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tired-truffle · 3 days ago

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Something’s Gotta Give

A CullenxLavellan fic

Chapter Word Count: 3.1k

Part 6 - To Flay a Magister

“My mother did not mean to hate me, she did not even know she hated me, and yet I was hated. And I carried that hate with me through life with more pride than it perhaps deserved. A bruise of honor.” - Mada Hayyas

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Ash watched with a churning mix of admiration and trepidation as her sister squared off against the Tevinter Magister. Her shaggy blonde hair was like a war banner, swaying as she marched up to his throne, and those vibrant green eyes of hers blazed with a fire that would not be quelled. Ash's fingers twitched at her sides, eager to leap into the fray, yet she remained rooted to the spot. The scars around her mouth tightened - a grimace or a grin, it was hard to tell - as pride swelled in her chest. Rae was more than just spitfire and rebellion; she was a leader, fierce and unyielding.

Their scouts struck, stealing the Magister’s men from him and leaving him defenceless, just as they’d planned. But he too had tricks up his sleeve, and would not be beaten lying down.

The Magister's scowl deepened, his hand waving in a complex arc, and reality buckled. A swirling portal snapped open like a voracious maw, and in a gust that smelled of ozone and dread, it devoured Rae and Dorian whole.

"Rae!" Ash's cry was a ragged blade, slicing through the ringing silence that followed. Her heart lurched into a frenzied gallop, each beat a thunderous demand for her sister's return. The magister's smug expression was the spark that ignited the powder keg that was her magic.

Panic, thick and cloying, clawed its way up from her gut, and with it, the fiery influence of Love - wild and untamable. It surged through her veins, an inferno begging for release. Ash staggered, her vision swimming. The power within her strained against its bindings, yearning to incinerate all that stood between her and Rae's safety.

"Bring them back!" she demanded of no one in particular, her voice cracking under the strain of holding back the flames. Around her, the world seemed to slow, the edges of her consciousness frayed by fear and a fierce desire to protect.

"Easy there, Frosty," someone said - a voice both grounding and familiar. But Ash barely heard it, her senses overwhelmed by the scent of burning flesh and the echoes of her sister's cries for help.

"Bring her back.” It was a command, a plea, a sister's raw need laid bare. The magister simply sneered, but Ash could not afford to be cowed. Not when everything within her screamed that Rae needed her, that she would defy the very laws of magic to bring her sister home.

The power of Love roared in her ears, her fiery magic lashing out, hungry for retribution. Ash fought for control, but it was like trying to leash a wildfire with strands of silk. The magister, unfazed, simply arched an eyebrow, his lips twisting into a sardonic smile.

But before he could make any cutting remarks, as sudden as their departure, the portal snapped back into existence with a crack that split the silence. Rae and Dorian stumbled through, disoriented but unmistakably whole. Ash's chest unclenched, Love’s power vanishing from beneath her skin, relief flooding her so fiercely it nearly brought her to her knees.

"Rae!" she cried out for a second time, bolting forward. Her fiery eyes dimmed, the inferno in her hands snuffing out - though she couldn’t remember when she’d conjured the flames. She felt Love recoil within her, retreating into the shadowed recesses of her soul, leaving only a whisper of heat behind.

But her relief was short-lived, choked by the realization that Varric's keen eyes had not missed the spectacle. He watched her with a careful blend of concern and curiosity, the gears behind those sharp brown eyes already turning. Damn it, Ash thought, there would be questions later - questions she wasn't sure she could answer.

"We're all right," Dorian assured, brushing off his once-pristine robes now smeared with unknown substances. “Though glad to see our return is met with such enthusiasm.”

But Ash barely heard him, her attention riveted on Rae. She rushed to her sister's side, her hands hovering just shy of touching, as if afraid she might still disappear. Rae met her eyes, unspoken anguish and terror flashing across them before disappearing under the anger she directed toward the man who had caused it. There was no time to dissect that look, though, as Rae, ever the Herald, sprang into action with a predator's grace. The Tevinter Magister didn't stand a chance as she closed in on him, her lithe frame surprisingly intimidating despite the residual tremble from her unplanned temporal excursion.

