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It was a day like any other.
You were out and about, hunting the abyss order. After all, as the top healer of Khaenri’ah when it fell, it’s your duty to see to the well being of your people. Well, relative well being.
Although you can’t do anything about the curse, you can keep the warped minds behind the abyss order from hurting them any more. Thus, not long after Khaenri’ah fell, you cast off the mantel of healer and took up the sword, just like Dainsleif, your once lover.
After Khaenri’ah fell and it’s people were cursed with immortality, you two quickly lost sight of one another. You weren’t even sure he was still alive. He had been in the midst of it all that day and you know full well that even the most skilled warrior can fall in battle.
So the last thing you expected was to find him leaning up against a wall in the same tunnel you were searching.
“Captain?” Your voice is barely a whisper and it doesn’t seem to catch Dainsleif’s attention.
You clear your throat and try again. “Dainsleif, is that really you?”
Dain pushes himself away from the wall and turns to face you, freezing when he meets your eyes.
“Y/N. You’re here.”
You nod, itching to touch him, to confirm that this isn’t a hallucination 500 years in the making, but you can’t make yourself move.
“I’m here.”
“Why? You should be—”
“A hilichurl?”
Dain’s face twists in distaste, but he doesn’t say otherwise.
“I was lucky, I suppose. I was spared from that pathetic fate. Now I’m hunting those who torture them.”
“You too? No. I should have known you would. Always so sweet until someone messed with your loved ones.”
The force gluing your feet to the ground releases you and you launch yourself at your former lover.
“Dain. I missed you so much.”
Dain wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your hair. “Y/N. You’re alive. I didn’t think you could be.”
“I’m the Twilight Sword’s lover, how could I not be?”
“You still want to be my lover? After this long?”
You reach up and cup Dain’s face. “How could I not? As long as were both alive I will love you. I told you that right before Khaenri’ah fell. The minds of our people might be eroding, but the love in my heart won’t.”
“Y/N.” Dain groans. “You’ve been reading romance novels again.”
You burst out laughing, the sound bouncing off the earthen walls of the tunnel.
“No, Dain, my silly captain, I haven’t. Unlike you, I have no issues speaking from the heart.”
“Don’t leave me again.”
“What?” You do a double take, pulling back so that Dainsleif’s words aren’t muffled by your hair.
“Come with me. If we’re both hunting the Abyss Order, it won’t hurt to travel together.”
“Won’t hurt?”
Dain flushes. “Please, travel with me, Y/N. To our end or the order’s end.”
“To our end or the order’s. That sounds like a wedding vow.”
“It’s not. But maybe one day…”
Your heart leaps, because for the first time in 500 years, there’s a “one day” not just a “yesterday”.