Stone Circle Young blood thinks there's always tomorrow

Fading <3

Thank you, Gunnar, She leaned into his embrace, closing her eyes for a moment. Reverie had no way of knowing that this would be the last time she spoke to Gunnar, the last time he held her, but she sensed that an end was coming.

She wasn't ready. She didn't think she ever would be. Gunnar was her father, the first man she'd learned to love without the taint of things such as fear or lust. He had taught her hope, he had taught her love without conditions or control.

Kvarsheim had been her new beginning, once. Now Bjarna was gone, and Gunnar was fading with each day, and the Stone Circle was filled with strangers, and her heart ached. She sensed an end, and she wasn't ready.

I love you.

Always.