Olwe: “Comet? Beloved Cousin.”
Comet: “I am here, Beloved. Shhhh…”
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| The Blood Spreads |
Olwe reaches up with his unbloodied hand and gives her a warm, soft smile. His Beloved Cousin grips his hand in hers. He swallows and gently wipes away a tear. “I would not have wanted to know this world, if it had not your presence, the soft tread of your step, the sweetness of your smile. I remember so much, Cousin, so much. But most of all, what burns brightest in my mind’s eye is your strength. It is your father’s strength, I used to say, coupled with your mother’s beauty, but I was wrong, so wrong. It is, and has always been your own strength and your own beauty. You took from them both, Beloved and wove from it a Queen that is wholly you and you alone. Had Vairë woven the tapestries of our lives differently…” His voice trails off, then finishes softly, “Even this will not keep my hand from holding yours, in your darkest moments, just as yours have held mine. Remember that. Always.”
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| Comet and Olwë in Happier Times |
Comets nods and then sobs. Olwe caresses her cheek for a few seconds, his eyes growing heavy, dim. Then he speaks, softly, “Listen, Beloved Cousin. Do you hear? Do you hear? I hear the voice of Ulmo, directing the waves of the waters of the world.”
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| Dominique Praying |
Dominique Darkwatch watches, struggling to keep her composure, knowing...praying this is the way to freedom and rest for the king, watching as the tears of her queen intermingle with the blood of her cousin, the king.
Slowly he gives a soft sigh, and his eyes flutter and then close.
Comet continues to cry, dissolving into heaving sobs..
Apakenwe watches intently and silently.
Slowly he gives a soft sigh, and his eyes flutter and then close.
Comet continues to cry, dissolving into heaving sobs..