Not Just An Ending

[Lysander]

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ooc-ness       Lysander stood on the borders, looking back, but only for the slightest moment. His gaze quickly returned to Asariel, his smile huge and genuine. Phoenix Valley had never meant much to him And Asariel hadn’t resisted his suggestion either. She seemed to need a change as much as him, and neither of them has wasted any time getting their departure in order. His cabin was emptied of the dozens of bottles that had collected there, and the odds and ends that he had hoarded. Anything useful that he had built, shelves, a bow and arrow set, and a sling shot, he left by the barn in case anyone could find a use for them. Then he was ready, he hadn’t needed to say good bye to anyone. However, he allowed time for Asariel to do so, and then when all was finished they were ready to set out. To where, Lysander wasn’t sure, but at least they were together.       The anger that Asariel had spat at him that day, by the boat houses. Lysander winced when he remembered how he had treated her. She hadn’t been the first female to give herself over to him, admit such vulnerable emotions, but she had been the only one he felt bad tossing aside. Yet he still had done so, the lies rolling surprisingly not as easily off his tongue as he was accustomed to. “I don’t love you, I never will.” He had felt like such a fool saying it then, and later like an even bigger fool groveling before her, begging forgiveness, and turning himself over to her… something he never would had dreamt possible. Yet it had been worth it, when she had forgiven him, and it had been worth it the days after. Lysander wasn’t sure exactly what this was, but he knew that others called it love so he was content with that label, even if love was something he was previously incapable of.       Steel eyes softened every time he looked upon her, and now was no exception. “Are you ready?” He did not want to rush her, for she had more connections here than he did, even if that meant only one or two wolves she had gotten to know. If she had asked to stay, he would have. If it was for her, he would probably, eventually, be convinced of anything. Yet she had wanted to go too. They fit, it was as simple as that. There was no argument about the roles of their relationship, or where they were going, literally or otherwise. Lysander didn’t quite know where they’d end up, probably back at Phoenix Valley, or close by, someday, but so long as Asariel was there, he didn’t really care.

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