Jodainislame
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Sheer and rocky edge jutting out admist calm waves and scenic vista. The grass bowing down to its' majesty, unable to comprehend the hieghts of the towering gods before them.
Standing tall amongst an ocean of their peers, all bright and merry with each passing day. They soak in all the sun can give them and spread the light through their many leaves.
Excitement flashed in his eyes, he knew this tune and recognized how the townsfolk were dancing. He pulled at the hand of his companion, urging them to join - much to his companion's dismay. Though, in the back of his head, he remembered the last time he turned down such a dance.
Notes burst into the air, instruments he'd never seen were so expertly played by the townsfolk while others gathered around to dance. Each move was sluggish and awkward, mostly thanks to the emptying ale barrels.
Sitting in the large windowsill with an old tome in hand, flipping through each yellowed page as if skimming yet every word stuck like glue. Illuminated by the bright moonlight behind him and kicking one leg lazily along the wall, his partner watched him silently from the doorway just out of sight.
Walking into the kitchen, there was a beautifully carved, wooden shelf which held fragile little teacups all delicately painted. Amongst all the artisianry were little fairies. Some sat on strawberries, others had leaf hats, one slept with a bunny, while another wore a shimmering gown. I miss the magic of Grandma's kitchen.
Sweet little drops, plucked from the worn sack to be popped into the mouth of the two travellers. The shorter one humming in delight to have tried such luxury.
Stunned into place, he hadn't realized how many years had passed or how quickly they had flown by. Lost in a sea of new memories that felt other-worldly and completely unlike the life he'd known before. Yet, it wasn't the magic his lover cast that held him so firmly to their side, there was an entirely different magic that bound the two together.
He was angry, fuming at the thought that these little insignificant nobodies would dare enter the domain of his Lord. How many monster did he was to make? How many traps would he set? Those ruffians and come and stripped every inch of grandeur from the palace yet were still hungry for more.
He said he'd come back, he promised he would never leave for good. He swore and swore and swore and comforted, but so much time hass passed now that the world forgot him. Could he keep his promise? Would he?
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