ā threaded vows, for sywin @sylure ā” a belated happy bday to you my beloved snowdrop!!!! it has been such a gift to get to know you better and learn more about you through your love for sylus and others, as well as read your beautiful prose in your fics wahh!! here is my humble little ode to sywin, one of my favourite soulmated, written in the stars couple of all time! may this coming year treat you with quadruple the amount of kindness and health than the past!!!!!! ily lotsa (*Ā“ ź³äŗŗ)
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i will love you forever ; whatever happens. until i die and after i die,
and when i find my way out of the land of the dead,
i'll drift about forever, all my atoms,
until i find you again.
𣲠ā§ā character : sylus
𣲠ā§ā fandom : love and deepspace
𣲠ā§ā notes : quote from philip pullman
for @sylure for the winter wonderland event !! thank you for trusting me with sywin (ā³Šā³) I AM A LITTLE NERVOUS TO POST THIS i hope it is alright !! thank you for being such an amazing friend, you are such a joy to know and i love you very much
IN THE CATHEDRAL, IT IS STILL. IN THE CATHEDRAL, THERE IS THE TALE OF TWO LOVERS GONE RIGHT IN A TWISTED PATH OF TRIALS AND TRAGEDIES. IN THE CATHEDRAL, THERE IS LOVE AND BELONGING, SOULS WOVEN INTO SOMETHING MEANT TO BE IN A LIFETIME IN REPEAT.
IN THE CATHEDRAL, THERE IS YOU.
the stained glass echoes with the knowledge of what once was, and somewhere, the pews ache in protest with the heaviness of days gone by. it is dark here, yet the moonlight still persists, present in the way she shines gently, the vibrant hues of the glass dancing across the worn floor. you sit beside each other on the steps, hand in hand, soul in soul, heart tangled with heart.
you feel as if you have seen this before. once, perhaps even twice. something gnaws at your being, and something carries an ache, but even you cannot identify the feeling.
"i'm missing something." you murmur the words without thinking, then in an instant, wonder if you should have kept such thoughts to yourself.
if sylus hears you, he doesn't react. not initially. you look at him, see his steady gaze focus on something before him. you're not sure what he sees, and even when he turns to look at you, you find that you cannot understand. you do and you don't, and that's what confuses you. because there is something so warm in those crimsons, something so lonely but not. something so immensely heavy and light all at once, and in the meeting of your eyes, you feel that familiar longing for something that is both present and absent.
you look away. you don't know why. your mind feels foggy, feels like it's on the verge of discovery and even closer to peace.
"eyes right here, sweetie." a gentle hand that cradles your cheek, forces you to meet his gaze once more. a familiar smile and the softening of deep reds. "right where i can see you."
you swallow hard. something hurts. it's a good kind of pain, this grief. you want to understand, but you know he won't tell you. only time will.
"we've been here before, you and i. in another life."
"we have. you're observant." a thoughtful hum, a musing. a contemplation. "well done, kitten. you're getting better at this."
"...that's all you'll tell me?"
he smirks, amused, yet there's a tenderness somewhere. you find that it comforts you, makes your heart beat a little softer, a little slower.
he doesn't answer for a long while, notices the way your fingers drum against the wooden floor, once, twice, three times, four times -- a nervous habit you've picked up in each and every lifetime. so he does just as he has always done -- laces his fingers with yours, lips ghosting against your knuckles in silent reassurance.
"where would the fun be in telling?" another teasing lilt, though his expression is subtle in the way it grows somber, almost reminiscent, and you know you are so terribly close in finding your way out of this fog and escaping the maze.
you're missing something. you are. you know this.
the ache remains, quiet and abating in the presence of him. you don't speak. you find yourself unable to, brows furrowed ever so slightly, and ah-- you're biting your cheek again, he notices. always the worrier.
so he presses another kiss to the back of your hand, then your palm -- a gentle bite, one you do not pull away from.
"you don't have to remember it all now." his lips dance along your pulse point, tender and sworn in loyalty. "our souls are bound until the end of time in every life. as long as i stay by your side, i'll wait for you until our paths collide and you're all i know."