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Beta: Half Elf Lost

16: peace

December 16th

They both had a common sorrow, and when that sorrow became suffocating, the golden king would ride from the wood of spiders to the valley of light.

Snow-covered lawns, ice-laden branches, and frozen fountains offered the king a land of blinding whiteness, a sense of purity and hope. In the arms of his dark lover, he would find silence, serenity, and as the thaw came, he would cling to that contentment as he clung to the raven-tressed Elf.

Light and dark, black and white, midnight and moonlight -- they were such opposites, drawn together through pain and loss. Years would weigh heavy upon their shoulders; death and failure would threaten to consume their tired spirits.

But, in the deeps of night, with candlelight casting warm shadows over their room, he would give himself over to pale, knowledgeable hands and soft, tender lips. He would cry out in anguished ecstacy, his tears would fall, and gentle kisses would wipe them from his cheeks.

In the dark Elf's arms, he found peace.


	Navigation multi-part stories previous next		Winter Dreams Beta: Half Elf Lost 16: peace December 16th They both had a common sorrow, and when that sorrow became suffocating, the golden king would ride from the wood of spiders to the valley of light. Snow-covered lawns, ice-laden branches, and frozen fountains offered the king a land of blinding whiteness, a sense of purity and hope. In the arms of his dark lover, he would find silence, serenity, and as the thaw came, he would cling to that contentment as he clung to the raven-tressed Elf. Light and dark, black and white, midnight and moonlight -- they were such opposites, drawn together through pain and loss. Years would weigh heavy upon their shoulders; death and failure would threaten to consume their tired spirits. But, in the deeps of night, with candlelight casting warm shadows over their room, he would give himself over to pale, knowledgeable hands and soft, tender lips. He would cry out in anguished ecstacy, his tears would fall, and gentle kisses would wipe them from his cheeks. In the dark Elf's arms, he found peace.