Ash stood frozen, she’d come so close to unleashing Love completely. What if she had? Would she have burned down the entire castle, friend and foe alike, in her desperate frenzy?

She could barely focus as Rae ordered Alexius to be chained and sent back to the Inquisition for trial, or as the reigning Monarch of Ferelden and a slew of her personal guards marched through the door to admonish the mages for their foolishness. And they had been exactly that - foolish, naive, scared - but they had not been the only ones.

Ash's gaze slid across the room like a pebble skimming lake water, touching upon Queen Anora's stern visage and the circle of mages that surrounded her like a flock of disgruntled pigeons. The queen's lips moved, presumably issuing some royal decree or another, but Ash heard nothing over the roar of her own thoughts. Her sister was back, but would Varric keep her secret? The fear that had clawed its way up her throat lingered, a bitter aftertaste.

"Thoughts, Ash?" Rae's voice sliced through her spiralling thoughts.

"Uh," Ash managed, blinking rapidly as if coming out of a trance. "I agree with your assessment." She winced internally; she hadn't caught a word.

Rae squinted at her, not fooled, but let it slide - another battle for another day.

It took them hours of political deliberation and agreements before they finally found themselves retiring for the night in the local inn. In the dimly lit hallway, as Ash made her way to Rae’s room, Varric's presence barely registered until she’d rounded the corner and almost run directly into where he leaned casually against the wall.

"Better watch where you’re going there, no one wants to see a stampeded dwarf," he teased, though something deeper lurked behind his half-lidded eyes. Ash knew what that was about, though she wasn’t exactly keen on having that conversation now. But on the other hand, it may be best to get it over with.

"I’ll endeavour to peek around corners before turning them from now on," Ash quipped half-heartedly. “There’s something else you’d like to say though, so out with it. I haven’t the energy for beating around the bush.”

Varric held up his hands in a placating gesture. "As you command, Frosty.” She didn’t dislike the nickname, though she felt there were better ones he could have chosen. “I saw what you did back there.”

"I did a lot of things back there," she replied, feigning ignorance. "You'll have to be more specific."

"Let's just say my Chantry sense was tingling," he chuckled. "But don’t worry, your secret's safe with me. Though, if you’re feeling the itch to blow up a Chantry, mind giving me a heads up first?"

Ash froze, then relaxed into a forced laugh. Kirkwall. He had been there, and Ash had heard the stories of the spirit-possessed mage who’d begun this civil war between mages and Templars. The connection clicked into place like a lock snapping shut. He’d been friends with the possessed mage, hadn’t he? A sympathetic dwarf at heart.

“You’ll be the first to know.” The promise came easily to her, she could never imagine herself causing such wanton destruction, whether it was deserved or not. Especially not at the bidding of a spirit.

"Sure, sure," he drawled, not buying it for a second. "Just remember, I'm here if you need an ear for any dastardly plots you’ve been cooking up."

"Dastardly plots?" Ash raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with mock innocence. "Varric, you wound me. I'm a paragon of virtue."

"Right, and nugs fly," Varric retorted with a smirk, pushing off the wall as he began to make his way back to the tavern below. “Stay out of trouble, yeah?" he said, his voice trailing off as he turned the corner, leaving her alone once more.

The corridor stretched ahead, dimly lit by flickering torches that cast long shadows on the walls. She took a deep breath, and with a shake of her head, she steeled herself. Varric had said he would keep her secret - at least for now - and she would simply have to trust him. The first person to find out about her possession being a famed storyteller was less than ideal, but it wasn’t like she had the power to erase his memory - nor did she particularly want to kill him. There was nothing she could do, and though she writhed under the powerlessness of it all, if Varric was willing to ignore it then she would be too - if only to keep her sanity intact. One thing at a time.

