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"Very well. I am here because all the Divine Knights are. My existence is only tiny fraction of you, or me as it happens, but we are all linked and interwoven, through time, fate, and more literally. Within Rean is a bit of each of us, and in each of us is a bit of Rean."
He doesn't say anything as she works, but he does watch her. Because she believes she can do, she can do it. But there are hundreds of thousands of dead to dispose of.
It takes a long time for one woman.
At first it also doesn't seem to do anything really. There's so many corpses that one or two or a dozen or a hundred or a thousand make no dent int the piles of the dead.
Make no dent in the atmosphere.
But, slowly, very slowly, there begins to be a shift. And as she finally finishes about halfway, the light seems to get better, less gloomy.
It takes a long time for one woman.
At first it also doesn't seem to do anything really. There's so many corpses that one or two or a dozen or a hundred or a thousand make no dent int the piles of the dead.
Make no dent in the atmosphere.
But, slowly, very slowly, there begins to be a shift. And as she finally finishes about halfway, the light seems to get better, less gloomy.
She's used to being in places where time shifts oddly, so spending weeks or months doing this, really is not a big deal to her.
Yes, it is terrible, but it's supposed to be.
Every time she finishes a grave, she wills gladiolus and white heather flowers to leave behind.
But knowing she is having an effect only makes her more determined, and she keeps at it.
Yes, it is terrible, but it's supposed to be.
Every time she finishes a grave, she wills gladiolus and white heather flowers to leave behind.
But knowing she is having an effect only makes her more determined, and she keeps at it.
Predictably;
"There isn't anything to make up for."
Is what he says. But he isn't stopping her from pulling, he's definitely, obviously, excited and interested. Though he lifts his hands and frames he face with them, tilting her face towards his to pause the action.
"If this is what you want--I mean, I definitely want you. Do you want to go somewhere a bit nicer?"
If she even imagines a "somewhere nicer" at the words the scenery will certainly shift to the setting she envisions.
"There isn't anything to make up for."
Is what he says. But he isn't stopping her from pulling, he's definitely, obviously, excited and interested. Though he lifts his hands and frames he face with them, tilting her face towards his to pause the action.
"If this is what you want--I mean, I definitely want you. Do you want to go somewhere a bit nicer?"
If she even imagines a "somewhere nicer" at the words the scenery will certainly shift to the setting she envisions.
When she is two thirds done, Rean starts crying. It's silent, but he doesn't stop.
By the time she has buried the last corpse and all that's left is the bone throne, the blood to mop up, and Rean, he's curled in on himself sobbing.
And yet now, every step is lighter and heavier, the light is not bright here but it is gentler, and the flowers bloom on every grave.
Obviously most of the graves have no markers, but some do, small stones with a name. Just as most of the corpses had no faces or even genders. Some did.
By the time she has buried the last corpse and all that's left is the bone throne, the blood to mop up, and Rean, he's curled in on himself sobbing.
And yet now, every step is lighter and heavier, the light is not bright here but it is gentler, and the flowers bloom on every grave.
Obviously most of the graves have no markers, but some do, small stones with a name. Just as most of the corpses had no faces or even genders. Some did.
She does use her magic to wash the blood away in a pure tide, not out of laziness or disrespect, this is simply the power of water. To cleanse and rejuvenate.
She is immensely powerful, but the fact that it stretches so far...is that something she could do normally or simply because she is using the power of belief in this place?
Perhaps it does not matter.
"The gladiolus flower signifies remembrance while white heather symbolizes protection and indicates that wishes will come true," she starts, as she finds him when her work is finally, finally finished.
She is immensely powerful, but the fact that it stretches so far...is that something she could do normally or simply because she is using the power of belief in this place?
Perhaps it does not matter.
"The gladiolus flower signifies remembrance while white heather symbolizes protection and indicates that wishes will come true," she starts, as she finds him when her work is finally, finally finished.
Crow certainly feels Rean's pleasure and arousal. Not just in the two very hard cocks rubbing on him, one against his thigh and one against his ass, but just. From Rean. Around him, a heavy and pleasant lust that isn't just that, it's love and desire and affection and want.
And Rean leaving a mark in the shape of his teeth on Crow's shoulder before moving.
There's a slight, heart-assisted reconfiguration, so Crow's still on Rean's lap, with Rean teasingly grinding against him, but he's facing the other Rean now, pulled out of his first kiss to be kissing the other one, but only briefly.
"Can you manage to lower yourself without help?"
And Rean leaving a mark in the shape of his teeth on Crow's shoulder before moving.
There's a slight, heart-assisted reconfiguration, so Crow's still on Rean's lap, with Rean teasingly grinding against him, but he's facing the other Rean now, pulled out of his first kiss to be kissing the other one, but only briefly.
"Can you manage to lower yourself without help?"
"Are you crying?"
oh no OH NO? Is he gonna LOSE CONTROL? why is he upset??
oh no OH NO? Is he gonna LOSE CONTROL? why is he upset??
[ The emotions around Crow are a heady feeling, heightening Crow's own reciprocating feelings even as he shifts from kissing one Rean to the other. He considers the cock grinding pleasantly against him for a brief moment before he nods. ]
Yeah... pretty sure I've got this.
[ He takes a careful moment to position himself as best as he can before he starts slowly, slowly lowering himself onto Rean's cock. ]
Yeah... pretty sure I've got this.
[ He takes a careful moment to position himself as best as he can before he starts slowly, slowly lowering himself onto Rean's cock. ]
As I suspected.
[Ew though? And after he gave up on the idea of immortality...]
So it's all the final Awakeners after all. How exactly did that happen?
[Ew though? And after he gave up on the idea of immortality...]
So it's all the final Awakeners after all. How exactly did that happen?
Her face softens and she imagines something very specific: that, at least for now, the chains don't disappear, they simply change. He is still bound, but they become several rings around her fingers, instead. He still will retain his emotional control, the curse will remain sealed as long as these rings exist, and they will continue to exist until she explicitly wills them otherwise.
She believes this with all her heart.
Then, and only then, will she close the distance to wrap her arms around his head and neck.
She believes this with all her heart.
Then, and only then, will she close the distance to wrap her arms around his head and neck.
She gently, patiently pets his hair and does not hush him. She imagines there's so much he needs to let out.
She will wait for as long as it takes.
She will wait for as long as it takes.
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