Falling for You: Expressing Love in the Autumn Glow
There’s a certain enchantment in the way autumn paints the world with shades of gold and crimson, a magic that seems to intensify our feelings of love and longing. As the leaves fall, they invite us to fall in love all over again. In this blog post, we’ll explore the art of expressing love in the midst of the autumn glow—a season that’s perfect for kindling the flames of affection. So, hold your…
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#8 Tears drench your cheeks as you confess. The last thing you hear before dying is them screaming your name
Mor and Andromache (her mortal lover ) 👉🏻👈🏻
If anyone can, it's you.💖
I’m sorry this took me so long to write this but I actually really enjoyed doing so! Even though this was probably the first thing I’ve ever written that brought me close to tears.
So I guess sorry for the lateness as well as the pain this may inflict… enjoy?
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Morrigan always knew she’d go down like this. Drenched in her own blood as well as that of their enemy’s, swinging wildly to protect those she loved most.
Cassian had fallen. Like a mighty hero, he had taken down no less than four dozen warriors with him in a fantastic display of unrivaled valor and brute strength. From that final act alone, she knew his name would become legend, spoken in revered tones for eternity. Much like the warriors of Illyria he idolized before him.
Azriel had followed not too far behind him. Bellowing in anguish as his brother fell, he had hurled himself sacrificially into the fray, his shadows spearing from him like vipers just as the cobalt blast from his siphons had decimated the earth. She’d never heard such an tortured cry. The cry of a man losing the closest thing he had had to a brother, a kindred soul, someone who knew his every scar and sharp edge and could match them with his own. His shadows had dispersed in an explosion of dark mist, like trapped demons finally released to the heavens as his beautiful body lay broken in the crater he had blasted.
Her heart shattered irreparably as those crimson and cobalt siphons spluttered and dimmed for the final time.
Her cousin was battling across the muddied plain, almost unrecognisable as his beast form had morphed his usually handsome features into wicked looking black scales and sharp talons tipped his fingers. His deep well of power was flagging, his misting power now only reaching a small radius around him and his mate. Feyre fought at his back gallantly, standing shoulder to shoulder with her husband. Stoically defending all they stood for on the front lines, all they had built, in their beloved Court of Dreams.
Another firebird swooped on her left, Morrigan ducking just in time to avoid being scorched by the bespelled woman. They were his soldiers now, after all. The cursed ladies of Kochei’s lake. Vassa unwittingly among them.
Mor picked herself up off the ground, her hands sinking into the bloodied mud beneath her as she stumbled to her feet, tired and aching from hours of battle. But she would not surrender yet. She would not allow herself to die for nothing. Would not let her family’s sacrifice be in vain.
For at the end, everyone always thought of their family. Their loved ones. But for Morrigan it was not the memories of the abhorrent ilk in the Court of Nightmares of which she had been born into that eddied in her mind. No. It was the family she had found. The family she had chosen for herself after years of having no choice at all. It was of Rhys and Amren. Of Cassian and Azriel. Feyre and Elain and Nesta. And of course… Andromache.
Her sweet, beloved Andromache.
Andromache, whom she had only been granted a cruel, tauntingly brief amount of time to love. But she had never felt anything more intense. Nothing had ever been more real. Or deep.
No matter how far and wide she searched in the centuries that followed her lover’s death, nothing ever came close to that soul-deep feeling of belonging. She had loved Andromache for many years after the human queen had passed from the mortal world. Perhaps she would be reunited with her in the afterlife. Soon. So very soon.
A guttural cry croaked from her dry throat as she swung her arm again and again and again, her longsword slamming into shields and armoured bodies alike. Flaying and slicing and ripping. Soldiers of rotted flesh and burning feathers fought back. The fray on the battlefield truly chaotic now as bodies piled up where she stood, engulfing her senses. If she could help only Feyre and Rhys survive, then her sacrifice would be worth it.
Daring a glace toward her High Lord and Lady, Mor screamed. One single, desperate shout of warning across the battlefield. Rhys’ violet eyes flashed to hers, reading every emotion on her face as he struck behind him, just in time to skewer the foolishly brazen warrior attempting to attack Feyre. Rhys’ dark power sent a bolt through the soldier’s chest, halting his advances immediately as his body was reduced to nothing but a plume of smoke and ashes before he’d had the chance to tumble to the ground.
Rhys shot her a tired grimace from across the battlefield just before his eyes widened in horror… Just as Mor felt a blade pierce her side. Her ribs cracking open as they were left unchecked in her distraction.
A novice mistake, and a fatal one. She crumpled wordlessly to the ground, Rhys’ resounding scream ringing across the gore filled plains. An echo to the cries that had ripped from his chest as his brothers had fallen hours before.
Ruby red blood bubbled from her lips as her vision went hazy, hot tears born of something akin to relief streaming down her grimy cheeks. It wasn’t as painful as she thought it would be, dying. It was cold, but a sweet voice was calling her.
Morrigan. Morrigan. Morrigan.
She closed her eyes as she welcomed her passage into that land of milk and honey. Sent a final prayer to the Mother, beseeching her remaining family’s protection as she followed her queen to their final resting place. Took her last breath as she heard her lover calling her name, as sweet and luring as the siren’s song, guiding her to eternal paradise.
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