Her knuckles rapped against the aged wood of Rae’s door, the sound more tentative than Ash intended. There was a pause - a moment thick with uncertainty, wondering if she should give up and allow Rae her space - before the door creaked open. Rae stood there, her eyes betraying a weariness that seemed out of place on her youthful face - as it had so frequently as of late.

"Can I come in?" Ash asked softly, tucking a stray blonde curl behind her ear where it had escaped from her dual braids.

Rae stepped aside wordlessly, her movements slow, devoid of their usual vigour. The sight of her sister so drained gnawed at Ash's heart, but she masked her concern with a smile as she entered the modest chamber.

"Thanks," she said, scanning Rae's drawn features. The desire to protect, to fix everything for her little sister, surged within her, but she kept it at bay. That was not what Rae needed.

But before Ash could weave words into comfort, Rae leaned forward, her face coming to rest against Ash's shoulder. Her arms dangled at her sides, loosely, as if the very concept of hugging had slipped from her grasp. Ash's breath stilled, taken aback by this rare display of vulnerability. It took her a heartbeat to react, but then she enfolded Rae in a firm hug, her hand gently soothing up and down Rae’s back.

They remained clasped in silence, time stretched, thin and fragile, until Rae pulled away with a sigh, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. She slumped, leaving a space beside her that was more an invitation than any words could be.

Ash joined her, sitting close enough for their shoulders to brush. She brushed aside the curtain of shaggy hair that hid Rae's face. "Want to talk about it?" Ash ventured, her smile kind and patient.

Rae's gaze flickered with something dark and unsettled. "No…maybe. I don't know." The words tumbled out, hesitant and laced with exhaustion.

"I want to do this, to lead, but what if I'm just…" She trailed off, her eyebrows pinched together. "I've never had to answer for so many lives before. They look to me, and half the time I'm just…making it up."

"Hey," Ash said, reaching out to squeeze Rae's arm reassuringly, "bluffing is half the art of leading. You're doing great, Rae. Truly."

Rae huffed, a ghost of her usual fire flaring in her eyes, but it didn't reach her deflated posture. "Easy for you to say," she muttered, but there was no bite to her words, only weariness.

"Sometimes," Ash continued, her tone threaded with warmth, "the bravest thing a leader can do is admit they don't have all the answers. That doesn't make you weak. It makes you mortal. And from where I'm standing? You're the best damn mortal I know, and I know quite a few."

Rae's mouth quirked in a faint smile, a reluctant nod acknowledging the truth in Ash's words. "Just don't let it get around, or they'll start expecting heartfelt speeches."

"Dirtha’var’en (I promise), no one else will know. Wouldn't want to ruin your reputation as a heartless despot."

Rae's laugh was a brief, bright sound that cut through the gloom that wore her down. But solemnity took its place, and her slender fingers traced the stitching on the quilt that had been laid over the end of the bed. "The portal," she began, so quiet that Ash could barely hear her, "it sent Dorian and me forward in time, to a year from now. The Inquisition had crumbled without us."

Ash watched Rae's face, the way her eyes seemed to hold hidden pools of unspoken horrors. "Fenedhis (Wolf’s cock).” Ash had already expended her words of wisdom for the day and could find nothing more intelligent to say. “I take it that we were not…well?”

"Poisoned. With red lyrium." Rae's voice hitched, and it was as if the temperature in the room plummeted.

"Red lyrium?" Ash frowned. "That's….I don't know what that is."

"Should've mentioned it earlier," Rae said, tugging at the ends of her hair. "It's lyrium, but tainted. It drives people mad, corrupts everything it touches."

"Creators, that's horrible.”

"Horrible doesn't begin to cover it. Everyone was all different kinds of fucked up. Varric was riddled with the stuff, so much so that it stuck out of him like…like evil crystals or something. Leliana had tried to stage a rescue, I guess, but had gotten herself captured and they’d been…peeling her skin off and draining her blood in some sick experiments. And you…they’d infected you with red lyrium too, but it did something else. It was torture, Ash." She choked on the last word as if it scalded her tongue.

