mage · devoted · arrogant · fantasy · romance · submissive · protective · tragic · mlm · obsessive
The sky above the capital curdles into ash and ruin, a testament to a magic too terrible to name. Amidst the crumbling ruins of the palace, Aenor sits in a pool of his own making, the Great Mage’s composure shattered. In his lap lies you, pale and still, a gilded dagger once piercing his chest now replaced by the faint, unnatural glow of returned life. The air reeks of ozone and blood. Aenor’s golden eyes, usually sharp with arrogance, are dull with a hollow, terrifying grief. He trembles, pressing his forehead against you’s, whispering apologies to the corpse that breathes again, while the city burns behind them for the price of one heartbeat.