Solas's hands pulled her close, wrapping around the small of her back. His feet moved, trying to find something to support himself on, Anara's feet moved in response, dropping her staff behind them. The fire within him burned stronger as he felt the softness of her lips, her body coming into contact with a ruined wall. His hands braced the wall as he pressed himself against her, the wall supporting them both as his kiss became deeper. His hand tangling in her hair, her knotted curls in his hands as he pressed her closer into the kiss. His other hand stroked her cheek, his thumb reveling in the feel of her skin. Finally, after all this time here they were, in the flesh together.
His tongue gently stroked her bottom lip, begging for entrance into her mouth. Her moans drew him in as his mind begged, "Vhenan, I have waited for this moment..Don't deny me, us now.."
She gave a small whimper as her mouth opened to him, he pressed further into her body tasting her lips as their tongue clashed.
He groaned into her mouth as he felt himself grow hard at the feel of her lips, the feel of her tongue. His hands untangled from her hair, touching any exposed skin that he could find. She moaned in his mouth, feeling his hardness pressing against her body, he wasn't lying to her in the very least. She felt his hands run under her coat, pushing the cloth from her shoulders and to the ground. The chill of the air, caused her body to shiver at the feel of it, quake beneath his eager hands.
Solas was the first to break the kiss. His lips becoming more eager to feel her skin, to draw out more moans from her lips. His head tilted into her neck, his kisses burning her skin, warming her from the chill of the mountain snow. His hands freely roamed, one moved to her lips, his thumb outlining her bottom lip, the other pulling up her thigh, hooking her leg behind him.
Her moans were encouraging and music to his ears as his tongue darted out against her throat, leaving a trail down to her collarbone. Leaving little nips and bites all the way down. How he wanted her now. So many nights in the fade left unsatisfied, wondering if what he felt was unrequited or just meaningless lust. But here, now he felt her shiver to his touch as his body ached for hers, to fly into oblivion like a moth to a flame.
He groaned as he pressed himself against her, his hardness pressing against her warmth. She shuddered as his hips slowly rocked against her, Solas's sense of control going out the window. His hands worked tirelessly with clasps as he tried to free more skin to his lips. Her hands worked quickly through his vest, finding their way to his undershirt. Her head fell back as she touched his skin, the hard plains she felt on his stomach.
Solas's lips took the opportunity to feel more of her skin as his lips capture the nape of her neck. His hands had given up on their task, but instead issued a new one as a hand fumbled with her tunic, hand sliding underneath. Her skin was softer than he imagined, remembering her scars and freckles that speckled her body. He groaned again into her neck as his teeth sunk into her shoulder, threatening to leave a mark. His other hand had pulled her other leg up, wrapping them around his hips as he began to thrust into her, grinding himself on her wetness. Her hands had lost all intention, as they gripped at the wall behind her, trying to hold herself up as Solas gained pace against her. One hand gripping tightly against her thigh, holding her in place with his body, the other running up her skin. Seeking a new prize.
Solas could feel their magic storm together, a wild tempest in their midst. Clashing, and forming, creating a static charge all around them. Solas could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end to their magic. The feel of it all the more intoxicating just as seductive as the feel of the woman he had pinned to the wall.
The mountains were treacherous, and steep. He was supposed to make his way to the forward camp with all the other recruits, but he had spent his whole night watching their prisoner sleep. Cullen rubbed his eyes as he languidly made his way up the steps, oh how he hated the cold, how he was exhausted and his mind had wandered.
He paused for a moment on the steps, slowly getting closer to the breach, but his body didn't want to keep moving, let alone fight. His powers had weakened to a point where he feared he wouldn't be able to suppress any magic. He was only as good as the blade and shield that he had with him.
Cullen's face met with his gloves as he tried to rub some feeling back into his cheeks. The silence seemed deafening, like everything in the area was dead and gone from the world. He had taken the time to close his eyes, breathe in the air and still taste the ash in it. But his ears, picked up a peculiar noise, his skin began to feel warm and the hair on his neck stood. The noise became louder, as he drew his sword. Preparing for a fight he slowly made his way over the top, keeping himself low just in case. Everything in his body telling him to be prepared, he had left the line of sight as he entered the tree line.
His eyes looked down at the vial of lyrium that he carried, just in case. His mind screaming to take it, but his body knew what would happen and they fought their eternal battle with each other. Face his dreams and his nightmares head on, or hide behind a mask from them and from the world.