Ash stared at Rae, her eyes wide with horror. She shook her head slowly. "I’m so sorry, Rae." She trailed off, unsure of what else to say.

"The red lyrium amplified your power," Rae said quietly. But it also made you unstable, erratic." She met Ash's gaze, her eyes filled with anguish. You weren't yourself anymore. The lyrium hollowed you out, leaving something twisted behind."

Ash couldn't bring herself to correct Rae's assumption about where her powers originated. Not when Rae looked like she'd been through the Void itself.

Rae took a deep breath. "You were constantly on fire, Ash. I mean that literally. Your skin was covered in flames, but it didn’t burn you. Your eyes glowed like hot coals. You weren’t entirely yourself anymore."

Dread pooled low in Ash’s gut as Rae paused, glancing down at her hands as she fidgeted. "You would speak to yourself, like there was someone else inside your head. You'd argue and yell and scream at the air. But I knew…deep down, buried beneath the red lyrium madness, my sister was still in there. The real you, Ash. I had to believe you weren't totally lost."

A silence hung between them, charged and suffocating, until Rae's breath shuddered out. "You, Varric, Leliana, you all sacrificed yourselves so we could get back. So I could…"

Ash’s heart constricted, the imagined terror all too real. "Rae, I'm so sorry you had to see me - to see us - like that," she said softly. Reaching out, she took her sister's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "But we're here, now. You're not alone in this. We'll find another way that doesn’t end like that."

"Another way?" Rae sniffled.

"Of course," Ash said, grinning despite the gravity of their conversation. "I'm not letting some wannabe magister play dress-up with my magic. Plus, I rather enjoy my complexion un-crispy, thank you very much."

Rae let out a reluctant chuckle, the sound mingling with sorrow and relief. "Un-crispy. Right."

"Besides." Ash nudged Rae's shoulder with her own. "If I'm going up in flames, it better be for something cool. Like trying to take down a fire-breathing dragon to save a damsel in distress."

"Only you would make jokes about self-immolation," Rae said, shaking her head but allowing a genuine smile to break through.

"Someone's got to keep things lit around here," Ash winked, drawing a laugh from Rae that felt like the first clear sky after a storm.

As their laughter faded, they sat together, shoulder to shoulder, finding solace in the absurdity of their shared moment.

Red lyrium. Constant flames. A hollowed-out version of herself, arguing with thin air. She refused to let that happen, to allow Love so much control. The spirit was quiet now, a warm ember nestled in her chest, but Ash couldn't shake the image Rae had painted. Ash had always prided herself on her control, on the delicate balance she maintained between herself and Love. But now, doubt gnawed at her like a rabid dog. What if all her careful restraint was just a facade, ready to crumble at the slightest provocation?

Ash lingered beside Rae - unsure if she should stay or go - after her sister's laughter had dissolved into the quiet of the room, her fingers drumming an idle rhythm on the wooden frame of the bed.

“The Herald of Andraste,” Ash said at last, “Ma’Fenlin (my little wolf), my dear sister, is nothing if not resilient. You will make it through this, and I will be with you every step of the way"

Rae nodded, the ghost of a smirk crossing her lips. "The Herald of Andraste…I hated it at first, but it does have a nice ring to it."

"Of course it does." Ash chuckled, sitting beside Rae. "It's all in the title, you know. Half the battle is won with a good name."

"Is that so?" Rae laughed, her spirits visibly lifted.

"Absolutely.” Their conversation ended, and Ash focused instead on getting Rae ready for bed, despite the protests that she could do it herself. But Ash kept dodging her rebuttals, and eventually, Rae gave in, allowing Ash to tuck her into bed and sing her a quiet song that their mother had sung to them so many years ago - when Ash was still a whole person, and when the weight of the world did not rest on Rae’s slim shoulders.

As they returned to Haven with the news of the mages joining their ranks, Rae was still worn and weary, but lighter than she had been. Rae would need time to recover, and Ash was more than willing to give her that.

