#Alternative ending

[moonyswoony]

Heart of the cleanse

Pairing: five hargreeves x reader

Summary: with the Keepers hot on your tail and the Cleanse raging, you and Five realise some things can’t say hidden forever.

Warning(s): making out, you and five being stupid.

You and Five had always made one hell of a team, your powers complimenting his abilities. While he blinked in and out of space, taking out enemies with surgical precision, you used your telekinesis to clear paths, shield him from objects, and hurl the occasional chunk of concrete at anyone who got too close. It was dangerous, chaotic, and more than a little terrifying, but it was also familiar. This was how it had always been, ever since you’d first met at the Commission all those years ago.

“Could you maybe try not to drop a building on me?” Five called over his shoulder, his voice tinged with sarcasm as he narrowly avoided a collapsing wall.

“Maybe if you didn’t keep blinking in front of the buildings I’m trying to drop on the Keepers,we wouldn’t have this problem!” you shot back, grinning despite the tension.

He rolled his eyes, but you caught the glimmer of amusement in his expression before he teleported away again. The banter was comforting, a slice of normalcy in the middle of the chaos. But even as you fought, you couldn’t ignore the way your heart pounded and the way your breath hitched whenever he was in danger.

The truth was, you’d been holding onto these feelings for years, since your days at the Commission, when you’d been nothing more than coworkers thrown together by circumstance. Back then, you told yourself it was nothing, just the bond forged between two people who had each other’s backs in the worst situations. But now, as the world threatened to end, those feelings were becoming impossible to ignore.

As you blasted another chunk of concrete away with a wave of your hand, you realized that this might be your last chance to say something, If you even survived this. But there was no time for confessions, not yet. The Cleanse was intensifying, and you could feel the energy crackling in the air, making your skin prickle with unease. Five appeared beside you again, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“We need to get to the source of the cleanse,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Whatever’s causing the Cleanse, it’s at the center of the city. We have to stop it.”

You nodded, the seriousness of the situation pulling you back to the present. “Right. Let’s go.”

The two of you fought your way through the chaos, moving in perfect sync, just as you always had. But as you got closer to the center, you could feel the tension building between you, an unspoken weight that neither of you could ignore for much longer.

Finally, you reached the heart of the city, where the energy was strongest, and the ground was shaking beneath your feet. The air was thick with power, and you could feel the strain in every fiber of your being. Five stood beside you, his eyes scanning the destruction, searching for a way to stop it. But there was something else in his expression too, something that made your heart skip a beat.

He glanced at you, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. There was no noise, no destruction, just the two of you standing together in the midst of it all, just like you always did. “I can’t lose you,” he said suddenly, his voice rough with emotion. “Not now. Not after everything.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. You’d always known that there was something between you, but hearing him say it out loud made it real in a way you hadn’t expected.

“You won’t,” you whispered, your throat tight with emotion. “I’m not going anywhere, Five. Not without you.”

His jaw clenched, and he took a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “You don’t understand,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “I’ve spent my whole life running—through time, from the Commission, from everything. But not from you. Never from you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt a tear slip down your cheek. “Five…”

Before you could say anything else, he was kissing you.

You kissed him back with everything you had, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pressed your body against his. The world was falling apart around you, but all you could think about was him. His lips, his touch, the way he made you feel like nothing else mattered. The heat between you was overwhelming, like an all consuming fire.

His hands roamed over your body, slipping under your shirt to trace patterns across your skin, leaving a trail of fire behind. You gasped against his mouth, your fingers clutching at his shoulders as you arched into his touch, needing more, wanting everything.

His mouth left yours to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you shiver with desire. Your hands reached the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours, to lose yourself in him completely.

The kiss grew more intense, more heated, as the world around you faded into oblivion. The only thing that existed was the two of you, tangled together in a desperate, passionate embrace that left you breathless. His hands were everywhere all at once, touching, caressing, exploring every inch of you as if he couldn’t get enough.

You moaned his name, your voice shaky with desire as you pulled him closer, your bodies pressed together so tightly that you could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest. He groaned in response, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that was so deep, so intense, that it felt like you were drowning in him.

But even in the midst of the heat and the passion, there was a tenderness to his touch, a carefulness that told you everything you needed to know. This wasn’t just about lust, desperation or fear, this was about love, pure and simple. A love that had been building for years, silent but also loud, unspoken but always there , waiting for the right moment to be unleashed.

