#tdp prompts

[tdp-prism-event-2024]

sorry if this is dumb but can you give an example of something that is extracanon, I don't want to get it wrong

For the second week, Chains, I may choose to focus on suffering as something that weighs us down or imprisons us. I might write a fic that explores how Claudia deals with the events of season 5 without Terry to ground her. Does her suffering become too much? Does she grow darker? Does she give up and not even try? Does she find someone else to share the load?

Those themes would be fun for me to explore. Choose an idea you love and run with it!

[thrandilf]

Easy pickings, it seemed.

She crept up on the seemingly asleep form on the beach. Honestly, he seemed dead. She preferred her prey to still have a heartbeat, but she wasn't going to be picky.

Kim'dael got right over him, frowning as she sniffed. His pale skin under his greying hair was pale from exhaustion, though nothing was blue yet. Alive? Maybe not. However, he still seemed fresh. She leaned down—

"AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUHH!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

He bolted up and screamed, eliciting Kim'dael's shriek in response, falling backwards into the sand. The man seemed to be regaining his senses. She vanished in a cloud of embarrassed red, leaving him panting on the sand, looking around with bewilderment.

Yikes. She hoped to never see him again.

Viren + Kim'dael

Sea Of The Castout

[its-leethee]

mother's day and a bedtime story for the little prince

[thatartiststudios]

This July, we're diving into two weeks of pure magic, adventure, and love with our favorite couple, Rayla and Callum. Join us for a special Rayllum celebration that’s sure to enchant and inspire.

Every other day, we'll have a unique prompt designed to spark your creativity. Whether you're an artist or a writer, you're invited to contribute your creations and share with the community.

(Thanks to @raayllum for helping me with the prompts! <3)

July 1st: Thinking of You Under Every Full Moon

July 3rd: Stay With Me/Don't Leave Me

July 5th: Hands/Touch-starved

July 7th: Flowers

July 9th: "I Still Love You"/Reconciliation

July 11th: Dream/Nightmare

July 13th: Promise

July 15th: Second First Kiss (Yall know what I mean)

July 17th: A Prince and His Princess

July 19th: Magic

July 21st: An Outside Perspective (This one in particular, I imagine as either, Rayla's parents' perspective on her and Callum, or even Soren, whoever you like!)

July 23rd: "I Don't Deserve You"/"You Deserve Everything"

July 25th: You're The Moon In My Sky/"Like the Sky can't exist without the Moon, I can't exist without you" (slight edit to this prompt! Hope you don't mind)

Feel free to go as crazy as you like with these prompts! And if you have any questions, don't hesitate to send me a DM or an ask! Have fun!

The tag will be just "Rayllum Month 2024"

[milevenstancyendgame]

You can't tell me that "Mr Mage" and his "magical staff" wouldn't be expressions heavily used in Rayla and Callum's bedroom talk.

[raayllum]

today in "random dragon prince thoughts": who did viren leave in charge of katolis as he and everyone else left to wage war on xadia in s3? councilman saleer is the only member who seemingly goes with, so assumedly the rest of the council stayed behind. how did ezran's homecoming go with them and were they disbanded/removed?

[numptypylon]

For your drabble prompts requests, perhaps Callum asking Rayla about her time in Scumport?

Can't wait to read what you put out! :)

This one, I already partly wrote, because it's part of the Scumport chapter of Downtime's Up, I finished up a section and reworked it a bit to be more of a stand-alone drabble. In four chapters' time, I'll post the rest of it :)

Hope you enjoy, and thank you for asking! Obviously, I agree with you on wanting him to ask about this 😄

“Rayla you… the way you talk about being beat up in actual fighting pits like it’s just… Tuesday, I-“

“It wasn’t like it was a good Tuesday,” she shrugged.

“But it wasn’t an outlier.” he said, his jaw clenched tight, his fists at his side, his whole being… wound up. “As your Tuesdays went.” No humor at all. No question. “It wasn’t the worst time you had in those two years.”

“No.” It hadn’t even been the worst time she’d had that week.

“Rayla, that’s fucking messed up! You do get that that’s messed up, right?!”

She looked down in the mud. Mess was right. It hadn’t felt like anything at the time, but… it wasn’t nothing, either. It’d stuck with her for a while, the laughter, the jarring impact of that fist, the taste of dirt and blood and humiliation and failure-

Alright, so… maybe it was still a little bit stuck with her.

