she's bringing the moon and stars to me; isle

[magnus]

but she's bringin' the moon and stars to me -

It has been so long since he’s felt war that it almost feels foreign in the aftermath. He had managed to find Isle, managed to find Auburn, and they had just enough time to fall through a portal that spit them onto the island in the distance. He lands on his side hard and he watches as the magma washes up against the one-way window, filling up everything. In the distance, he sees Leliana glowing like a star before the magma washes over the entirety and it blinks from existence, leaving him and his family alone.

The pain is real and blinding, but it’s not the first thing he thinks of.

Even though his golden coat is slashed in multiple places, his right nostril split and a gash cutting down his left cheek, he immediately finds his feet. Sand and mud cover his legs as he makes his way toward his wife and daughter. “Are you okay?” his voice is hoarse with smoke and exhaustion, his eyes stinging from the remnants of the fight and the bitter exhaustion that even immortals cannot ignore. 

But the only thing he sees is her and he nudges his bleeding nose against her and their daughter, doing his best to study them and hunt for any possible wounds. He has no idea the extent of this war and what is to come in the aftermath but Magnus knows if Loess brought harm to Isle and Auburn, there was nothing that would prevent him from bringing destruction to their door. He would drag them to hell before he stopped.

“Please,” he whispers into the curls of her wild mane. “Please tell me that you’re okay.”

He could take watching the volcano swallow the home he helped found.

He could take feeling his own body rip apart beneath the teeth of his enemies.

But he couldn’t take if one harm on their head had been harmed.

He shivers with a fear that cuts through the fatigue, trembling lips pressing to her delicate skin.

- Magnus