Brelione//DruigxOC

Eternal Love Doesnt Die

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out of all the scary things that flood this earth, there is only one that scares me to the core of my body, the very depths of my soul. the knowing that no matter what she does, the pain, the anger, the frustration, any mistake, any creature that she creates, none of that scares me. but what does, what does is that nothing she ever does will pull her from her pedestal of a god in my head. a figure above everything else, or immense light and power and grace.

she holds everything and more in the palms of her hands, every inch of the planet and every inch of me. at any point she can crush me beneath her fingers, and still, i will bow at her feet. every explorer comes back to me, nothing of knowledge in their minds, nothing new to help me in my search for my love. but it's alright, when our time rises again, we will be stronger than ever.

a flame that never goes out, we'll rekindle it.

i mean, the greatest barriers of magic are the only things that can possibly keep us apart. leaning over my world, i watch how the children run around, how the people move to gather within the chapel, the toddlers coming in behind. she'd love them, i know she would. she'd give them beautiful stones and flowers, would bring them to the stunning sights that humans can hardly ever see.

one child even adorns a head of red hair, a pain through the heart and mind. with an intake of the morning air, i hold the light weight within the pocket of my robe as i approach the place of stories and concerns. humans, they always follow something, they need a story for everyday, and i need to tell them, to keep us alive. because even apart we will still be known, valued, hold faith and hope.

in the darkest pits of the earth they know our names, how we have carved a world of safety for them. and today, they will hear of breliones pure power, of how nearly every ounce of this forest came from her spirit at some point. and with knowledge, they'll find a way to find the grand trees, they still stand. and where they stand, we can find them.

an anger has never burned in me like this, not when we split like the seas, not when i found the truth of ajaks lies, nothing has ever angered me like this, so frustrated that i can't even act on it. i don't want to break things, to cry, to run. nothing. holding the crushed remnants in my hand, i put its body beneath my pillow, pulling the jungle of fire back into a twisted bun, watching how the sky clears.

the worst pain, i know, will be watching as he finds the missing pieces. how he'll be waiting for confrontation that will never come. regret will burn across his body, confusion, and eventually he will crumble. but until then, i will enjoy my time with my dear friend who will struggle to not throw him into a hawaiian volcano. it's only a few seconds of a jog, anyway.

i don't know if i'll have the strength to tell her no. and i wonder, who will get here first? will she outrun the danger, and come to stop me? like clock work, i feel the vibration in every ounce in the house as a stream of gold flies through the door, coming to a hault a few feet before me, a smile plastered on her face. one bright and warm, her hair in braids littered with pearls and lace, it looks so beautiful.

her dress is slightly off brand, a faded pink rather than red, loose below the chest, and a messenger bag clings to her side. with a grin, i fall forward and wrap her in a hug tighter than most, glad to have stalling time as i hide my expression within her gown and hair, and when we finally depart there is no sense of awareness written on her face. and for that, i am grateful, watching as she takes her shoes off and takes my hands with a grin, pulling me to sit down. to tell her or not to tell her, a dilemma that pushes down on my chest.