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[theodred_prince]

So...I didn't go to the...Thing. I couldn't bring myself to...Yes, I think I've almost gotten used to the idea that he's gone, but it's a final step that I'm just not ready to take. I can't make myself let go of him and I never want to have to

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[gorlim]

A whisper of high music finds the rider even across the endless plains, a winding tune played on the now-silent rebec or the echo of harpstrings. And, like flashbacks from a battle, he will know that even in death, his lover understands the silence

[theodred_prince]

On the wind, he hears the faintest whisper, and it seems for a moment that his love is here, now, that he's never left and things such as death have not passed between them. He wishes it could be so always, but even in this moment, it seems enough and he finds comfort.

"I miss you..."

[menelsul]

*leaves off flirting with the mares* *eyes Theodred*

*headbutts*

[theodred_prince]

*looks up when he's headbutted and absently pats Menelsul* Hey.

[menelsul]

You look sad.

[theodred_prince]

*sighs and absently begins petting your mane, finding that it helps to have something to touch* I guess I sort of am.