#for death lmao

[secret-fungi]

at journey's end

Paring: Tyril x f! elf (odelia)

book: blades of light and shadows

word count: 1181 

rating: t

Summary: At journeys end you'll be carried to the stars above in the arms of your love, and there shall be no more pain, no sorrow when you take your place in the stars.

category: angst

warnings: major character death,

Tags. @choicesficwriterscreations @lawrencebarkley

I have loved you for centuries before this moment, and i will love you for centuries after,

the sky above may reclaim their brightest star and you may leave me behind, but know A’mael that I will never be far behind, that when my essence joins yours, our souls shall dance together once again, a melodic song that the galaxies sing, for the part of your soul that is mine, and the part of my soul that is yours are together again.

long last we are here, long last we are still. the rest we sought in life promised in the stars above.

His hands trembled as he raised one to knock at her door, a small cottage in the middle of the restored whimsywoods.

The window was open, the smell of spiced cakes and hibiscus tea drifted from it and before long, the Hero opened her door, Tired and battle worn, her once dark hair now completely white.

“Hello, A’mael.” she greeted, barely being able to finish her greeting before he embraced her. “I’ve put on some tea for you.” she said into his shoulder, her hand resting itself on his hip.

With his love holding him steady on one side and his cane supporting the other, the battlemage realized he probably wouldn’t be able to stand upright on his own anymore. 

How long had it been since he saw her?

“You’re trembling, dear.” she informed “I’m old.” “Not even close.” she replied with a laugh.

Linking their arms again once more, like they did many times before, she led him to the sofa. 

She smiled at him sadly, holding his face in her hands before placing a kiss to his lips.

“I wish you could stay longer.” she whispered against his lips.

You get old and then you die, the noble spend their life giving it away, days, months, years… lifetimes are given for the pursuit of justice. The greedy search for the fountain of youth, the vain search for favor that’ll never fade.

Yet the noble get the honor of eternal youth, the joy of getting old is lost to them, but even still, the heroes are as old as they’ve ever been.

And as old as they’ll ever be.

her hands trembled as she carried the tray so he took it from her, setting it down on the coffee table as he had a million times before.

When she was pregnant, he didn’t allow her to lift a finger, spoiled she called it.

In time, she could no longer hold her sword or do up her hair and so he did so for her, devotion she called it then.

the years she’s been gone could make up a lifetime, something always came up, he was half sure she wouldn’t make it to their wedding, she did of course promised she wouldn’t use any light for months leading up to it.

For all the journeys she went on that he could not follow, and all the ones that they went on together he always thought this one would be the scariest.

But she smiled at him as he poured them a cup of tea and all he could feel was peace.

No more could be taken, no more could he give, the hero had done all he could, and finally he could rest.

He took a sip of tea, and looked at his wife.

“You look tired, my friend.” she said, brushing a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“You shouldn’t call your husband a friend, A’mael.” “But you are, you were my greatest friend, my dearest companion.” she replied, Kissing his cheek.

“As were you.” he replied 

Moments bleed and bleed, spilling into each other until no one can tell where one moment starts and the other ends.

He looked down at his tea, the small waves in his cup as his hand trembled and sighed.

“Do you regret not being a scribe?” she asked, looking at his hands. “If I were, our paths would not have crossed.” he said “I think they would’ve… no matter how you tried to escape me.” she replies, taking another sip.

“I do not regret a moment I spent with you- I don’t regret anything because it all led me to you.” he said.

The elf let a tired smile across her lips, a fond expression fell upon her face and a blush upon her cheeks.

“You are a hopeless flirt.” she informed “I speak nothing but the truth, how could I regret a single breath when I got to meet the most beautiful woman in the realms?” He asked, “And I have seen many realms with you, my love, and not one of them compares to you.” the woman laughed joyously. “Always the romantic.” she said. 

How long had it been since she smiled like that?

“Dance with me, my love?” she asked

The battlemages rose to their feet, unsteady and weaker than they were as babes, her cane  where he left it, resting against the sofa.

As they swayed the lovers were young again, one again. As if they’ve never left each other’s side.

The warrior looked to his wife and saw that she was young once more, dark hair and bright eyes. 

“Is the journey long?” he asked, “It is already over, My love.” she replied 

And when he looked around he saw he no longer needed a cane, no longer did he ache.

He looked to her and smiled, lifting her into the air and twirling her, the last time they danced he could no longer lift her and she could hardly stand, she begged to dance, she wished to get out of bed for just a moment, to see the stars and feel the night’s crisp air.

They twirled and laughed, and then they cried, and at long last, the heroes rested. 

Under the sky, young Starfurys cried, they sent a prayer for their father that joined their mother, Their aunt held them and let them cry.

They found him in their mother’s room, laying in bed with a tray of spiced cakes and cold tea  in two cups beside him.

“Look there, That’s your father’s star.” She said “That's mother.” The elder said “It's actually two, so close you mistake them as one.” 

The young Starfurys looked to her, As young as their parents were when this all began, a question heavy on their hearts.

Why didn’t their dad stop using his light?

    Sometimes older elves after they’ve lost their love they lose the will to carry on. Tyril always was passionate about everything he did, he always did it till his hands bled, love is above all things, corrosive. And it burned him from the inside out to be apart from his love. 

But that wasn’t an answer to give young people, they’ve got much to learn before they discover that.

[idoodlestuffsometimes]

I need to share how the IT guy at work greeted my department on CrowdStrike Blue Screen Friday. Never have I seen a man so shocked by the sight of perfectly functional computers

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Wolf hybrid who is sooooo excited to experience his bunny hybrid partners first heat. So excited that he vastly underestimates just how horny bunnies are in heat.

He's expecting his cute little bunny partner (you) to cry and beg for his knot. Which you do and he knots and cums inside you twice but then right after his knot deflates you look up at him and go "Again?"

He's a little tired but he can't say no to you...

Until it's the sixth fucking round and you're still bouncing on his very overstimulated cock. He knows it's very bad to interrupt a bunny while they're so deep in heat but he might just pass out and you're so lost in the sauce you might just keep going if he does.

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[Hey guys can u come over]

[I need sum help with something]

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