Qeya River tu el aire que respiro yo

it was different.
i love you, silver, the dark lips find the space between the lovely eyes, the place they often rested between. i'll love you always. even if you love someone else, even if-- if that someone else was akavir, or crowfeather, or another woman. i'll love you if you hate me one day. i'd love you if this was our last day together, and i'll love you if we get a thousand more years.
you are my woman, my life, my reason for breathing, the tears make a return, rolling down the rounded cheeks. i love you even if you never love me half as much. i'd-- i'd hunt for you in every universe. i love you despite and because of everything. and i'd go through it all over again for the rest of eternity so long as it means i get to love you at the end of it.
vulnerable, raw, wren shrinks somewhat, hesitant only for a second before it falls away yet again, because vulnerability was not nearly so frightening anymore.