He threw the vial into the snow, he was prepared regardless of the situation, his back to the tree trunk as he took a breath, his eyes closed, blade drawn. He was ready. He began to stand, prepared to run out into the field sword swinging and war cries from his breath until his heart stood still at the sight.
His knees buckled as he fell, sword dropped into the snow, shield following behind. He braced the tree, trying to hide behind it as he looked down at what was before him.
He saw Solas and Anara pressed against a wall, Her body bending to his as he bit into her neck. Moans escaping her lips, her hands clawing at the wall behind her, trying to gain stability. He saw Solas savagely thrusting himself against her, each time drawing out another cry of ecstasy from her lips. Cullen stared at those lips, how full they were, how red they became from harsh kisses. How her neck tilted at an angle to allow more access, how her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip. How they both were so caught up in it they didn't sense the Templar's presence, but how could they? Cullen's powers waned, and how their magic engulfed the area, Cullen wouldn't be strong enough to suppress it.
He groaned to himself as watched her legs wrap around Solas's hips, encouraging his movement. Her breath becoming louder, her cheeks becoming flushed as she bit her bottom lip, hard. Cullen could feel himself growing hard at the sight before him. Remembering the dream he felt last night stir his arousal.
She was a circle mage, and he was an Ex-Templar. He had been infatuated with his charge before, but never acted upon it. But he wished to act upon this feeling, regardless of Solas's intentions as well.
He had dreamed of taking her in the dungeon, with her stocks above her head and her body exposed to him. Cullen shuddered as the dream as his arousal grew harder, twitching in anticipation. "Maker's Breath.." He muttered, peeling a glove off of his hand, his fingers finding his way into his trousers. His fingers moved over his shaft as he watched Solas and Anara against the wall, his mind periodically going back to his dream from the night.
Solas grunted as he lost his pace, oh how he wished she wore a skirt, or a dress. How he wished to be inside of her now as one. But beggars can't be choosers and he took this opportunity and he knew he had to be quick. He felt that they had been gone too long, Cassandra and the nosy dwarf would come back for them if he didn't finish what he had started. His hand kneaded her breast, his teeth finding their way to her earlobe.
She cried out, her mouth gaping as her eyes shut. His hand continued kneading her breast, reveling in how it fit perfectly in his hand as a groan came from his lips. His voice tingling through her spine as he felt her impending orgasm come across her like a hunger. Like some deep feeling that must be satisfied. " More…" She begged heatedly into his ear, a growl rolling off her words as Solas growled back into her ear.
" Ma nuvenin…" His thrusts lost pace as he reached for the same precipice that she was going towards. Feeling himself get closer to being consumed both body and soul, giving her everything that he could at this moment. His fingers ran up her arms as they still braced the wall. His fingers sliding in with hers, holding them together. Words seemed lost to him at this point, the only ones he could find were repeated upon his lips. Each time spoken in between his harsh kisses planting himself closer and closer to the abyss with Anara. " Emma lath." His lips would meet hers, his tongue sparring with hers as she moaned into his mouth, " Ma sa'lath." His words repeated as a chant upon his lips. His fingers gripped tighter as hers did in response, her voice cracking, as she reached the edge. Solas joined her happily in that moment groaning, "Ma'arlath, Anara…" As his seed flooded his pants, a sweet stickiness between them both as she finished, her body still coming down from her climax as he kissed her once, twice, again and again. His arms running back down, gripping her backside and holding her to him. She sighed against him, her arms wrapping around his neck the final pulses of her body coming down. Their magic slowly waning as they came back down from their climax, slowly settling themselves back to normality.
Cullen braced himself against the tree, holding back his moans and words as he spilled his seed across the snow. He watched the two mages slowly unhook themselves from each other, their eyes never leaving contact as Solas wrapped her back up in her coat, his lips taking hers one more time.
She had smiled, the first time Cullen had seen her smile and to him it was glorious. Not a shy smile, not a coy one, but one devoid of fear and filled with only bliss. He wished to know that smile someday.
Cullen had sat there, in the snow as his climax still waned. He allowed himself enough time to clean up, he wasn't a mage, and he didn't have an easy spell to make the evidence go away. His head rest against the tree trunk as he pulled his pants back up, feeling the cold of the mountain creep back into his body.
