a king walks among us
His trail diverged from Juniper's long ago. He wished they could travel the world, side by side, two lone souls in a picturesque wilderness that forgave them for being what they were. This is not their reality. It likely never will be.
More than once he has thought of throwing himself from a cliff, or simply disappearing, gone into the night like a shadow forgotten. It would kill him to abandon her, but it would be better, for both of them. Wouldn't it?
Why urge himself to live, only to end up alone once more?
The black bull cut through the mountains; treacherous as they were, the plains would leave him open, and he couldn't be sure yet that nobody had followed, or would follow. He had a better chance of losing anyone still trailing him. Dry blood still clung to his coat, and as he skittered down the mountainside, the lake which opened up before him cried out in his mind. Come, drink, bathe. Wash away your sorrows and be free. Rey had never been much of a swimmer (he's never gone swimming, at all), but the desire to do so was indescribable. But he did not dive headfirst. For a while, he only surveyed the area, and the waters, and the cavern mouths. If anyone was here, he would gut them before they had the chance to scream.
He was alone.
Finally.
The black stallion sunk into the water, dirt discoloring it all around his dark form. He drank - when was the last time he'd seen water? - and scraped away the blood and sand that doggedly stuck to him. All around was quiet, save for El Rey.
@Lucinda
”in blood the blade, to its golden hilt, I’ll drown,“
I pledge you now, to death they all are bound,