How would the Commander take it, she wondered, that they hadn’t simply conscripted the mages, but elevated them to allies - to equals. And why in Mythal’s name was there an excited spark building in her chest at the idea of rubbing it in? Whatever it was, Ash couldn't wait to see the look on the Commander's face when he heard the news.

Next Chapter

A/N: The internet is in disagreement over what colour Varric's eyes are, but the official wiki says brown so that's what I went with.

Just curious, is anyone reading this? I'd love to know!

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andama terkki al-hayya manchiya logaba sakun ola babek al-laylah edha kent behaja elly masadeh ، edha kent behaja elly masadeh saglaq adava almadina sakithab ، agush ، satoussel warshva lajalak ceyda ، lajalak ceyda andama yakon al-aada ola babek sahmolk min al-hareb edha kent behaja elly masadeh ، edha kent behaja elly masadeh amelek whetdley bakhit szasharke maanatak lajalak ceyda ، lajalak ceyda atney aspaba latkade ank stefal al-shayya nufseh balansaba lee wassaval delk min ajlk ، min ajlk habibi ، anne cerda athork sahebeck twyla baad rehilk min acelkip min ajlk linh tannam wahdek abda sahebeck twyla baad rehilk wabaad fetra twaylah min rehilk ، rehilk ، rehilk andama tesket muthall al-tamathal anne daheb lakon hannak laqbad allik dhak ola qudmik ، ant ola qudmik witha kan birk varga cerda shaya simenaani qal lee mae tahtageh mada tohtagen anne astslem basdak luqud falat al-shayya nufseh daema balansaba lee leza ، safal delk min ajlk ، min ajlk habibi ، anne cerda athork sahebeck twyla baaddak

yetia jeewan aponak ushch aaru shukan kari rakhe mai aji rati tomar duwarat thakim yadi aponak sahayar prayojan hoy, yadi aponak sahayar prayojan hoy mai chahar lightbore vandha kari dim mai missa ka'ma, thagim, mai bhiksha karim aaru utkoch dim aponak sustha karival, aponak bhal karival yetia shatruskala aponar duwarat thake mai tomak yuddhar para karhiyai neem yadi aponak sahayar prayojan hoy, yadi aponak sahayar prayojan hoy aponar asha atta sutar dwara olmi ash mai tomar dukh-kashtat bhag lom aponak sustha karival, aponak bhal karival mok vishwas karar karan diok ye apuni more babeo ake karib aaru mai aito aponar babe karim, aponar babe vaby, mai agbadhi thaka nai tumi yower vahudin pisat mai tomak bhal pam aponar babe, aponar babe apuni ketiao akle shub nowar tumi yower vahudin pisat mai tomak bhal pam aaru apuni yower vahu dinar pisat, gucci ga'law, gucci ga'law yetia apuni murtir dare pare tomak dharibal mai gone' taat ason aponak aponar bharit rakhak, apuni aponar bharit rakhak aaru yadi aponar kuwato khali thake kono vastuwe mok vadha dib nowar aponak ki prayojan mok kownk aponak ki prayojan? mai satatar atmasamarpan karon tumi sada more babe acata karisa gotike, mai aito aponar babe karim, aponar babe vaby, mai movin nahay' on tomar vahu dinar pisat mai tomak bhal pamযেতিয়া জীৱনে আপোনাক উচ্চ আৰু শুকান কৰি ৰাখে মই আজি ৰাতি তোমাৰ দুৱাৰত থাকিম যদি আপোনাক সহায়ৰ প্ৰয়োজন হয়, যদি আপোনাক সহায়ৰ প্ৰয়োজন হয় মই চহৰৰ লাইটবোৰ বন্ধ কৰি দিম মই মিছা ক'ম, ঠগিম, মই ভিক্ষা কৰিম আৰু উৎকোচ দিম আপোনাক সুস্থ কৰিবলৈ, আপোনাক ভাল কৰিবলৈ যেতিয়া শত্ৰুসকল আপোনাৰ দুৱাৰত থাকে মই তোমাক যুদ্ধৰ পৰা কঢ়িয়াই নিম যদি আপোনাক সহায়ৰ প্ৰয়োজন হয়, যদি আপোনাক সহায়ৰ প্ৰয়োজন হয় আপোনাৰ আশা এটা সূতাৰ দ্বাৰা ওলমি আছে মই তোমাৰ দুখ-কষ্টত ভাগ লম আপোনাক সুস্থ কৰিবলৈ, আপোনাক ভাল কৰিবলৈ মোক বিশ্বাস কৰাৰ কাৰণ দিয়ক যে আপুনি মোৰ বাবেও একেই কৰিব আৰু মই এইটো আপোনাৰ বাবে কৰিম, আপোনাৰ বাবে বেবী, মই আগবাঢ়ি থকা নাই তুমি যোৱাৰ বহুদিন পিছত মই তোমাক ভাল পাম আপোনাৰ বাবে, আপোনাৰ বাবে আপুনি কেতিয়াও অকলে শুব নোৱাৰে তুমি যোৱাৰ বহুদিন পিছত মই তোমাক ভাল পাম আৰু আপুনি যোৱাৰ বহু দিনৰ পিছত, গুচি গ'ল, গুচি গ'ল যেতিয়া আপুনি মূৰ্তিৰ দৰে পৰে তোমাক ধৰিবলৈ মই গন' তাত আছোঁ আপোনাক আপোনাৰ ভৰিত ৰাখক, আপুনি আপোনাৰ ভৰিত ৰাখক আৰু যদি আপোনাৰ কুঁৱাটো খালী থাকে কোনো বস্তুৱে মোক বাধা দিব নোৱাৰে আপোনাক কি প্ৰয়োজন মোক কওঁক আপোনাক কি প্ৰয়োজন? মই সততাৰে আত্মসমৰ্পণ কৰোঁ তুমি সদায় মোৰ বাবে একেটা কৰিছা গতিকে, মই এইটো আপোনাৰ বাবে কৰিম, আপোনাৰ বাবে বেবী, মই মভিন নহয়' অন তোমাৰ বহু দিনৰ পিছত মই তোমাক ভাল পাম

