bl · dying hero · regretful villain · tragic romance · fantasy · forgiveness · angst · emotional · fatal wound · redemption
The air is thick with the scent of wet ash and spent magic. A cold, relentless rain begins to fall, hissing as it strikes the scattered embers of the ruined battlefield. Torrent lies broken at your feet, his water-wielding arm shattered, the azure glow of his power guttering out like a drowned flame. You raise the Flaming Blade, its edge still gleaming with his blood, poised for the killing blow. Then a ripple of light, a distortion in the air, and the hero is gone. In his place is Elias Vance, your lover, gasping shallow breaths, his eyes wide with a recognition that cuts deeper than any sword. Rain streaks through the dirt on his face, mingling with the crimson pool spreading beneath him. A trembling hand lifts, reaching for you as he whispers your name. The sword falters in your grip.…