We must let that alone forever
Characters: Everyone - if you were in the false Chicago, this affects you.
Time: Night
Location: Demonreach and all around the city
Content: It all ends here.
Warnings: None
Format: Poster's choice
( Uproot your loves, one by one, with care, from the future / And trusting to no future, receive the massive thrust / And surge of the many-dimensional timeless rays converging / On this small, significant dew drop, the present that mirrors all )
Time: Night
Location: Demonreach and all around the city
Content: It all ends here.
Warnings: None
Format: Poster's choice
( Uproot your loves, one by one, with care, from the future / And trusting to no future, receive the massive thrust / And surge of the many-dimensional timeless rays converging / On this small, significant dew drop, the present that mirrors all )
A familiar scream caught his attention, shaking him out of hopeless, maudlin thoughts, and Thomas twirled just in time to see a demon, scale-covered and dripping with what he hoped was seawater and seaweed, break through their first line of defenses and head for Justine.
Without conscious thought, Thomas moved, drawing deep on the Hunger's reserves for borrowed speed, borrowed strength. He knew he had already pushed himself the past few days, knew he should marshal what strength his demon still possessed, but for Justine, he would always do the foolish, worthy thing.
His skin gleamed like pearl as he slid between the demon and the woman he loved, cleaving the demon in two with one brutal, vicious stroke of the cavalry saber. His free hand, unencumbered by the saber, sought Justine's.
Her touch was warm against his cold skin, full of delicious, madness laced life, but it was the way her hand closed around his that brought him back, the painfully familiar way she clutched at him, like that time at Bianca's party...
He let go of the Hunger's seductive call, turned away from its promise of strength, and smiled, fierce and protective. The battle was raging above, yes, splitting the very bones of the earth with its power, but down here, on the ground, he would always find the one thing, the one person, he could fight for. That he could die for.
And the realization, the hope, surged through him like fire, scouring and cleansing. The world might end in the next hour if Merlin fell, but he had everything he needed, everything he wanted, everything he loved, right here with him.
And if the world ended, that would still be enough.
Over the whip of wind and the howls of nightmare creatures, in the midst of a slowly shrinking defense, Thomas pulled Justine to him. He knew she didn't love him, not yet, but if he didn't try, didn't put faith in the fact that she would once again find him worthy, how much would his love now have been worth, if he didn't have faith in her?
"Marry me."
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It took her some time to respond. Between dodging creatures and taking clear shots when she had them, Justine thought. She thought about what her life had been like before Thomas, what it was like now. She thought about the stability he brought her, even in the midst of monsters and battle, and about the stability she could give him in turn. She thought about what her life would be like for either of them if the other was to fall tonight, in this hour.
There wasn’t much to debate. If he called, she knew she would follow, no matter what. Maybe it was the kindling of love, or maybe something else entirely, but Justine knew, right in that moment, that she honestly could not live without Thomas. It was as simple and plain as that.
He pulled her to him, and she looked up into his face. He meant what he said, and there was more meaning behind and more feeling in those two simple words than she had ever experienced in anything else.
For a moment, the battle was forgotten. Focus went to Thomas, to his arm around her waist and the fire in his eyes. Slowly, Justine leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
“Yes.”
The gentle touch of her lips was electric in the best possible way, and that same warmth, that same scouring cleansing fire of love and blind stupid optimistic hope surged through Thomas again, and at the same time it seemed the battle burned brighter, Merlin's display of magic stronger. But maybe that was just him, seeing the battle through new eyes.
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