Երբ կյանքը թողնում է քեզ բարձր ու չոր Ես այս գիշեր քո դռան մոտ կլինեմ Եթե օգնության կարիք ունեք, եթե օգնության կարիք ունեք Ես կփակեմ քաղաքի լույսերը Ստեմ, խաբեմ, կաշառեմ ու կաշառեմ Քեզ լավացնելու համար, քեզ լավ Երբ թշնամիները քո դռան մոտ են Ես քեզ կտանեմ պատերազմից Եթե օգնության կարիք ունեք, եթե օգնության կարիք ունեք Քո հույսը լարից կախված Կկիսվեմ քո տառապանքով, Քեզ լավացնելու համար, քեզ լավ Տվեք ինձ հավատալու պատճառներ Որ ինձ համար նույնը կանեիր Եվ ես դա կանեի քեզ համար, քեզ համար Մանկիկ, չեմ շարժվում Քեզ հեռանալուց հետո երկար կսիրեմ Քեզ համար, քեզ համար Դու երբեք մենակ չես քնի Քեզ հեռանալուց հետո երկար կսիրեմ Եվ քո հեռանալուց հետո երկար, գնաց, գնաց Երբ ընկնում ես արձանի պես Ես գոն եմ' այնտեղ քեզ բռնելու համար Ոտներիդ վրա դիր, ոտքերիդ Եվ եթե ձեր ջրհորը դատարկ է Ոչ մի բան ինձ չի խանգարի Ասեք, թե ինչ է ձեզ պետք Ի՞նչ է ձեզ պետք: Հանձնվում եմ ազնվորեն Դու միշտ ինձ համար նույնը ես արել Ուրեմն, ես կանեի քեզ համար, քեզ համար Մանկիկ, ես movin չեմ' on Քեզ կսիրեմ քեզ քո ետեւից երկար

