Desreal: What a title to live up to.

hearts that cry diamond tears;
spirits that walk for a thousand years;
here them calling on that darkest morning;
pulling me under, my thoughts dissapear;

She feels him, feels him as if she always has. She knows him perhaps more intimately than anyone ever will. She has seen him in death, seen his personal hell, and brought him back from it. She hears her name whispered on his lips, his lifeless lips. She hears his tone change as life is breathed back into him, as his soul is returned to him. She can feel his warmth as the snow presses all around them. Feels his lips as they press into her never healing scars, as they drip with blood. Her elements are in chaos around her. The water dampening her flesh, lightning forking across her painted skin. The shard swirling around her, gales of soft wind thrumming against them.

Her sapphire eyes open, completely devoid of the shards influence if only momentarily. She can see his expression changing, much like the ocean she covets so dearly. It is the same expression they all wear. Confusion, desperation. She smiles softly, and using her remaining strength lifts her muzzle to stroke along his cheek. She would never leave him. Not now, or ever. She belonged here, in this moment with him. She knows it, as does the smiling blackbird in her memories.

His concern is sweet, and she wishes she could tell him hwo to fix her. But she cannot, for she will never heal. She will regain her strength, but his scars will always be hers. Now and forever. She struggles up to her knees, allowing her body to lean against him. She wants to answer him, but her mind is weary, tired. Weak. She struggles to remain awake. Coherent. If not for herself, but for him.

Her lips touch his chest softly, and she finally manages to whisper against his skin. She does not know how much time had passed from the moment she entered the Underworld, until now. Time was meaningless in that place.

“Corrigan… I will not leave you. ”

There is a pause, how long I am unsure. Her eyes try to focus on his face, but he is just an onyx and golden blur. She does not see him as a monster, nor do I think she ever will. He will always just be Corrigan to her. Just Corrigan.

Sleeps takes her, and her dreams are filled with vision of him. His face, his voice. When she wakes, she knows he is still there, can feel the beating of his heart through her skin. She lifts her head, and embraces him softly. Sweetly. Her eyes flutter open, and it is dark once again, the sun setting on the horizon in a flame of glory.

“Are you alright? Do you...remember?”

She remembers all too well what had happened to him in his death. Feels the scars they share as they open and bleed with each passing breath. She knows him, now and forever. She hopes he doesn't...but some are not so lucky.

GOLD: S A P H I R A

the siren

you can hold the darkness from you;
if the will is very strong;
but that whisper always haunts you;
cannot change the Siren's Song.