“I… I didn’t like it. It was… not fun. But it was-“

There was the creak of some door, and she jumped, her hand going for Runaan’s bow, before she saw a skinny lad with a broom, going about his shitty day in this shitty place where shitty things happened… that she couldn’t change for him. Or for herself.

What had happened in this place had happened, and worse things by far had happened and would happen.

It was life so… it had to be okay.

“…okay-“ she finished.

Callum’s fists released and his eyes softened, his arms reaching for her.

His embrace was gentle, but tight all the same, one of his arms pulling her flush against him, the other sliding up her back to cradle her head.

And for some reason, it felt suddenly and all at once not okay anymore.

“I thought I saw you, up there. Your red scarf, your eyes. You’re fucking distracting, you know, even when you aren’t even there.” She sniffled, somehow bubbling out easily, here, in the circle of his arms where there was room for weakness. The last time she had been in these pits, that weakness had quite literally earned her a fist in the face, but… now?

Now the scarf was real; he was real.

Now, there was room.

He didn’t move and his embrace didn’t let up, for what felt like a long time. His thumb stroked gently along her jaw where the bruise had been, again and again, like he could erase some mark that was already long gone.

“Was that why you lost?” he asked, his breath making a strand of her hair tickle against her cheek.

It’d be easy to lie; it really was a question, this time.

“Yes.”

-> The original prompt posting

-> Downtime's Up, the verse these take place in

[sorinethemastermind]

16 & 20 for Sorvus🙏🏻

 Corvus had really tried to keep an eye on Soren. He had promised Claudia, after all. She’d made it very clear what would happen otherwise. But in the mass of gyrating bodies, roaring music, and strobing lights it had been far too easy for him to slip away into the crowd. Corvus cursed under his breath as somebody bumped into him, sloshing part of their drink down his front. They didn’t even notice in whatever haze they were in; just continued dancing. He swerved around them, ringing whatever it was from his shirt as best he could. He hated parties.

 The only reason he had agreed to come to this one was because Soren had asked. Corvus had to admit he’d been surprised. They’d been playing on the Katolis Crownguards together for years and the other boy had never seemed to show any particular interest in him. But something about Soren had changed recently. And whatever had changed had also brought him waltzing across the locker room after practice to ask Corvus if he wanted to go to the New Year’s Eve party. And for some stupid reason Corvus had said yes. Even though he hated parties and he’d already made plans with Gren and Amaya. She’d rolled her eyes when he canceled on them, but Gren had tried to be supportive and offer words of encouragement. That might have been worse. It was certainly more embarrassing.

 And then he’d shown up, and Soren’s sister had been there, ducking out the door giggling with boyfriend in tow. She’s drawn up short when she saw him, then thrown her arms wide and grinned, swallowing him in a gigantic hug. 

 “Corvus!” she’d cried. “Thank god you’re here. Can you keep an eye on Sor-bear for me?”

 Her breath had reeked of alcohol and mistakes about to be made. But he’d just nodded, even as she warned him that for all Soren might boast, he couldn’t handle his booze and that Corvus was under no circumstances to let him have more than three drinks.

 “How many has he had already?” Corvus had asked.

 She’d thought for a moment. “Five!”

 Corvus had been about to ask how that was supposed to work, but she was already skipping down the drive and away, dragging Terry with her (he at least gave Corvus an apologetic smile before allowing himself to be pulled behind a bush). Corvus had sighed, rolled up his metaphorical sleeves (it was too cold to actually do it) and gone inside.

 He had caught sight of Soren several times over the course of the night, usually by the cooler, often surrounded by the other members of the Katolis Crownguards. But by the time that Corvus had fought his way through the crowd, he had vanished, melting back into the throng of celebrating teenagers. That was how Corvus ended up with drink spilled down his front. 

 Giving up, he pushed frustratedly through to the bathroom. It was occupied, but the door was open, and he took that as an excuse to kick out the pair of lovesick seniors who clearly weren’t using it correctly. They ran off giggling and he was able to close the door behind them and block out some of the noise.

