#dcathified

But this night was different. She was not whaling on her past - those she harmed, those who she stole from others. She was thinking of him. She wished he would come to her, embrace her in her arms so she can forget her sins && crimes for even a minute. Staring up at the ceiling of her tent,  remaining almost dangerously still to the point she could easily be mistaken for a corpse.

She wished he would return to her this night, even if for only a moment.

But then, like a newly grown flower, an unusual thought passed her mind. She always waits for his return, sitting at her tent nearly torturing herself to endure the lonely times. Why does she always wait... when she could be the one to go to him.

The thought was wild, but she did not care. Anything would be better than this endless loneliness. Slowly rising from her bed, putting her feet to the ground, she looked towards the door. Deep inside her, worry began growing. What if he’s coming && she will not be there to answer? What would he think? That she abandoned him?

The thought scared her very being.

But she realized he could be out there, wishing he could be with her at this very moment, craving for her embrace. Craving for the almost surreal high they both get when they embrace each other. For those times they think not of their past, but only of the present.

She has made up her mind. This time... she will go out to find him. Muttering only one phrase to herself over && over:

❛ I don’t want to be alone anymore ❜

She raised herself from her bed, stepping out of her tent && looking up at the sky. If there was a maiden she could turn to, it would be the moon && her lovely stars. Choosing her way she set foot, into the familiar forest she surrounds herself with. This, by no means, will be an easy journey. The path to him could take days for all she knows. But for him, no time was not worth the reward. She would see him after all, that in itself is the blessing she desires most.

The air around her was cold, as she walked past the large trees, slowly crossing large fields, in which her tired eyes never once wandered off to glare at the beauty. She was focused on one thing && one thing only. Finding him... finding Rhaast.

She took these paths many times before, she was in no way lost. The only thing she had an eye out was movement, her ears listening closely for any sounds of movement. So far, there was none of both. Silence. To her, for once, that was not what she wanted.

Her legs might have started to ache, but her will was too strong. Using whatever strength she has, she will push herself forward until her goal is completed.

She had completely lost her track of time, ‘till, in the distance, she saw the sun slowly rise from beyond the horizon. She had been walking for hours on end, never stopping once. Her determination was too strong to stop.

She came across a small village, one she knew from when she was younger. Small but lovely place. It was strange that, for it being such early morning, people seemed... rushed by something. Panic has been spread across the place, children holding onto their mothers' wrists as they flee.

As much as her heart told her to go on, she needed to see. Even if it is not her quest, she needs to see what has caused such a panic.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him there, holding one man up with his arm, staring him into his soul. Few others laid beside him, the dancer recognized the familiar outfits. They were assassins, she presumed he was ambushed.

But the fallen corpses mattered not to her, she stood there, looking at him - it did not take long for him to notice her as well.

Both stood there in cold dead silence - as if they’ve both seen a ghost. Irelia took a step forward, one arm slowly stretching out to him, she prayed this was real, not an illusion played on her by her mind. She saw him drop the assassin, following the same motion she gave him. Step by step, they approached each other, until they felt the touch of their hands finally meeting.

Both of them internally screamed joy, realizing this was no illusion.

Slowly, she fell into his embrace, as he embraced her gently as well. At that moment, nor he or the dancer could care if anyone was present to watch. They were merely happy they are together again, reunited after what feels like a lifetime apart.

The dancer looked up at him, a rare, truly joyful smile present on her lips, uttering out only one, small request: