Shadewood sandwiched between heaven and hell

@Cry

Approaching the den they shared was a task far more onerous than the empress had appraised - her paws stung bitterly where she'd chewed away the cold flesh in her self-loathing, and the scent of her husband lingered in the air like a cloud tipped full of the most compulsive drug; whether it meant he was around, or it was simply the aroma he'd left during their last sleep together, she couldn't know.

But it hurt.

Swathed in memories was her mind, yet somehow clearer than it had been before. Space was what provided her with the courage she required, darkest cerulean glimmering through the shadow of the entrance in feeble search of the man she craved - it wasn't just a longing any more, it was a burn, a desire carved deep into her chest, between her rips where she was unable to unlodge it. Her love for Cry, for Raziel, it was perpetual. Unabating. It drove her insane, but her steps always led back to him, and this frozen afternoon was no different.

The Eruna couldn't avoid him any longer.

"Raz...?" came her quiet whisper, gaze adjusting to the dark of the den and urgently searching - if he was not there, she'd spread her gown into the furthest reaches of the woods to track his scent. The longer she waited, the more unbearable it all became.