the sound of a voice long since memorized the sorcerer froze in place — breath held as discolored eyes stared in thinly veiled disbelief. here they were, meeting once more and one again he wondered if this would be the last time he saw the light of his world.. the woman whom he gave his soul to, the woman whom held his heart.

wordless was he as his expression softened incredibly so — eyes searching her for any sort of displacement, scanning her to make sure that she was okay. she looked as beautiful as the day he met her; so beautiful that the earth’s sun reflected off of her, creating a shine that he saw within her, showing the world that she was as beautiful as the stars they wished upon. she looked tired.. something the two of them would share, the sorcerer supreme’s dark circles evident — he hasn’t been sleeping, as of late. how could he? — for he was cold without her warm radiance.

he had so much he wished to say, so much he wished to atone for, to beg her for forgiveness like a dying man to a priest — she was his wold, and he had to stop himself from moving closer, holding himself from holding her. 

“   beloved,   ”   his voice was rough, deepened with exhaustion and age.

he was old enough now, that he did not care to waste his breath. he would tell her now, that she still was just that — loved.