 Corvus took off his shirt and wrung it out over the sink before slipping it back on, wrinklier and still smelling strongly of vodka. He should never have let himself be this stupid. What had he been thinking? New Year’s Eve parties are always like this. They’ve always been like this and they always will be like this. And he was stupid to think that he could like one, no matter who had invited-

 Corvus opened the door to find Soren standing there. Alright, standing was a stretch. He had very clearly had more than three drinks (and probably more than five) and it looked like he probably would be on the floor without the support of the banister. And yet there was still a plastic cup in his hand, newly filled by the looks of it. 

“Corvus!” Soren exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air and sloshing the contents of the cup onto the floor. “You made it! Guys, look, Corvus made it!” 

 Corvus looked around, but the announcement had been made to a mostly empty hallway. Certainly not to anybody he recognized.

 “How many of those have you had?” he asked, pointing to the cup in a desperate attempt to live up to Claudia’s (drunken and most likely misguided) trust.

 “Oh, uh. I don’t know.” Soren mused, taking a few lopsided steps forward. “Seven-”

 “That’s not so bad.”

 “-ty four?”

 Corvus was about to explain why that number was highly improbable, but decided it would be breath wasted. 

 “Let’s get you some water.” he said instead, guiding Soren over to sit on the edge of the tub even as he plucked the plastic cup from his hand and dumped it’s contents into the sink.

 Once he was satisfied that Soren wouldn't fall backwards and hurt himself, he rinsed the cup out a few times (just to be safe) and filled it with water from the tap. Soren didn’t even seem to notice that the cup had been absent by the time he’d slipped it back into his hand.

 “You’re so perfect.” Soren said as Corvus sat down next to him, one hand steadying him. “Did you know that? You should know that. People probably tell you allllll the time. How can anyone be so perfect?”

 “Soren, drink your water.” 

 “Maybe you’re just a dream.” he continued, but afterwards he did take a sip. 

 “But not like a nightmare. No, not like a nightmare.” Soren shook his head violently, something he seemed to regret immediately after. “Like a good dream. A good, good dream.”

 Corvus tried to ignore what he was saying. Sure, if he hadn't of been drunk, then this would probably be a scene right out of one of Corvus’ own dreams. But he was drunk. Corvus reminded himself of that several times. He was drunk, so none of this was real. It might as well be a dream, for all the truth in it.

 “Wait no.” Soren said after a moment of silence, holding up a finger as if to ask for pause. “This is not a dream. I think. Cause in my dreams, we’re usually kissing.”

 And that did catch Corvus’ attention despite his best efforts.

 “We’re usually… kissing?”

 “Yeah.” Soren nodded, a little more gingerly this time. “Yuppers.”

 Corvus ignored the word yuppers. “Do you… do you like me?”

 “Why wouldn’t I like you?” Soren asked, perplexed. Corvus wasn’t sure if it was because of the amount of alcohol in his system or if it was actually a stupid question to ask. “Of course I like you. You’re Corvus.”

 “Then did you… did you invite me…” Corvus glanced around, and even though it was just them, he still whispered the last bit of his question. “As a date?”

 “What? Nooooo.” Soren said, and Corvus' heart dropped to his stomach. His face burned as Soren continued; "You're Corvus.”

 “Yeah. I’m Corvus.” he agreed quietly, feeling silly. Of course Soren didn’t like him back. He’d invited all of the Crownguards. And after all, like Soren had said, he was Corvus.

 But Soren wasn’t done yet. “You’re Corvus.” he said again. “You’re so cool, and classy, and you play the giant violin-”

 “Cello.”

 “That’s what I said. You’re just like so… Corvus.”

 “And is that… a good thing?”

 “Duh.” Soren slapped him on the back so hard Corvus nearly fell forward onto the floor. But he was laughing, and then they were both laughing. After a moment Soren fell silent, and he stared into his little plastic cup the way people stare into shot glasses in movies.

 “And I’m so… Soren. You’re all cool and cute and confident and I’m all… not.”

 “What are you talking about?” Corvus asked, genuinely confused. “You’re one of the most confident people I know.”

 He didn’t add that Soren was also definitely cute.

 Soren snorted, and though there was still a bit of a slur in his voice as he spoke, his expression was downcast. “I’m so not confident. I’m like… I’m like stupid, and not smart, and worthless.”