عندما تتركك الحياة منتشيا وجافا سأكون على بابك الليلة إذا كنت بحاجة إلى مساعدة ، إذا كنت بحاجة إلى مساعدة سأغلق أضواء المدينة سأكذب ، أغش ، سأتوسل ورشوة لجعلك جيدا ، لجعلك جيدا عندما يكون الأعداء على بابك سأحملك من الحرب إذا كنت بحاجة إلى مساعدة ، إذا كنت بحاجة إلى مساعدة أملك يتدلى بخيط سأشاركك معاناتك لجعلك جيدا ، لجعلك جيدا أعطني أسبابا للاعتقاد أنك ستفعل الشيء نفسه بالنسبة لي وسأفعل ذلك من أجلك ، من أجلك حبيبي ، أنا لا أتحرك سأحبك طويلا بعد رحيلك من أجلك، من أجلك لن تنام وحدك أبدا سأحبك طويلا بعد رحيلك وبعد فترة طويلة من رحيلك ، رحيلك ، رحيلك عندما تسقط مثل التمثال أنا ذاهب لأكون هناك للقبض عليك ضعك على قدميك ، أنت على قدميك وإذا كان بئرك فارغا لا شيء سيمنعني قل لي ما تحتاجه ماذا تحتاج؟ أنا أستسلم بصدق لقد فعلت الشيء نفسه دائما بالنسبة لي لذا ، سأفعل ذلك من أجلك ، من أجلك حبيبي ، أنا لا أتحرك سأحبك طويلا بعدك

ሕይወት ከፍ ብሎ ሲደርቅህ ዛሬ ማታ በራችሁ እገኛለሁ እርዳታ የሚያስፈልግህ ከሆነ እርዳታ የሚያስፈልግህ ከሆነ የከተማውን መብራት እዘጋለሁ እዋሻለሁ፣ አጭበረብር፣ እለምናለሁ ጉቦም አንተን ለማትረፍ ጠላቶች በደጅህ እያሉ ከጦርነት መንገድ እሸከማችኋለሁ እርዳታ የሚያስፈልግህ ከሆነ እርዳታ የሚያስፈልግህ ከሆነ ተስፋህ በአውታር ተንጠለጠለ በመከራህ እካፈላለሁ አንተን ለማትረፍ ለማመን ምክንያት ስጠኝ አንተም እንዲሁ ታደርግልኛል እኔም ለአንተ አደርግልሻለሁ ሕፃን አልቀጥልም ከሄድክ ከረጅም ��ዜ በኋላ እወድሃለሁ ለአንተ ለአንተ ብቻህን አትተኛም ከሄድክ ከረጅም ጊዜ በኋላ እወድሃለሁ እና ከረጅም ጊዜ በኋላ፣ ከሄድክ፣ ከሄድክ፣ እንደ ሐውልት ስትወድቅ አንተን ለመያዝ gon ነኝ እግርህን አስቀምጠህ በእግራችሁ ጉድጓድህም ባዶ ከሆነ ምንም ነገር አይከለክለኝም ምን እንደሚያስፈልግህ ንገረኝ ምን ያስፈልግሃል? በሐቀኝነት እጄን እሰጣለሁ ሁሌም ተመሳሳይ ነገር አድርገሃል እንግዲህ ለአንተ አደርግልሃለሁ ህጻን, እኔ አልንቀሳቀሰውም' ከረጅም ጊዜ በኋላ እወድሃለሁ

