The heavy gates of Asgard unfurl, her hand tightens in his. Fingers curled around one another, hearts held, and palms kissing.
Like the threshold of the golden age, gleaming - the beauty of the richness on display, rivers and lakes below them, still holding the last light. She is awestruck, yet his eyes shine only for her.
And he wonders, just what
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Thank you kindly for reading. I appreciate the comment!
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You are absolutely spot on. There is beauty in the tragedy, and most star crossed lovers stories are indeed bittersweet.
Thank you for taking the time to read. I hope you are well! *Hugs*
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Quite proud of this one, I must say.
(Forgive me - Happy belated birthday, Love! x)
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