The magic they had created was gone, leaving only empty silence, and cold memories in their wake.
Solas had made quick work up the mountain with Anara following close behind. Be hoped they hadn't been missed, or been searched for. He spent his time racking his brain for excuses, ideas, conversations that never happened. When they reached yet another rift there was Cassandra and Varric fighting, and Solas wondered in that moment if their presence or lack there of was noticed. Anara stepped forward, the mark on her hand glowing as she looked at Solas. He nodded acknowledging her question and agreeing to it as he helped hold out her hand. The mark working through the broken piece of fade, burning through her again, but the pain was nothing as she worked through it. The rift collapsing, mending and breaking around them as the demons howled, burning away into the ground.
Cassandra turned, noticing the mages appearance to the fight, "Here I thought you both would've ran. Quickly, we must move to the forward camp."
Solas looked at Anara, "We're here aren't we? She feared the mark and it had begun to spread. I had to help." Cassandra nodded, somehow believing the blatant lie, Varric seemed unphased by it, gripping Bianca tight.
"The rift is gone, open the gates!" Cassandra commanded as the doors opened to them. The wrath of heaven had come down upon them it seemed, but in this moment, Anara didn't much mind the wrath anymore.
Once they walked across the bridge Solas mentally kept in mind the unfortunate meeting of Chancellor Roderick, a miserable and angry little man. How he got so far in the Chantry Solas couldn't figure out, but here he was, shouting at everyone within ears reach.
Anara didn't take too kindly to his presence and his incessant yelling, a small man whose ego rivaled that of the Imperium. He shouted for her execution, shouted at Cassandra, shouted at Leliana, shouted at well, everyone. He thought himself a high man, something in which everyone knew he wasn't. He liked to play tactician, liked to order people what to do, liked to throw around the name Val Royeaux.
Cassandra and Leliana discussed attack strategies, charge through with the soldiers, or through the mountains. Both seemed at odds with each other, not knowing what was the best course of action. They looked at Anara, the breach exploding, it was beginning to expand again. Her arm twitched, and jerked, that part she was still unable to control. She gripped her hand, pulling it down, hoping not to frighten anyone in the area. Hoping to hide it from the rest of the world like some ghastly wound.
Her eyes looked up at Cassandra who stepped forward, Leliana taking an interest as well in the mage. " How do you think we should proceed?" The sudden thought confused her, What did SHE think? She? Really? No one so far never asked for her opinion in any matters. So far hours ago she was an unwilling participant, a prisoner dragged from the Chantry to walk this road. NOW they wanted her opinion on what the best course of action was?
Her look of confusion began to soften as she thought about the course of was best? She didn't know but the stubbornness within her went for the more direct approach, "I won't survive long enough for your trial. Whatever happens, happens now."
She braced her staff, looking up at the breach. Her mind was sound and her decision was made and she will not be shaken from it. Her feet took step, whether she was alone or not, she will not regret today, and if she died, she died with the memory of someones arms and someones kisses.
Solas took step behind her, proudly stepping with his Vhenan, Varric took up behind the elf, shaking his head but moving on towards the battle.
Cassandra turned towards Leliana, looking the spymaster in the eyes. "Leliana, bring everyone left in the valley. Everyone." Cassandra grabbed her shield, preparing her blade for their imminent battle.
"On your head be the consequences, Seeker." Anara could feel the venom drip from the last word, Seeker. By the maker, she hated that man already and she feared, this won't be the last time she had to listen to him yell.
The mountain became steep, fresh powder tracks left in the snow lead them up the mountain. Cassandra took point guard ahead of everyone, ensuring that they all made it there alive. The snow fell heavier as they made their way forward, the trees groaning under the wind as they swayed. They could smell the fire and embers that still burned at the temple, hear the shouts of soldiers and their rallying as the group made their way to the top. Looking towards the burning remains.
Cullen was happy to be free from the yells of Roderick. He had fled up the mountain the moment he saw Anara and the group taking the brunt of his anger. He moved quickly, trying not to be seen as he rallied to the front lines. He had awoken rather quickly after what had happened down the mountain. The chill of the snow beginning to delve through his clothes, he had to fight, or run, anything at this point to fight off the mountains power.