And now, as the world threatened to end, that love was the only thing that mattered.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you pulled back, both of you panting. His eyes were dark with desire, but there was something else there too, something deeper.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice shaky but certain. “I love you, Five. I think I always have.”

He closed his eyes, his jaw clenching as if he was trying to hold back his own emotions. When he opened them again, they were filled with a fierce determination that took your breath away. “I love you too,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “And I’m not going to lose you. Not now, not ever.”

You smiled through your tears, your heart bursting with love for the man standing in front of you. “Then let’s put a stop to this,” you said, your voice steady, filled with a determination. “Together.”

He nodded, his hand squeezing yours one last time before you both turned back to the chaos that awaited you. The world was still falling apart, but you knew that as long as you had each other, you could face anything.

With one last kiss, a promise of everything that was to come, you and Five launched into action, fighting side by side, just as you always had.

[karo-li]

some kind of alternative ending? where lance becomes the black paladin, keith's a leader of blade and they collaborate to help through the universe? do i have your attention? space boyfriends so real

[thepeelingrenoir]

Orpheus and Eurydice finally leave Hades together.

[zychimixx]

I'm REALLY proud of this drawing honestly. It took me days since I was procrastinating and struggling with anatomy, but I managed~

The context behind this is the idea of Lu Guang being forced to repeatedly experience Cheng Xiaoshi dying in each timeline, and in the current one he finally snaps and decides to screw everyone over to save Cheng Xiaoshi.

Basicallyyy... if he became an antagonist from all the trauma. Pretty messed up I know, but hey, a server I'm in wanted some dark Lu Guang and I couldn't help but deliver~

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[kittenlittle24]

Mayfield

Masterlist

As usual GIFs aren’t not mine, comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated

The way you met was quite cliche. You recently moved to live in the same building, you stopped to check your mailbox at the same time he came home from work.

You were minding your business as the building’s door opened and two men entered, a brunet in a suit and tie and a tall salt and pepper-haired man with a cane.

The second man glanced at you with a frown as he fished his keys to unlock his apartment front door and you turned to open your own.

The other man noticed you as well and turned to look at you, he smiled at you.

“Are you new here?”

Smiling you nodded, “Moved here last week.”

The man with the cane stopped his actions and faced his companion, “How the hell would you if she lived here before or not?”

“House, you’ve been living here for the last twelve years, how would I not know your neighbors?”

Smiling awkwardly at them, you averted your eyes to look at the floor.

Reaching his hand to shake yours, he introduced himself and his friend.

“How long have you been living together?” You asked.

House laughed while Wilson shook his head.

They replied in sync, “We’re not gay!” And “Four years next weekend.”

Wilson turned shocked to House and scolded him, you laughed and wished them a good night before entering your apartment and closing the door.

You ran into House a few more times and eventually invited him to your place for dinner. You couldn’t help but be intrigued by him, of course, you couldn’t resist the temptation of looking him up and reading about his reputation, but you still needed to make some new friends.

House didn’t know why but he didn’t seem to mind your presence, you were interesting and clever not to mention attractive.

You didn’t speak about the relationship that was slowly developing between you. There wasn’t a need for it.

It was comfortable, yet still exciting. You shared dinners and alternated between spending the nights at your and his apartments. And so you found yourself sitting in House’s apartment, you were on his couch, glass of bourbon in your hand while he was playing on his piano. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence, in fact, most Friday nights you spent in each other’s company.

“I got a new job.” You shared

He opened one eye and continued to sway gently in his seat to the sound of the piano.

“You heard of Mayfield?”

“The psychiatric hospital?”

You nodded and took a sip.

He stopped playing and turned to sit facing you, “As what?”

“As a doctor there.” You answer as if obvious.

he rested one arm on the top of the piano, “The last couple of months we’ve been inseparable, you should be paying me rent considering how much time you spend here, yet you didn’t think to tell me you're a doctor?”

You shrugged with a cheeky smile and he chuckled before moving to stand in front of you. He held his right thigh as he crossed the room, stopping when your knees were between his legs. He bent down, hands holding on the backrest, effectively trapping you between with his body. Smiling softly at him, your eyes danced between his mesmerizing ones.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted your chin to reach his lips. Kissing him softly. You pulled apart and he sat down next to you, you rested your head on his shoulder and grabbed the remote to put something to watch.

The room was dark, the TV the only light source, and you were lying with your head in his lap, nearly asleep.

