Simple lies, strange eyes [Heartfire/ANY]

[Wyrm]

when the stars threw down their spears and water'd heaven with their tears:

Wyrm knows why he would die for her. Not that death had ever been much of a concern to the creature. But to do the act in sacrifice for another -now that- was a concern. It’s not her beauty, not her power, not even because once upon a time they explored the Desert together. It’s because she had never ventured to ask about his past. She didn’t need to, of course, she could go where she pleased, but the fact remained that she didn’t ask aloud. Heartfire, for some reason, had never cared.
 
So, in equal measure, Neither did Wyrm. It wasn’t until Pangea ceased to exist and he’d settled their son safely away that the green stallion had ever thought more than once about who else Heartfire might have been.
 
Might even be now.
 
All too soon Longclaw would be ready to hunt alone and Rapture would be beyond his reach. What of them, then? “She agreed to your request.” He pondered, finding the path unfurling easily before him. His memory of time spent while the twins were aging had not yet grown stale. “It’s your turn now.” It would forever be a game of stakes between the shapeless man and the cold woman. For him, though, it had never mattered - all that ever seemed to matter anymore was that she came looking for him. It meant, at least for a little while, that Heartfire gave a damn.
 
She’ll find him. Wyrm appreciates that he doesn’t have to call for her like some baseborn creature. The spotted mare is leaps beyond being summoned anyways. Instead, he sheds his skin for one with tightly woven scales and rids himself of appendages to slither across the earth quicker. The bright green boa winds haphazardly to a trunk and then situates himself upon a branch to catch the scarce light and wait patiently for the woman he would die for.

did he smile his work to see? did he who made the Lamb make thee?

@[Heartfire]