10/16/2025, 8:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 10/16/2025, 8:58 PM by Rhadamanthus.)
Her laughter was a gentle thing, and it went as quick as it came. He found himself wishing to hear it again, and perhaps wistfully found himself thinking that if it was tangible and if he could cradle it within the palms of his battered hands, he'd cherish it like the gift it was.
That is what she is, he wondered. A gift he'd never asked for, but had received at the hands of a power greater than he could fathom. And then, he thought himself a fool. When had he felt this way for a woman, or for anyone? It must have been millennia ago, back when he walked on two legs instead of four and instead of carrying his diplomatic ways, he brandished a sword of mithril.
What an oddity this all was. A woman born from the snow that had a man as wise as he musing as a love-sick poet might.
He is drawn from the cavern of his addled mind when she spoke again.
And then, that sadness plagued her once more. A shroud over the light she wielded like a ribbon. Rhadamanthus found himself yearning to steal it from her. To shoulder the weight of it, as he'd done many times before for the ones he loves, so she may be unburdened and...happy.
Fulfilled.
With a crane of his neck and with gentle care, he nudged her plush shoulder, his eyes full of sympathy.
That is what she is, he wondered. A gift he'd never asked for, but had received at the hands of a power greater than he could fathom. And then, he thought himself a fool. When had he felt this way for a woman, or for anyone? It must have been millennia ago, back when he walked on two legs instead of four and instead of carrying his diplomatic ways, he brandished a sword of mithril.
What an oddity this all was. A woman born from the snow that had a man as wise as he musing as a love-sick poet might.
He is drawn from the cavern of his addled mind when she spoke again.
Ah, don't fret. I've lived a long life without the aid of God. Perhaps it's my time to accept his gift.He grinned.
And then, that sadness plagued her once more. A shroud over the light she wielded like a ribbon. Rhadamanthus found himself yearning to steal it from her. To shoulder the weight of it, as he'd done many times before for the ones he loves, so she may be unburdened and...happy.
Fulfilled.
With a crane of his neck and with gentle care, he nudged her plush shoulder, his eyes full of sympathy.
Nonsense. What must have happened to you in your last life could not have been your fault.Of this he's sure, because how could a woman so pure have done anything to greet the beast that is death?
It is a great sorrow that you passed. But you're here now—with me he doesn't utter,
And no harm will come of you again. Of this, I swear to you.
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