Post by Brogan Kilvayne on Nov 28, 2013 1:49:49 GMT -5
You're eternal, my love
For me, you're all there ever was
Every limit overcome
As were entangled, we are one
For me, you're all there ever was
Every limit overcome
As were entangled, we are one
Time had moved in strange ways, for the man who was Brogan Kilvayne. Many lives, many deaths, many loves, and many hatreds. But for thousands of years he felt alone, in spite of all his adventures, all of his lived lives. Wives, sons, daughters, lineage after lineage. His soul was incomplete. It was India where he met her. It was in a world of wires and electrical signals where they crossed paths again. And now they lived again, a life rejuvenated. A love resumed, a flame rekindled. Two pieces of one soul made whole again. Sayeva was the blessing of his life, and he had been humbled by her love.
He no longer dreamed of conquest, of exploring new worlds, or bedding strange women. He dreamed of only his future with her. He was resolved they would not part again. To spend centuries without her again, it would be absolute torment. He woke from a hazy dream, and she was his first sight. He smiled. She was still asleep, the patterns of her breathing a rhythmic dance of life. He was intoxicated by this woman.
He lightly nudged her, eager to look into her eyes. To peer into the veil of the spiritual realm their love had revitalized in him, and he believed it had done the same for her. He had never felt the touch of the old Gods more than he did in her arms. Their ancient ways had been kept in spite of everything. For in all their long lives, Brogan knew one thing to hold true above all: the glory of mankind rose and fell with the ages, but the power of the Gods was eternal. They were eternal.
"Sayeva," He said softly, " 'Tis well past the hour of our usual wakening, my love. Sophie may have already attempted to make breakfast without us. Fortunately, I do not smell anything burning- yet."
Brogan kissed her forehead, gently. It must have been strange, to outsiders, that a man like him could be so gentle and warm. He was usually hard and intimidating, fierce, and edgy. With her, he was another man entirely. He could still be the savage, but that was reserved for such times as needed. He pitied the man who would do offense to Say...almost. He would not show mercy, at any rate.
"I am surprised that the sun even dares to rise, for she cannot shine as bright as thee, my Love. Nor can the moon in her course prove as fair."