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My precious warrior,
My heart cannot take your absence any longer. It cries out your name, and I feel as though it will rip itself out of my chest and soar above the clouds to find you. How I miss you. But perhaps miss is not a strong enough word for what I feel. I fear that my love for you has long since passed that trivial stage, and has taken on a form so unrelenting and merciless, a form which cannot be avoided or left alone, no matter how much I may try to bury my love for you.
It rises like a waves, taking me under as a shipwrecked sailor would be subject to the whims of nature. It takes me under and does not let me go, clutching me and clawing at me until I become insane with desire, until I am neither Fae, nor Illyrian, nor a Shadowsinger; merely Azriel. Merely yours, in every way that matters.
I whisper your name like a prayer, so sinful and sweet and depraved, more holy than any prayer the Mother has to offer. For you are my religion and my faith now, my Goddess of such ethereal and breathtaking beauty. Stunning and radiant, emanating light from your very soul, shedding such pure warmth on my dark, shadowed heart.
Maybe your light will piece the broken and jagged shards of me back together.
All I hope is that I do not cut you in the process. You do not deserve to bleed any more than you already have.
Your eternal love,
Azriel
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