“Guess I’ll be seeing less of you,” He murmured, breaking the silence.

Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes tiredly, your eyebrows scrunched together, “It’s a 7 on 7 off. I’ll be here plenty.”

He nodded and reached to move a lock of your hair behind your ear.

Your relationship held surprisingly strong, House wanted it to work which is why he went to Cuddy and admitted that he wasn’t okay.

You were on a two-week long shift, that felt longer, you were tired and missed your bed; you agreed to cover the next week for a colleague who was on vacation. So instead of one week-long shift, you finished yours and started hers.

On your lunch break, you stepped aside and tried to call House. You were a tad disappointed when you got his voicemail, but didn’t think much about it. You tried again before you went to sleep, lying on the stiff, thin mattress in the bunk bed, phone in your hand as you stared at the screen. Perhaps he just turned it off or forgot to charge it, probably turned it off to avoid work, you rationalized to yourself.

You sent a ‘good night’ text for him to see later before putting the phone down and falling asleep.

The alarm clock pulled you out of your sleep, letting out a big stretch before sitting up and checking your phone. First, you checked if House replied but it wasn’t even delivered.

You grabbed your clipboard and made your way to the department you were covering this week. You entered ward 6, immediately welcomed by Alvie who ran up to you, overly excited, to tell you about his new roommate.

“I didn’t know we had a new admission, is he nice?”

He laughed and moved in his spot, “Nope. Not at all. You can call him ‘Heezy.’

“No, you can’t.” A familiar voice stated firmly.

Gently you moved Alvie with a hand on his bicep so you could see the man behind him; your eyes wide open in shock.

“Greg, what are you doing here?”

You pulled him aside to a private room and reached to touch his now short hair, your other hand cupped his cheek softly.

He lowered his eyes, avoiding eye contact, “I was hallucinating from the Vicodin. Dr. Nolan is blackmailing me to stay.”

You nodded, “If you follow the schedule, agree to take meds, participate in group and individual therapy-“

He raised his gaze to look at you and lowered your hands from his face, “I want out of here.”

“It’s not even my department, I’m only covering.”

He closed his eyes and sighed.

You opened the door to leave, turning to him in the doorway, with furrowed brow, “Why didn’t you tell me?” You whispered, your hurt seeping into your words.

He didn’t answer, just lowered his head again.

You rushed down the hallway, you saw House holding Freedom Master’s bloody jacket. You sat beside him in the waiting room at the hospital they were taken to. Nolan called you immediately after getting the news. You looked at your boyfriend, he looked shocked and overwhelmed.

“I need help.” He whispered.

You took a deep breath, stroking his hair and his face, you weren’t sure if you were trying to comfort him or yourself.

“Nolan suspended me until you’re released.”

He looked at you with wide eyes, you’ve never seen him look as afraid as he did at that moment.

You came to visit house every day, he seemed happy you did. He told you no one else has come and that pinched your heart. He was improving and he even told you that his leg hurt much less. You even met Alvie his roommate who told you about the upcoming talent show, which made House very flustered.

You were about to leave, House followed you to the door, his forehead against yours, and he laid short butterfly kisses against your lips.

“Are you going to perform in the show?”

He scuffed and let out a small chuckle as he shook his head.

“I’m gonna come see it anyway.” You decided.

He smiled at you, his big hands cupping your face, his thumbs stroking the apple of your cheeks, “You just want any excuse to see me.”

Grinning, “You’re on to me.” You admitted.

There were about 20 people in the audience watching. Most of the performers were sitting there when not on stage. House was standing in the back, leaning against a wall. His cane is tucked under his arm, his gaze alternating between your back and the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen. The one, the only, Juan Alvarez!”

Alvie ran from the back of the “theater” to the stage.

“See, we got hidden talents. You don’t see hidden secrets. If we could show you those,” He imitated a record scratching as he stalled thinking for the next line.

He stopped and rubbed his head as he tried to think of the next line.

“Then we wouldn’t have no regrets.” House bailed him out from the back.

You turned and smiled at him widely.

“Wanna know my secrets? Sit back and let me explain it. My Pops split, Mama got sick

Cliché, ain’t it. Now I’m a manic Hispanic. I’m trying to make it work, But the doctors think I’m lazy,” he stuck again he looked at Greg.

“And my roommate is a jerk.” Greg supplied.

“Dr. House is in the house, y'all. Give it up for Dr. House to the stage, y'all. Paging Dr. House to the stage, y'all.”

