Then... Here, where the castle's grounds meet with the forest's edge, beneath the white-bark Aspen trees with leaves as golden as the dawn--...
[ His fingers curling about Julius' own in a squeeze, Sion finds that, more and more, the contact feels like a true connection; the completion of a link. ]
It will be our place until our days are done.
[ Eyes falling slowly closed, Sion's lashes fan silver against the curve of his cheek even as a gentle smile—fulfilled but melancholy, happy and yet touched by a sorrowful wish that at least Julius might escape the tragic fate that accompanied his curse—plays upon his lips. ]
...and perhaps even long after that, for I cannot imagine a time when we do not know one another, or a future where we are parted for long.
note: julius isn't contesting him
[ His fingers curling about Julius' own in a squeeze, Sion finds that, more and more, the contact feels like a true connection; the completion of a link. ]
It will be our place until our days are done.
[ Eyes falling slowly closed, Sion's lashes fan silver against the curve of his cheek even as a gentle smile—fulfilled but melancholy, happy and yet touched by a sorrowful wish that at least Julius might escape the tragic fate that accompanied his curse—plays upon his lips. ]
...and perhaps even long after that, for I cannot imagine a time when we do not know one another, or a future where we are parted for long.