Fiontann

“No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.”

"Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver.  But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it"

The air was cold that night, and Deor was laying near the edge of the river, awaiting his death. There was not much to do for him, for he endured some hard times in the hands of his own kin. They beat him halfway to death, and left him to be eaten by bears or wolves.

He was not moving and was barely breathing. Some of his ribs were crushed, and the grass near his laying half naked body was covered in his blood. Life was fading out for Deorgast. 

Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing

Hardoleth was often gone when she awoke, though this morning he had overslept, hardly surprising, it had been a long night, a catharsis, a defining moment followed by tenderness and love.

"There is no foot too small that it cannot leave an imprint on this world"

It was late evening and Neyaa had not felt the child move since yesterday morning.

"My heart beats for you alone. I shall be by your side until my very last breath"...