He had seen a rift appear, his men yelling and coming together, he fought alongside them, slaying demons was a better way to pass time then to dither with Roderick and his words. One wave after another came, his men fighting, and dying to what he was beginning to feel was a empty purpose.
He braced his eyes as he saw a stream of green light erupt to the rift, the rift began to bend and flex, it's destruction reigning down like broken glass. There was a sigh of relief from the soldiers around as the rift had disappeared, the last of the demons being cut down.
" Sealed, as before. You are becoming quite proficient at this." Solas stood beside Anara as Cullen looked at them, remembering their shared embrace earlier in the day.
"Let's hope it works on the big one.." Varric stepped forward, looking up in the sky at the breach as it moved further into the sky.
Anara looked up to the sky, wondering what effect her mark would truly have on the breach. It's power was greater than hers, and perhaps, it will kill her as well. Her mind had that moment of doubt, but she brought it back as she looked to the sky in resolution and determination.
Cullen walked across the field, not knowing of the power that had finally closed the rift. "Lady Cassandra, you manager to close the right? Well done." He looked on with gladdened by the fact that he didn't have to lose anymore soldiers in his midst.
" Do not congratulate me, commander. This is the prisoner's doing." Cassandra turned towards Anara, letting Cullen know where his thanks should lie.
Cullen felt awkward and felt the beginnings of his words fumble about. He had to gather himself quickly, trying not to think of her lips, or her legs wrapped around the elf. No, he had to be diplomatic he had to think of anything...but that. "Is it? I hope they're right about you. We've lost a lot of people getting you here." He kicked himself internally, that sounded ruder then he had intended. Blast and damn.
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, sensing some kind of tension in the Commander, "You're not the only one hoping that." She said, trying to hide the spite in her voice.
"We'll see soon enough, won't we." Damn, again! He wasn't being the diplomat that he was hoping to accomplish in his words. But his word choices were poor at best and how he said it much worse. He cursed himself in his head as he tried to dismiss his words, trying to work through to something better.
"The way to the temple is clear, Leliana will try to meet you there." He spoke directly to Cassandra, never thinking of her in THAT way. She was intimidating, but in her own gruff way. But Anara, was intimidating in every way that he could think of. When he was in sight of her, he thought now of other things besides her intimidation.
Cassandra acknowledged his efforts, looking over the group as she spoke, Cullen turned away looking at Anara one last time, " Maker watch over you - for all our sakes." His feet moved as he seemed to flee, the rest of his troops retreating. Cullen raced to the aid of another soldier limping from the battlefield. Bracing an arm over his shoulder, Cullen cursed himself again internally as he just ran. Blast it, Damn those words and my tongue! He knew he couldn't think right when she was there it seemed. Not now, not ever in the future and he knew it would haunt him in his sleep.
The grounds of the temple was grisly, bodies like statues set aflame. Their faces marked with horror, and agony. The breach pulsed with life in the background, it's green light illuminating everything, covering the land in a haze of despair. Rocks jutted from the earth light the jaws of a great beast, preparing to swallow the hallowed grounds whole.
The fires burned as Anara passed through the old grounds of the temple. Bodies burned in their place, some running, some bent over in agony, others bent back, howling silently. This place was familiar, but beyond that remained an empty void. Like someone had just, taken her memories and left them somewhere dark and hidden.
In the center was a large rift, perhaps the breach she thought, she could feel it's power coursing with hers. Her mark beginning to flare as she set her eyes upon it. It cracked and waned like glass, the green haze from it rose above the ground, rising into the sky as it formed and collected, creating the breach itself.
Leliana made her way through the ruined corridors looking for Cassandra. When she met up with them her and Cassandra talked about strategy, planning for what they expected to be another demon attack. The soldiers shuffled, stationing themselves around the temple, ensuring the best case for success.
Anara looked at the rift, her eyes studying its structure, and how it exactly affected her. Cassandra stepped in front of her, breaking her contact with the rift. "This is your chance to end this. Are you ready?"
" I'm not sure how to even start getting up to that thing." Her eyes looked up to the sky and back down to the rift. Her words at a loss with what was around her, all that had happened at the temple.
" No, this rift was the first, and it is the key. Seal it, and perhaps we seal the breach. " Solas interjected, trying to reassure Anara of the situation. Knowing full well the panic that began to seep into her heart, the fear and confusion that claimed her. His eyes looked to the sky as well, drawing his attention back to Anara, his eyes trying to speak volumes to her, "Do not fear Vhenan, I am with you.." He could sense her relaxing just a little, just enough to goad some confidence.