House waved him off. The audience and you especially clapped loudly to encourage him.

“Are you there, Dr. House it's on. Bring it on.”

House stood up straight and made his way towards the stage. He tossed his cane off stage and got into the rhythm.

As Alvie finished the rap, House nodded a little shyly, acknowledging the applause. He put his arm around Alvie’s shoulder and together they took a bow.

On the way back from Mayfield you stopped to get some groceries, as well as ice cream and snacks to munch on while you spend another weekend on your own. You contemplated between the ice cream flavors, you saw a new tub which was whiskey hazelnut and you couldn’t help but add it to your cart, although you knew you’d never eat it, you just knew that House would love it.

Once at home you finished unloading the groceries and decided to unwind with a glass of wine. Just as you sat down and closed your eyes a sudden loud knock on the door startled you. You opened the door just a crack, enough to see your boyfriend’s familiar face. Grinning wildly as the door hit the wall from the force you opened it and threw your arms around his neck.

Staggering backward with his arms around you, he chuckled and embraced you.

“Nolan gave me a night pass. I have to go back in the morning.”

Smiling, you nodded and pulled him inside.

“I got something for you,” you told him as you got the ice cream and two spoons.

“You didn’t know that I’d be allowed to leave.”

Sheepishly smiling, “It wouldn’t have gone bad in the freezer, it would’ve waited for you.”

He leaned forward and kissed you, not that he’d admit but he was touched by the gesture.

Stroking his face before reaching to play with his now very short hair, “By the way,”

He raised his eyes from the ice cream carton to look at you.

“I hate the new haircut.” You shared, making you both laugh.

[welldonekhushi]

Solovetsky Ending

Timeline: Call of Duty Black Ops: Cold War

Characters featured: Russell Adler, Vincent "Bell" Stephens (Vasili Mikhailovich Sokolov)

Summary: Bell did the righteous by siding with Adler and choosing Solovetsky to stop Perseus from nuking Europe. But, even after achieving triumph, Bell feels a little unsatisfied with the result.

Warnings: Some profanity, use of guns, slight gore and a.. plot twist? Cliffhanger?

Adler and Bell, arrive at the cliffside, overlooking the sea where the seagulls fly. It seemed peaceful, and calm, especially after a bigger threat was over — stopping Perseus. Bell willingly handed over the coordinates to Adler about the hidden missiles that were in the safety of the Solovetsky Monastery, after revealing him about everything the reason they brainwashed him for.

Adler takes a glance at the weather for a while, while Bell just kept staring at the agent, with a neutral expression. Adler takes out a cigarette and lights it up, inhaling the stick and puffing out the smoke from his lips, as he speaks his first words.

"Arctic air. Clears the head, doesn't it?" Adler smiles, turning to Bell who rather listens to the conversation diligently.

"Bell, you made two extraordinary sacrifices to stop Perseus. One was without your knowledge. The other.. you made that decision of your own accord." Adler took another drag of his cigarette, blowing off the smoke from his lips. "I just want you to know that this little thing that's happened to you and me.. It was always for the greater good."

Bell slightly smiled at the success of their mission, his eyes darted towards the rocks for a while, before he could face the agent in triumph.

"You're a damn hero, you know that, kid?" Adler tossed his cigarette away, as he took one step away from Bell, looking out at the horizon.

"I'm sorry that along with wiping off your memories, with giving you the Vietnam flashbacks, and your indulgence with Park with the MI6.. we had to make you reluctant to speak. But don't worry, that will wear off anytime, just the secondary brainwash effects. And as they say, heroes have to make sacrifices. For the greater good."

"I know." Bell finally spoke towards Adler, in a confident tone. "But, I'm glad that you brought me wherever I am right now, Russell."

Adler was slightly confused, yet surprised when Bell had his voice opened after a long time of being silent. It made him feel a bit uncomfortable, but continued to cooperate with his teammate. "What do you mean, Bell?"

"To teach me. What it feels to be controlled under somebody, when in truth, you were always meant to be free." Bell speaks his thoughts, after having them caged inside of him for a long time.

"Perseus only thought of me as an useful asset. He used me for his own advantage.. despite promising me he'd protect me. I lost everything that I had. Turns out, I feel glad that you saved me from that turmoil." Bell was opening up to Adler, as he carefully listened to him talking about his days with the opposing faction.

