#capimavu

We have always been together since that day, when life wants to take away the little we can protect, where death will never be compassionate with us, but looking at each other before this promise, there will always be a future in which we can be happy from the claws of darkness. I never want to know what it would be like if I had never met you; perhaps someone who wouldn't live as long as I do now.

An eternity by your side is a gift I do not intend to take away; dancing in the moonlight, this promise made us who we are to shine, and these hands held together against the thorns and destruction will never separate us.

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Enjoy my Medieval fanfic with Princess Mavuika/Knight Capitano.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81757951

Yes.

That was him.

Every fracture, every fall, each and every one of his screams, his tears, fears, anger, outbursts... they were all him. That man is Thrain Christensen; Capitano is Thrain. That mask that mocked, destroyed, fought with skill, and fled was also him. They were all him. The man respected, feared, hated, and loved was completely him.

And now the man who is alive and still standing beside Natlan, beside Mavuika, Thrain Christensen, that is me. There is no one else but me; tomorrow I will be another version of myself. A tomato can change, but it remains the same essence.

Chapter 4 and final is ready.

Prequel to the fanfic One Last Look Before We See Each Other Again

He doesn’t miss her.

He doesn’t love her.

He doesn’t desire her.

Chapter 3 is ready.

Prequel to the fanfic One Last Look Before We See Each Other Again

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80369461/chapters/211656671

But could only look ahead. Whatever his heart told him, he did not plan to return to Snezhnaya until this story was finished. With his doom, or his surrender to the slaughterhouse. With the sight of the redhead's face illuminating the sun again.

Tartaglia stood alone on the dock, watching how the imposing silhouette of the man of steel was lost in the sea mist.

Brought a hand to his pocket, brushing for a second the box of wooden chopsticks that he still carried with him, and whispered to the wind while clutching the chopsticks against himself firmly. As if Xiansheng were there.

- Good luck... old fool. You're going to need it.

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Chapter 2 is ready.

Prequel to the fanfic One Last Look Before We See Each Other Again

«They say that fire purify, but I only saw how your absence petrified in every corner of my mind. I hated the stone before learning to hate your name; I detested the devotion of those who worship ashes while ignoring the flames.

I lost myself in the cold to flee from your monuments, from our memories, believing that time was a friend who could kill your presence. But upon returning, there you were: intact, trapped in that smile that mocks my centuries of winter. I don't know what insult I hurled at your silence that night, nor why my lips sought the impossible warmth of your face.

Or perhaps it was just the delirium of someone who has spent too long embracing a shadow they could never let go of»

Chapter 1 is ready.

Prequel to the fanfic One Last Look Before We See Each Other Again

★This is what Anastasia meant, what she feels for Thrain, which she cannot deny... It hurts. Does love hurt this much?

In her past times, she has lost warriors and people she could consider her friends in war. The first tears fell like rivers, but after so much repetition of death and closing herself off, only felt numb. When did that stop? ...Because of Thrain? Because of Kinich and Iansan? ...

...No... focus, Mavuika...★

Chapter 4 is ready.

The darkness had made them free, and that "error" of Mavuika’s spying behind the mask, turned out to be the bridge to a sinful blessing, sweet as the apple from Eden. They had tasted the forbidden fruit and now knew that nothing in the world was worth more than that bond.

The sin had been transformed into their greatest treasure; one they would carry engraved on their souls for all eternity.

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Final Chapter is here.

Won't stop?

So be it. He will leave her broken by the end of the night. How villainous he is, so just, so cruel, so gentle.

My Thrain... don't you dare stop.

The fun is just beginning. The birds of Natlan know the screams among the sheets; an empty camp for two people who desire each other. They say solitude is the greatest freedom. They create that proverb as kisses abound until they are feverish. A hell that doesn't plan to stop burning.

They don't have the power to stop it. Perhaps that is the purpose of leaving the walls behind, letting morals go extinct and fear of the abyss be returned.

The animalistic and beautiful love in the arms that hold you is their only truth.

The reality in the darkness that no one will know, and the night will devour until the sun rises.

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Chapter 3 is Ready.