A voice shook through the mountain, a deep, resounding voice that ran through Anara, causing the mark to flare. "Now is the hour of our victory." She grabbed her hand, trying to move forward, Solas came to her, helping her stay on her feet as the mark flared, it's magic threatening to spill over.
The voice continued again as they kept walking, Anara's hand desperately trying to gain control, "Bring forth the sacrifice."
She could hear Cassandra behind her questioning the voice the came through, that shook the temple to it's core and foundation. That shook the men around them.
Red lyrium grew like weeds in a garden, their towering spikes like bloody fangs. Varric looked upon the lyrium with disgust, telling everyone not to touch it. Making his point very clear on his feelings for the stuff.
The voice boomed again, it's echo shaking the red lyrium, "Keep the sacrifice still."
Anara continued forward, determination filling her moves as her feet went forward. Step by step, a voice called out again, different, a woman. "Someone help me!" Her voice cried out, like an echo into the abyss.
"That is divine Justinia." The mark flared again, causing Anara to fall to the ground, the magic overwhelming her for the moment. Solas gripped her shoulders, trying to help her up, but the pain was overwhelming. Anara looked down the stairs that lead to the rift, her fingers clenching as she continued forward. Her feet finally touching the solid earth.
The rift sounded like a raging battle, like the clashes of swords and the breaking of steel but it looked like darkened glass. She approached it with caution, her body finally recovering, the mark no longer bearing the pain that it once carried.
The voice spoke once again, still crying out, " Someone, help me!" The cries of Divine Justinia falling upon the ears of everyone there.
The faint twinge as she heard herself speak up, " What's going on here?" She heard herself, everyone heard her and she had no recollection of it, no memory. Cassandra prodded, but nothing came from her lips. She could not remember.
The rift shifted, a blackened figure with red eyes hovering above them all. Divine Justinia held in place by magic. Anara charged forward, her staff in hand, "What's going on here?" Her voice authoritative and inquisitive.
Justinia shouted, "Run while you can! Warn them!" Anara's body felt like it was going to buckle. She remembered none of this, her mind an empty bank to these events. She felt tears of anger beginning to form, why couldn't she remember, why can't she remember this!?
"We have an intruder." The deep voice said, she could feel the red eyes upon her very soul as it spoke. It's hand reaching out to her, pointing at her, "Slay the mage." His voice had more authority as the light overwhelmed in a bright flash.
Cassandra took quick to blame, but there was nothing there to remember. She didn't believe Anara when she told her the truth, Cassandra looked at her accusingly, prepared to speak again of her until Solas spoke.
"Echoes of what happened here. The fade bleeds into this place." He looked at Anara standing there, her anger starting to boil over as she tried to claw back her memories. " This rift is not sealed, but it is closed...Albeit temporarily. I believe that with the mark, the rift can be opened, and then sealed properly and safely." Solas tried to reassure her again without speaking.
"However, opening the rift will likely attract the attention from the other side."
Demons.
They all knew this, but they had to take the risk, to properly seal the rift these risks had to be made.
Anara stood there, braced with her staff as Solas did the same, Bianca made her appearance and Cassandra lead her troops in the ramparts above them and on the ground. Her shield was ready, her sword braced and outward and the rift, open to their realm. The streams of green falling into the ground, opening them up to the demons that awaited.
Cassandra took a swing, her shield knocking back the demons that spawned. Driving them away from Anara, as she shouted, "Seal the breach!" Her sword lashing out wildly at the demons surrounding.
Her magic began to flow, the battle around her calling her to attention. She had to fight, she had to protect them, had to stop the demons, had to close the rift..
Her staff waved wildly, lightning shooting down from the sky, paralyzing demons as their bodies quaked and shook. Her hand shot out to the breach, trying to focus her attention upon the rift, closing it, and ending this nightmare.
The demons swarmed in waves, a pride demon making his way across the battlefield. Making his way towards Anara, knowing well what her pride had wrought not only upon herself, but upon the world. She heard it's laugh as she looked over, it's attention squarely upon her, she wanted to move, wanted to run, as she remembered the pride demon that tried to possess her in her harrowing. "Vhenan!" his words rang through her mind across the battlefield. "It is not the same demon. You can do this Vhenan."
