Noctisardor Bypass ich muss dir sagen

it would be far more peaceful he felt to simply resign himself to whatever followed, to fight through these days at her side until he found and created closure. far easier to give in than to fight. he knew a great part of it was the marrow-sent exhaustion that had jarred through him for so long.
he had thought he wanted to lie down in the good rich soil of rivenwood and die — until wylla was trembling and swinging her small head to and fro, burning with the paladic fire of a healing valkyrie. 
she captured his attention, held him in a stasis that did not allow him to deny her again.
"vhen i am better, ve vill go." he repeated it, held the words like a talisman against the ridges of his teeth. "i have only told you," he said after some heartbeats of time, galloping into the medical to escape the hurt of the realm in which they dwelled, the words tumbling velvet and saddened against her ears.
a long silence. mahler breathed the good and deep scent of wylla, of the bypass's stone, of the forests he had come to know by name. even if the salt of the sea still clung to her in some way, all he beheld was the vital and the visceral which had so placed his heart into her care many years ago.
he felt himself entrusted to her now; still resistant for it felt as though he had not earned this.
earning. entitlement. two sides of a wicked coin.
mahler inhaled a trembling breath and swallowed, finding no more sounds in him for now. he wished only to exist in in the insistent, warring warmth of her embrace; to only see each moment as one of gold he wanted to give only her.