" it has been far too long my love. do you know how many nights i wished to hold your face within these hands once more ? "
* â IN CHARACTER ASKS. ( always accepting )
â @moonspear.
"Too many, I'm certain," The softness of her voice belies the sorrow behind her words; their parting, heart-wrenching as it was, was nevertheless but a fraction of all the torment her beloved had to endure. For a century, no less. Isobel had to live in a world devoid of Aylin's light, or so she believed, only for a short time. She cannot imagine a hundred years of enduring such pain; she cannot imagine ever healing from such loss.
Her hands, far smaller, reach for her lover's own, guide Aylin's palm to cup her cheek, silvery gaze earnest as it seeks the other woman's eyes. A silent reply: you have to wish no longer. I am here, we are here. All may not be right in the world, but this, at least, was. Neither sorrow nor longing need exist between them now; for as long as they are together â for as long as Isobel lives â she knows they will not be apart again.
"I couldn't imagine a life without this â without you," A tender kiss planted upon her lover's hand, eyes closed as her lips linger. Aylin's warmth is comforting; it had always been, but Isobel cannot help but wonder whether that is made more intense by their separation or death, still clinging to her. In the end, it does not matter. Very little matters but the woman in front of her. "Now I don't have to."Â














