I watch him, feeling something overtaking him, wonder filling my gaze as I feel that familiar tug at my soul. The bond, it has grown stronger since the reinvention of Moladion, the gods having decided that we needed something more. Our souls have always been one, and when I feel the bond unlock all of the floodgates of my heart, I am reminded of my mother. I do not cry this time, instead a broad grin flashes over my face as I gaze at him. I watch him as he wonders at me, feeling and observing the light in his eyes as they grace over me. I am overwhelmed as he embraces me, relaxing into him as he does so. This is my home, his heart, his soul, I belong here with him, to him. Just as he belongs with me, and to me. We are each others. He has been my shelter, my savior, my life, and my love since before the cataclysm, and he will always be so after. Something forms a lump in my throat and I know these are not the tears of a sad once princess. My soul cries out for his, my heart reaches for his and this time I can feel the bond suture us back together. Two halves of the same being.
My heart raced as I feel the bond reform us, scorching us in a fire so hot and consuming, fusing us together, creating what we already knew was there. I need him as much as I need my next breath to survive, like the blood in my veins that rush through his. I feel his possession, reacting by moving closer to him. I sink into his protective and loving embrace. His lips against my ear bringing a small gasp as he speaks the language I have known since birth, surprising me. The words are ancient, the vows older than time, and I repeat them as if overcome with an intense need. I must repeat them, my voice nearly possessed as I do. The words coming easily to both of us as we are consumed in this need. I accept his words, I accept him, and I always will.
I gasp once more as his fangs clip my ear, tenderly, possessively, and I feel his mark like a brand upon my skin. It etches into my soul, the very core of my being and I cannot help but to melt further into him. I was always meant to be his, always. From the first day we met I have known this, from the second he imprinted the feeling had been cemented. His head at my heart, on my breast over the rapidly beating organ, I bend my head, muzzle lightly tracing over his forehead. He speaks, and I listen to his carefully crafted sentences. "If it means I will be with you, amo, I will follow. You know what I see when I look at them, and I need time to heal from the deep wounds it creates when I do. I have my happiness right here, amo, and with you I will always be happiest. I will tell them goodbye, because it means I can move on." I smile gently, looking at him. There is no doubt in my eyes, only a determination and happiness, I feel only acceptance of his words, understanding what they mean for us. I want this as much as he does and I will - and have - follow him through the ends of the earth.
"Yes, Jian. My life, I will follow you, I will join you." My words are soft as I meet his lavender gaze, my own opalescent eyes fusing with his. I know I will be happier for our decision. An excitement sinks into my being as I feel my tail wave and my soul soar with his.
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