Her mind focused on her task, closing the rift regardless of the Pride Demons motives. It laughed again, summoning a ball of magic trying to stop Anara from closing the rift. It's arms lifting preparing until Cassandra came running in, her shield hitting the demon in the knee as her sword swung down upon it's leg. There was a mighty howl in the distance as the demon was injured. It's body soon returning from whence it came as Cassandra took the final blow, "Quick! Seal the rift!" Her magic poured into it, all of her concentration went into it, and she could feel Solas's eyes upon her and the rift, worry beginning to form in his eyes and show on his face.
She gritted her teeth as she tried more, her gaze looking into the rift, watching it collect and bend. And with an explosion of green that spread across the sky like a tidal wave the hole that marred the sky had sealed.
It had spread across the sky and through the lands, the shock wave that had followed, the town of Haven feeling it firsthand.
Anara's hand reached out towards the sky, her magic drained, her body exhausted and her world fading to black.
She could feel her knees collapse as they hit the ground, she was overwhelmed with this feeling of dejavu, like this had happened before. Her body had given up, residing back to the fade that she was before. She fell forward, hitting the ground of the temple, dirt and ash smearing her face. Solas ran, dropping his staff in the process before he grabbed Anara, holding her body on his knees, "Ma vhenan!" he shook her, her mind focused on his words, those sweet words. "Emma lath!" his hand touched her face as her eyes shut, he sought a pulse as his fingers touched her neck, " Ma sa'lath, ma'arlath." he spoke to her, feeling her pulse weaken, but still there. "Ma'arlath. Anara." Her mind had faded to black, those words the last thing she heard.
Varric stood there, Bianca by his side, convinced by the elf that Anara had died. "Is she?" Solas turned his head, forgetting about his comrades.
"No she's. Fallen back to where she was before. Will she wake? I do not know."
Cassandra sheathed her sword, walking towards the mage, "She will be taken to Haven."
Solas looked up at Cassandra accusingly, "To what? Face a trial?"
Cassandra stood a little taller from his accusation, "She saved us, she will need a warm bed to sleep and the watchful eye of Adan." Solas didn't realize the amount of respect that Anara had garnered from the warrior. But took it as a great stride compared to Varric's attempts.
" Of course." Solas resigned to the situation as Cassandra and his helped move her body slowly back down to Haven.
There were cheers and jeers of excitement. People clamoring in excitement at the events today and the closing of the rift. People sang, and danced, feasts were made, but all of this meant nothing when Solas and Cassandra walked through the door with Anara strung between them.
Cullen was happy, ensured that his men got good food and a warm belly after today. He clapped a soldier on the arm, smiling until the doors to Haven swung open. Anara's head slumped, her feet dragging, her body between Solas and Cassandra. His heart sank a little, and his throat clenched as they moved on, walking towards Adans house. He tried to remain cheerful and happy despite the situation that had walked through the door.
Solas had moved her to a bed in Adan's house, assuring Cassandra of the situation. That it was being properly handled. Adan may have left to join in on the festivities, but he reminded her that she was his charge. And his charge she was.
His hands undressed her down to her tunic and pants, trying to ensure that she didn't wake up in full armor. He sat down beside her bed, his chin resting upon his hand, the other moving the hair from her eyes. He sat there, and would sit there if it took all eternity for her to come back to him. His fingers playing with her hair, speaking to her as if she were awake, "There is a song among my people. Suledin, it means Endure. It's a tale of enduring hardship, in all it's forms." His fingers crossed hers as he held her hand. " To endure, and emerge from sorrow. Perhaps I could sing it for you.." His eyes crossed over her face, the peaceful look made him smile as he wiped the dirt from her face. "No, my singing isn't that bad, don't worry." He leaned over, kissing her on the forehead, his voice quiet as he sang just for the two of them,
" Melava inan enansal.
Ir so araval tu elvaral.
U na emma abelas.."
His voice sang for only them in the room, until the lights burned low, and his eyes had struggled to stay open, his voice sang for only them until he was about to fall asleep. His head laying on her bed as he tried to sleep. It was in this moment in his weakest words he spoke what he struggled with this whole time to say aloud, in her tongue, " I love you, Anara…"
His eyes had closed to the world, with only love upon his lips.