a king walks among us
All he can do is listen. Her words are like nectar, yes - always - but there is power in them, and conviction, and all of the things he never thought he would have, never even knew were there to have - and she is pouring them all into his chalice, his heart. The black bull leans into her kiss like it is a sacrificial blade. They could have children together. They could be happy. They could have love, eternal love, and share it. All for these she says as commandments, prophecy.
”You, my love, will never be alone. I won’t let you be sad and mad without you knowing where you can turn.”
Everything she spoke of was a comfort to him, and for a moment he could forget. A long moment, and a longer one yet. The black bull pushes into her, his eyes closing as the peace of her envelops him, as it always does, the quiet strength of divinity between them.
”Let us rest, then,” he says, and it feels like her words, ”knowing that we will always be.”
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”in blood the blade, to its golden hilt, I’ll drown,“
I pledge you now, to death they all are bound,