"But.. can I be honest with you, Adler?" Bell tilts his head, his hands now inside of his pockets as he takes a satisfied sigh. The agent was a bit reluctant to listen, but he gave the nod.

"Sure but, I think we don't have much time so, speed up kid."

Bell looked at the sky for a short while, before he spoke the truth. "I was about to send you all to Duga. I had no choice."

Adler was a bit astonished by Bell's words. Did Bell have a plan in his head to kill the whole team before? If he wanted to, he could have chosen that very path, but instead he went for Solovetsky. It was quite baffling for Adler to piece together everything, as Bell continues to speak.

"But.. knowing that Perseus used me, I couldn't spare him for what he did along with the rest. So, I took my revenge, and gave him what he deserves.. but — something in me still feels empty. As if Perseus wasn't enough."

Adler was feeling a bit unsure that what was the other thing Bell felt incomplete all this time. They got to Perseus already, who was the other one in his head?

"I used to feel like I was inside of a cage. Locked. Nowhere to escape. But now, it seems like the crow has finally spread its wings. And it knows what to do now."

Something didn't feel right for Adler, as the uneasiness inside of him grew even louder. Bell was smiling towards him, in a way that would leave the CIA agent into a thousand doubts.

"Because as you said, Adler.. sacrifices are to be made. For the greater good."

Adler slightly backed off from Bell, who gave him a neutral expression but the smile in him vanished the moment his stare became a glare. Bell took one step ahead towards Adler, as he tried calling onto to bring him back to his senses.

"Bell."

"It's Vasili." He drew his gun out of his pocket, and shot Adler on the shoulder, making the man fall down with great force. The agent groaned in pain, the blood leaking out of his jacket, as Adler growled and drew his hands towards his pockets to take out his pistol and aim towards Bell, but he knocked the gun off by his legs and slammed his feet on Adler's chest, pinning him on the rocky surface on the cliff they were while the injured man grunted in agony.

"I want you to remember this very moment, Russell. The day you tricked me was the biggest mistake of your entire life." Bell, who now referred to himself as Vasili, expressed his resentment towards Adler who was responsible for the brainwashing, and made him believe that he was one of the family, only to get what he wanted — which was finding Perseus.

"You fucked with my mind. You fucked with my identity. And you took away the only thing that represented me for who I was!" He gripped the pistol tighter towards Adler as he spat in anger, letting out the pent-up frustration he had inside of him for a long time. "You aren't less than Perseus, aren't you Adler? But what to say.." Bell chuckled half-heartedly. "You were so.. blind. Thinking you're the pure one here when you have blood on your hands as well, sir."

Adler watched in horror as he couldn't believe that Bell would actually turn his back away from him. Vasili then slowly bends down towards the man, so he can say something important before he takes his leave.

"Not even Perseus, nor Russell Adler. But just.. Vasili. Which is me." Bell said, his words sharp so they'd be remembered. He pulled out his leg from Adler, as the agent choked and wheezed for air, coughing. He gripped his shoulder tightly, trying to get on his feet but got on his knees instead.

Bell checked the reloads and cocked his gun. "I could have killed you right now, Adler.. but I have better plans than that. I hope that the wound gives you a good time when you return to the safehouse."

Adler tried to reach out to Bell, extending his arm as if he didn't want him to leave. "Bell.. listen to me. We can talk about this."

Vasili just glared at the man, with no remorse. Yet, he wishes to hear him one last time. "I would want you to speed up as well, Adler. I don't have much time."

"Trust me. I didn't mean to make you suffer, Bell.. I only want you to understand. That.. this was never personal." Adler quickly grabbed the pistol that was on the ground, and drew his aim towards Vasili, prepared to shoot the agent back. Meanwhile, Bell widened his eyes as Adler was about to retaliate, and before Bell could pull out the gun —

BANG!

Fade to black.

[evenceflux18]

Coraline be like: No I don't over react, nothing would make me freak out

Also Coraline when Wybie do his thing: *Screams at the maximum pitch of her volume to show support*

[how-very-salty]

tw blood and gore

"You look like hell, darling"

"I just got back"

[skzsaxicolous]

screaming. crying. throwing up.

[lil-dormouse]

Maybe he deserves to be punished 😈 but not to be killed

[celestial-artisan]

Alternative ending from this

Alastor: What are the disadvantages of eating a clock? Vox: You ate cocks? Alastor: It's time-consum- Alastor: Vox: Thought you weren't into that but cool

[miosko-art]

Continuation of that bad ending with the dream. 🍄👁️🍎

[no1knzme]

Posting my art here hehe 🤓

[chthontoya]

Uraichi, post-canon soulmates.