 Corvus wasn’t really sure what to say to that, so instead he just looped an arm around Soren’s shoulders, which did seem to successfully distract them both from anything else that had been happening. So they just sat there for a moment, until eventually Soren freed his own arm from where it was trapped between them and looped it around Corvus’ shoulders in turn. 

 “This is nice.” he said. “Why don’t we do this all the time?”

 “Well-” Corvus began, but he cut himself off. “I don’t know.”

 “We should. I think I’d like that.” And then Soren ruined the moment by winking at him and adding; “Dream boy.”

 Corvus could just imagine Amaya rolling her eyes. But he banished her spectral presence, feeling heat rising in his cheeks. Which Soren then proceeded to poke. 

 “What are you doing?” Corvus asked, startled.

 “Making sure you’re real.” Soren replied, poking him again. “See. You are real. So that’s cool.”

 “Yes. Very cool.”

[0multifandomweirdo0]

One thing Rayla didn't tell Callum was about elves and their horns.

Callum touched her horns once. They always fascinated him so he couldn't resist. Rayla's cheeks were flushed, but she didn't protest. That's why Callum never thought it was weird to occasionally touch her horns that made her so beautiful.

Once, when Rayla was visiting her family, Callum lightly ran his fingers over one of her horns. He was already doing it automatically, but the feeling of joy remained.

Rayla's parents, all four of them, almost lost their temper at the scene.

It was only then that Rayla revealed to Callum that only lifelong partners ever touch their loved one's horns.

[venice-1987]

TDPtober 2-love

Summary: Corvus reflects on what he loves

Pairings: Soren x Corvus (Of course its Sorvus, its me writing this :P)

There was much traced into the lines of his memory. The way the chill of autumn was drawn into the lungs, refreshing the body from the heat of summer. The way the leaves became dry and brittle underfoot, nourishing the earth for the coming spring. A home in the alleys of trees, off beaten paths and into the thickets, where the greenery sheltered him like a warm blanket. 

He had dedicated himself to remember his parents, the home cooked meals from his father, carefully spooning the dish onto his empty plate. A mother, and her barely contained love in a crushing embrace, laughing as he tried to breathe and flailed, pretending to attempt an escape. He remembered their pride when he was recruited to be among Amaya’s scouts, and the same shine in their eyes when Soren had accepted him as a crownguard. 

And Soren. It felt like if anything had made itself at home in his thoughts, it was him. Some things good. The way he leapt into hugging Corvus in the mushroom forest. Some things bad. The tired lines under his eyes after the return to a burned home. Some things terrible. The wailing sobs, inhuman screams tearing at his throat at the loss of a sister, not literally, but through change. She had become unrecognizable, and he grieved in privacy until Corvus had found him. 

But nothing came close to everything Soren had done in love. It felt as if he tried to forget, that a core part of his mind would be lost, and he wouldn’t be the same, lobotomized and left changed. The laugher Soren always seemed to bring, the smile tugging at his lips when he looked eagerly to see if he had succeeded in bringing a little bit more joy into Corvus’s day. They way he had taken Corvus’s hand, correcting the positioning on the sword, helping him improve a little more. The way he took note of when Corvus was overwhelmed, and the gentle way he guided Corvus to safety. The way he was kind. The way he pushed Corvus to become better just by virtue of being good himself. 

There was one day Corvus would never forget, that encapsulated everything he knew Soren to be. It was a bad day for the both of them. Corvus had taken the destruction of Katolis poorly, the home he had come to love had gone, which made him think of the homes and the people he had left behind. He realized that he had sunken into his solitude too readily, not writing like he should have. The resounding guilt multiplied the tension in his body with the sensory overload that the refugee camp had become that day. But there was ceaseless work to be done, and he ran himself ragged that despite it. 

When he saw Soren around camp, he knew his captain was doing no good either. He wondered if this time, it was because of Viren’s haunting memory, or the lingering reminder of a once familiar Claudia in every broken stone, in every hidden pathway that was not collapsed and used in recovery missions. He had once led Corvus and Opeli and Barius and later the young king Ezran out of those passages. He wondered if, then, Soren had recognized that his family would never be the same as it once did. 

