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“Vey athra miir valen tua.
Seyl’en vahl ren’dar tua.
Sael’mir vaen doras a’nai.
Tir shael veyen… kael’thra nai.”
For a heartbeat, nothing moved. There was no sound, no breath, no whisper from the world around them. Just the trembling rasp of her own lungs trying to remember how to work.
“Fingal…” Her voice cracked. It wasn’t meant to come out as a sob, but it did anyway. “Please-”
Then that sound. A terrible, beautiful gasp tore the silence apart. She startled forward with a cry that wasn’t quite a word, her hands hovering, uncertain where to touch when his body arched and twisted in pain.
Her eyes blurred with tears as she watched the black veins spread beneath his skin. The smell of burnt magic filled the air, sticking in her nostrils and lungs.
When his hand shot up to grasp her wrist, she flinched, but didn’t pull away. His grip was iron and ice at once, and she froze under his gaze.
"It's dead," she confirmed quickly, voice trembling. "It's gone."
He was shaking, the corruption writhing just beneath his skin, and every flicker of pain that tore through him felt like it was being dragged through her too. When he told her not to touch the blood, she could only nod, her chin quivering as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.
“Tell me what to do,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “How do I make it stop? Tell me..”
Her hand trembled as she pressed it against his chest, feeling the erratic flutter of his heart beneath her palm. Her own magic, small and fragile, answered it, threads of warmth flickering from her skin to his. “What can I do?” she whispered again, panic climbing her throat as the wounds continued to flow.
Her lips trembled as she leaned closer, whispering the same words. Her tears fell freely now, splashing onto his bloodied chest.
“Vey athra miir valen tua.
Seyl’en vahl ren’dar tua.
Sael’mir vaen doras a’nai.
Tir shael veyen… kael’thra nai.”
May my life be bound to yours.
My heart, entwined with yours.
My soul, surrendered and made one.
For I give it freely, wholly, and without end.
Seyl’en vahl ren’dar tua.
Sael’mir vaen doras a’nai.
Tir shael veyen… kael’thra nai.”
For a heartbeat, nothing moved. There was no sound, no breath, no whisper from the world around them. Just the trembling rasp of her own lungs trying to remember how to work.
“Fingal…” Her voice cracked. It wasn’t meant to come out as a sob, but it did anyway. “Please-”
Then that sound. A terrible, beautiful gasp tore the silence apart. She startled forward with a cry that wasn’t quite a word, her hands hovering, uncertain where to touch when his body arched and twisted in pain.
Her eyes blurred with tears as she watched the black veins spread beneath his skin. The smell of burnt magic filled the air, sticking in her nostrils and lungs.
When his hand shot up to grasp her wrist, she flinched, but didn’t pull away. His grip was iron and ice at once, and she froze under his gaze.
"It's dead," she confirmed quickly, voice trembling. "It's gone."
He was shaking, the corruption writhing just beneath his skin, and every flicker of pain that tore through him felt like it was being dragged through her too. When he told her not to touch the blood, she could only nod, her chin quivering as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.
“Tell me what to do,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “How do I make it stop? Tell me..”
Her hand trembled as she pressed it against his chest, feeling the erratic flutter of his heart beneath her palm. Her own magic, small and fragile, answered it, threads of warmth flickering from her skin to his. “What can I do?” she whispered again, panic climbing her throat as the wounds continued to flow.
Her lips trembled as she leaned closer, whispering the same words. Her tears fell freely now, splashing onto his bloodied chest.
“Vey athra miir valen tua.
Seyl’en vahl ren’dar tua.
Sael’mir vaen doras a’nai.
Tir shael veyen… kael’thra nai.”
May my life be bound to yours.
My heart, entwined with yours.
My soul, surrendered and made one.
For I give it freely, wholly, and without end.