Kur jeta të lë të lartë e të thatë Do të jem në derën tënde sonte Nëse keni nevojë për ndihmë, nëse keni nevojë për ndihmë Do t'i mbyll dritat e qytetit Do të gënjej, do të mashtroj, do të përgjërohem dhe do të korruptoj Për të të bërë mirë, për të të bërë mirë Kur armiqtë janë në derën tënde Do të të çoj nga lufta. Nëse keni nevojë për ndihmë, nëse keni nevojë për ndihmë Shpresa jote e varur nga një varg Do të marr pjesë në vuajtjet e tua Për të të bërë mirë, për të të bërë mirë Më jep arsye për të besuar Që ti do të bëje të njëjtën gjë për mua Dhe do ta bëja për ty, për ty Zemër, nuk po eci përpara. Do të të dua shumë kohë pasi të kesh ikur. Për ty, për ty Nuk do të flesh kurrë vetëm. Do të të dua shumë kohë pasi të kesh ikur. Dhe shumë kohë pasi të kesh ikur, të ikësh, të ikësh. Kur bie si një statujë Unë jam gon' të jetë atje për të kapur ju Të vë në këmbë, ti në këmbë Dhe nëse pusi yt është bosh Asnjë gjë nuk do të më pengojë Më thuaj çfarë të duhet. Çfarë të duhet? Dorëzohem sinqerisht Ti gjithmonë ke bërë të njëjtën gjë për mua. Do ta bëja për ty, për ty Zemër, unë nuk jam movin' në Do të të dua shumë kohë pas teje

Wanneer die lewe jou hoog en droog laat Ek sal vanaand by jou deur wees As jy hulp nodig het, as jy hulp nodig het Ek sal die stadsligte afskakel Ek sal lieg, kul, ek sal smeek en omkoop Om jou gesond te maak, om jou gesond te maak Wanneer vyande voor jou deur is Ek sal jou weg uit die oorlog dra As jy hulp nodig het, as jy hulp nodig het Jou hoop hang aan 'n tou Ek sal deel in jou lyding Om jou gesond te maak, om jou gesond te maak Gee my redes om te glo Dat jy dieselfde vir my sou doen En Ek sal dit vir jou doen, vir jou Baba, ek gaan nie aan nie Ek sal jou liefhê lank nadat jy weg is Vir jou, vir jou Jy sal nooit alleen slaap nie Ek sal jou liefhê lank nadat jy weg is En lank nadat jy weg is, weg, weg As jy soos 'n standbeeld val Ek gaan daar wees om jou te vang Sit jou op jou voete, jy op jou voete En as jou put leeg is Niks sal my keer nie Vertel my wat jy nodig het Wat het jy nodig? Ek gee eerlik oor Jy het nog altyd dieselfde vir my gedoen So, ek sal dit vir jou doen, vir jou Baby, ek beweeg nie aan nie Ek sal jou lank ná jou liefhê

Жашоо сени кайдыгер жана кургак калтырганда Мен бүгүн кечинде сенин эшигиңде болом Эгер жардам керек болсо, жардам керек болсо, Мен шаардын жарыктарын өчүрөм Калп айтам, алдайм, кайыр сурайм жана пара берем Сени айыктыруу, айыктыруу үчүн Душмандар босогодо болгондо Мен сени согуштан алып кетем Эгер жардам керек болсо, жардам керек болсо, Үмүтүңүз жипке илинип турат Мен сенин азапыңа орто салам Сени айыктыруу, айыктыруу үчүн Ишенүүгө негиз бергиле Сен да мага ушундай кылмаксың Мен муну сен үчүн, сен үчүн кылмакмын Бөбөк, мен андан ары кетпейм Сен кеткенден кийин да сени сүйөм Сен үчүн, сен үчүн Сен эч качан жалгыз уктай албайсың Сен кеткенден кийин да сени сүйөм Жана сен кеткенден көп убакыт өткөндөн кийин, жок болуп, жок болуп кетет Статуя сыяктуу жыгылганда Мен сени кармап алуу үчүн ошол жерде болом Сени бутуңа тургуз, сени бутуңа тургуз. Эгер сенин кудуң бош болсо Мага эч нерсе тоскоолдук кыла албайт Эмне керек экенин айт Сизге эмне керек? Мен чынчылдык менен багынып берем Сен мага дайыма ушундай кылдың. Ошентип, мен муну сен үчүн, сен үчүн кылмакмын Бөбөк, мен андан ары кыймылдаган жокмун Мен сени көпкө чейин сүйөм

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