Corvus had returned to their shared tent expecting Soren to be curled on his sleeping mat, wanting to be left in peace. He did not expect Soren to be there with a plate of peanut caramel pies, one of his favorite treats, and some strange looking curved stick with two wads of cotton on either end. He sat crossed legged, his shoulders hunched over in clear fatigue and his smile tired. But it reached his eyes. When he spoke, it carried the weight of the day in its softness. 

“You looked stressed today,” he said. “I asked Barius to make these, and I made this. I call it a noise-stopper. You put it over your ears.” Soren held up his invention, waiting for permission. When Corvus nodded, he leaned forward, setting the cotton pads gently over Corvus’s ears. It did not stop the noise completely, but it provided a hefty shield against what made noise overwhelming in the first place. The texture felt nice on his skin, too, much like the sheep’s soft wool that made the clothes he wore. 

Corvus did not know what to say, so he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Soren’s in a grateful kiss. At that point, their tentative relationship had not gone anywhere past hand holding, and looks that said ‘I’m starting to see you as something different. I’m sorry it took this tragedy to finally notice.’ He did not think the kiss would be rejected, and he was glad to see it returned with the same energy he put into it. Neither was surprised in the development, but it was nice to have confirmation. Their sleeping mats had been gradually drifting closer to each other every night for the past two weeks, and they finally closed the distance completely that day. Corvus’s head tucked into the crook of Soren’s neck as they fell asleep, both knowing they loved, and were loved. 

[moon-sky-sun-earth-ocean-stars]

Dargon prince writing prompts

I decided to do a post to ideas and prompts I have or recieved of the dragon prince, so people might decide to write them. Feel free to use them. It would be nice to get credit or message if you do use them but it's not necessary. If you have other ideas write me in the comments or in a message and I might add them to this list. If you do write a fic for one of this prompts and you'll send it to me I'll add a link to it in the post.

Sunfire elves royal family

Rayla and Suroh meet again

Trenda and Pozili (because they both scholars skywing elves)

Runaan's thoughts when he sees Tiadrin and Lain in the coins

Eltha and Somma meet and talk about botanics or has a special botanic project together

Soren in camp Katolis

Terry coming out as trans

Astrid coming out as trans

Villads adventures

Why Darys was in Scumport (ideas: could be because he lost sunforge dagger, or maybe he was undercover, or he has a hobby of going to fighting pits, or he started to trade goods from the human kingdoms after the border was opened and that why he went to Scumport)

Rayla meets Tressal in Chasing Shadows

Viren coping with Lissa leaving

In the lore book of tales of xadia there are many short folk stories, each of them can be idea for a fanfic.

Lira and Somma in bun bun fire night in Silvergrove

[arcadianmoonshadowjedi]

Rayllum Month 2024 - July 15th: Second First Kiss

Callum and Rayla stood with their hands on their knees and panted, along with Sneezeles and Stella who sighed in relief on Callum’s shoulders. The massive explosion, followed by the inferno that nearly overtook the ship which lead Callum to rush in to Rayla’s aid, was finally gone thanks to his spell. The smoke was still too thick and suffocating, causing them both to cough. They leaned on each other, arm in arm, and helped each other walk out.

They finally reached an exit, leaving behind the scorching fumes of the ship and went into the freezing winds of the Frozen Sea. They felt their faces start to sting from the sudden temperature change. The two of them focused on catching their breath despite the air being too cold for their lungs. They finally faced each other, checking if they were each doing well. Then suddenly, they rushed into each other’s arms.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” Callum said, his voice deep with emotion, as his arms tightened around her. They breathed deeply as they held each other then pulled back.

Callum then reached for Rayla’s cheeks and cupped them in his hands, warming her skin from the bitter cold surrounding her. Much to her surprise, he immediately pulled her face closer to his and she felt his lips against hers. Rayla’s eyes were wide open and her whole body felt petrified. So many thoughts and feelings ran through her head all at once as her heart pounded in her chest and she felt her whole body consumed by a rush.

Callum slowly pulled away, but leaned his forehead against hers, slowly opening his eyes to look straight into hers. He felt a tinge of awkwardness, wondering if he acted too soon as he noticed her dazed look. Before he could back away or say anything, Rayla wrapped her hands around his neck and kept him close.

More, her eyes signaled to him.

