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Wren was sweet and did a little writing on a take of the end of a story...
If you don't know the characters of Allon and Citrine, prepare to be lost XD
though if your curious, feel free to check them out in Reyna Crelos' shop.
(i should put the link here... but i'm subscribed to the guild if your dying to read XD)


Hands overlap his own. Ones that are softer, smaller, but hold more strength than one could even imagine. Allon's eyes are closed and he leans back against Citrine, his eyes barely cracking open to see the smile on her face, the way her lips mouth silent words.

He doesn't have to hear her to know what she's saying. Allon smiles back, a smile of final peace after a long journey. A journey he wouldn't have made without her. Citrine is a warm body pressed against his back and the tip of the blade is a cold chill that will eventually pass.

Neither say a word, but their hands move at the same time and the blade shoves through, killing Allon and with him, Citrine. Because, for where he goes, she is sure to follow. His strength. His purpose.

Allon finds himself opening his eyes, holding a hand over them to block out the lazy afternoon sun. There's a warm weight on his chest and he looks down to see Citrine nestled up against him as she usually is. There's no blood on him or on her, but he watches as she stretches out with that feline grace of hers and mouths more words she doesn't bother to speak.

And in the distance, Allon and Citrine can hear the laughter and rejoicing of the people who, like them, know what heaven is.


Heaven on earth.