Work Text:
It is a beautiful day and nothing is breaking. Everything is bright, warm, the scar she put there the only thing in the endless, blue sky. Her armor is spotless, blade unmarked, spells sizzling at her fingertips but not yet let loose. There is no final battle in this war, no rush of blood or surge of her voice to beg or curse him for the last time.
There is only her, and him, and an eluvian buckling as the gods of her people try to claw their way through. Not so easily killed, not so easily imprisoned either. Another complication, another ruination of his plans. Both of their worlds are in danger now from forces festering for eons, a plague that will wipe all light from the universe with its wrath.
He smiles and every line is a memory, every crack in his countenance a decision, and this goodbye is another one. A final choice for her, and for him, for the worlds that are and could have been. When he steps through the eluvian it shatters behind him to the fading roar of angry gods.
Somewhere a bird chirps happily. The wind blows and smells of pine and laurel. It is a beautiful day and she can see nothing but broken pieces of glass.