They simultaneously closed their eyes and their lips met once again. With each passing moment, their kiss grew more intense and passionate. Rayla ran her fingers through Callum’s soft hair, and he gripped her back with one hand and her head in his other, leaving no gap between them and neither of them planning to let go anytime soon.

Once they finally pulled away, they looked into each other’s eyes and let out a soft giggle. For the first time in two years, they were this close to each other again.

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

Rayllum Month 2024! (5/13)

you know i still love you, babe

July 9th - “I Still Love You”–Reconciliation

~

Rayla poked her head into Callum’s room. “Hey, is Stella in here?”

He looked up from petting said cuddlemonkey nestled under his arm. “Maybe.”

She sat down on the bench at the end of his bed, resting her arms on the mattress to look at Callum, cuddled up with Bait and Stella. “They’ve been spending an awful lot of time with you lately.”

“Guess magical creatures just like Ocean mages,” Callum said lamely. Ezran was the animal whisperer of their group, but he didn’t have to speak Glowtoad to know that the animals had been worrying about him.

Which they had no reason to do.

Really.

He was fine.

Sources, he sounded like Rayla. Now he understood why she kept things all bottled up; she didn’t want to worry him, make him deal with her problems even though he wanted to. It was so different now that they were in the other’s place.

“They’re good judges of character,” Rayla commented, fidgeting her fingers.

He crawled over to her on his stomach, propping his head up on one hand and using the other to fiddle with one of her tiny braids. “That would explain why Stella loves you. And why they hang out with Ez all the time.”

She nodded absently, eyes glazing out of focus.

“Whatcha worrying about?”

“Tomorrow. I know you are, too.”

“I’m trying not to think about it,” Callum admitted. “We can only prepare so much before it becomes paranoia.”

“You can never account for all the things that will go wrong,” Rayla argued. “Runaan-” She stopped, meeting his eyes as Callum fought to keep his expression kindly neutral. He wasn’t exactly the fondest of Runaan, considering he’d killed Harrow and put it in Rayla’s head that she needed to sacrifice herself in order to be loved.

But Rayla loved him. That was enough for Callum to put his own ill will aside.

She looked away again. “Runaan always said that if something can go wrong, then it will. Anything you can think of can happen, so prepare for it and be ready.”

“Runaan also said that assassins are already dead. You look pretty alive to me.” Callum traced a finger along her jaw, and her eyes fluttered shut as she exhaled.

Rayla nodded in assent. “But I also learned it for myself when I was gone. When I prepared, I walked away with fewer injuries. When I went with the flow, things…” Her eyes dropped away, watching her fingernails pick at the wooden bench beneath her, “went sideways a lot.”

Callum nodded. Rayla didn’t talk much about those two years, but considering how little she slept, how often he’d awoken to find her quietly watching him in the night, her face glistening with sweat, and not to mention the scars and bruises he’d glimpsed, he could gather enough information about what it had been like.

“There are two of us now,” he said, squeezing her hand and taking his time in locking their fingers together. Hers were small and cold, especially compared to his own, enveloping hers completely and filling him with the warm desire to protect her, to shield her from everything the world could throw at them. “You’re not alone anymore, and you never will be. Ever again. Okay?”

Read more on AO3!

[its-leethee]

game night - check

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[milevenstancyendgame]

Rayllum - Moon and Sky

For #rayllum month 2024, last day: "You're the moon in my sky"

I decided to write a poem about Rayllum entitled "Moon and Sky". :3 You can listen to it above and read below.

I decided to post a day early, because I think by tomorrow no one will be in control of their brain any more.xD

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆Moon and Sky⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

She is the moon

and he is the sky.

He holds her steadily,

but with all the space that she needs.

She lights him up,

creating a bright path in his darkness.

Although she may hide,

and become a traveler cloaked in shadow -

she is never truly gone from him,

for he will always carry her.

Because she is the wind beneath his wings,

she makes his eyes sparkle

like moon opals on the ocean.

She rides on a silver barque

through a sea of clouds,

learning how to navigate

and staring in awe

at the stars in his soul.

Whether she is new,

or half,

or full -

Her love does not wane.

Whether he is cloudy,

or rainy,

or serene -

his love does not change.

They are bound

In a sacred dance,

ethereal and ancient;

moving together through all uncertainty,

for all eternity.

For their love is a gravity

beyond magic.