They lived what felt to be like a thousand lifespans. Together they were sewn. Their limbs were intermingled and attached to one another. Their eyes eternally set upon their lover. Their lips waited with baited breath for small whispers of affection. Sahm and Newton melted into each other like the sun pouring its colors into the sunset sky. There was no Sahm. There was no Newton. There was only us, they, them. Even though they wondered from the borders of Beqanna and casted shadows on foreign land, they longed to return. No other place meant the same. No other place could bring the memories back to them. They knew because they had tried.
They walked in unison, always in contact with one another. Sahm led the conquest while Newton quietly strode beside him. Newton fully trusted Sahm and felt no need to question their destination. Instead Newton maneuvered closer to Sahm and leaned into him. He nibbled the dark tresses of Sahm’s mane with ease. It was clear that the duo shared affection regularly.
Sahm knew as the neared Tephra that friends were beyond its borders. He also knew that neither him nor Newton were residents of the volcanic region. They lived there once. Newton could sense the familiarity of where they stood. He tucked his head beneath Sahm’s chin and inhaled deeply. The charred scent of charcoal and lava flooded him with memories of their time within Tephra. Newton straightened his posture and slowly raised his head in a manner in which he touched the formed muscles on Sahm’s chest and caressed the curves of his cheek. Sahm leaned into each kiss before whispering to his lover. ”It is alright, my love. All is right again.”
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the magician and the ice shifter
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