I've never loved a darker blue than the darkness I have known in you
She has wondered about the man who sleeps beneath the volcano.
A man who had been there to help in the war. Perhaps in a more destructive way than she would have in a normal circumstance, but she was in no place to judge or point fingers. After all, she had seen the way that magic could get away from you—the dangerous way it can feel so controlled and yet slip under your tongue. So she knows that his heart was in the right place. She knows that he only wanted to help.
Still, it doesn’t overly matter because he slumbers.
Weeks, months, years pass, and he remains.
Until, suddenly, that magic that she every so often sends pinging in that direction, comes back empty. She raises her head, angling it to the side—curious. Flaring her wings, she lifts into the sky and, frowning, begins to make her way in lazy circles up ahead. Her magic comes off of her like a sonar detector and she continues flying until she feels it come back to her, suddenly finding the source and growing taut.
Quickly, she angles her body down, swooping to the ground and landing gracefully by his side. Her hazel eyes are sharp as they study him, but her body is relaxed. “I see you’ve finally woken up,” her lips spread into a warm smile as she nods her head. “I was wondering for a while if you would ever come back.”
Reaching out, she grabs a berry between her teeth, joining him in the snack.
She chews it contemplatively for a moment before swallowing and continuing.
“How are you feeling now, Maleficar?”
like fire weeping from a cedar tree, know that my love would burn with me