Post-canon.

After defeating Yhwach Ichigo can't return back to Transient world. (He have already influenced his friends and at that time he wasn't nowhere close to his prime). Ichigo becomes the captain of the 8th division. Lisa teaches him in the begining and then becomes one of three Kyoraku's fukutaicho. Hirako as captain of the 5th helps Ichigo too.

Rukia barely handles the 13th division as a second in command without a captain. She's a good leader in general but she's a bad leader of the Kidō corps and a bad keeper of connection with the Transient world. However Rukia is wonderful at keeping peace in Rukongai during cooperation with the 7th division, another division without a captain. So the 7th come to the captain commander with a request for Kuchiki Rukia to accept them as her division. She agrees.

Captain is actually owns a division without a right of succession, except for 2nd and 6th divisions. That's why new captain can change a division according to their liking without almost any limitations. That's also why frequent change of captains is a really bad sign.

During Rukia's leadership in the 13th, Kyoraku asks Tessai to take back a position of the head of the Kidō corps. Tessai agrees. More than that, he often advises with Urahara, who partially moved to the Soul Society after Ichigo left the Transient world. Because of that, Urahara's exceptional skills with Kidō, his connection with the world of living and his previous experience, it was easy to find a candidate for a role of captain of the 13th division.

Shiba got back their noble status and now include the Kurosaki family. With the way Ichigo's and Urahara's relationship develop and some tension between Karin and Toshiro, almost half of Gotei 13 is under command of the main noble houses. Jokes about Yoruichi and Ishin coming back the same way Urahara did are guaranteed.

Soulmate-au.

Soulmate is the only person a soul can fall in love with. Soulmate is defined after first meeting - the name of one's soulmate appears on one's body (or reishi body). Quinci's souls are mutated and they intuitively make both their and their mate's mark disappear/not appear. Nobody but quinci know about this.

Urahara has no idea how love feels like (he has his suspicions but there's only evidence of opposite). Ichigo knows about soulmates but has no idea why it's important. Kisuke and Ichigo are soulmates since first meeting and there's no evidence but everyone is sure about it from the way the pair acts with each other.

P. s.

No shinigami know if hollows and quinci even have soulmates. During one of drinking nights, when Urahara allows his careless persona mask the true feelings for Ichigo (he can put his head on Ichigo's shoulder and only his closest friends will know how much it really matters), Yoruichi and Hirako finally make Ichigo admit that he has soulmate it's just works differently for quinci. Ichigo's is pulled by Kisuke to somewhere immediately.

Next day Ichigo appears with Urahara's name, soulmark, on his neck. His skin under it is red and blue from all the attention the mark have gotten.

[lorainelegacy]

Memories

Another doodle because today I felt like drawing something sad. Eleazar in his office holding Loraine's wand. He has written a letter to her.

I can still imagine you, so vivid and clear, sitting next to me, sharing the complicit silence of two intertwined souls. Even when I playfully asked you not to sit at the table, you, with that mischievous smile I loved so much, did it anyway. You did it because you simply delighted in watching me, exploring every gesture, every nuance of my being, just as I was lost in the depths of your gaze. I can still smell the sweet scent of vanilla and cinnamon emanating from your skin. The aroma of your favourite tea. I can still smell it, like an invisible caress that, though comforting, breaks me to my core. I see you still, surrendered to exhaustion in front of the fire. Those nights when study consumed you and you found in my office, our home, a sanctuary of rest. Your sleeping figure was the most tender of visions. I can still feel your hands, delicate and warm, tracing paths of tenderness on my face, leaving their trace in my heart. And your lips… oh, how I miss the softness of your lips, those messengers of love that spoke without words, that said all that our hearts dared not utter aloud. I can still feel your faint breathing on my chest as you fell asleep on top of me on our sofa. In those moments I felt like the guardian of your dreams, the silent custodian of your rest. And as you drifted off to sleep, I lay awake, marvelling at the simplicity of happiness. Your two-coloured eyes are still the most precious gems I have ever beheld. It pains me so much to know that I will never see them again… I know that you will always be here, by my side, in every sigh, in every heartbeat, in every thought. Because what we were together, that is immortal, and neither time nor distance can take it away from me. I still feel you, my love. Even though you are no longer here.

[aeternal-nightmare]

Well I painted something