mind or feel jealous, patiently waiting propped against the wall of a new hut, knowing that our bond, the bond of love and respect,was never going to fade away.