“I love you!” she screamed the words like a confession to the blue sky.
“I love you too, lass,” Bryn growled, lifting his mouth from her sex.
“I love you too,” the Dark whispered upon a frigid breeze. It skated through the fields and made her nipples even more taut than before. Bryn and Hail both shivered at its touch, though they did not seem to notice it. Their desire was hotter and more immediate than any whispers of the Dark. They had the arrogance of the player, the idea that their actions, desires, and thoughts molded the world. They chose to forget the machinery of the Dark and instead took refuge in one another’s arms, joining together at the loins, sinking into their shared love.
Before plunging into Hail’s hot, tight chalice, Bryn did one last thing. He relinquished his previous save and cast a new one. He locked the world in stone, cemented all happenings in place, and he made Hail his forever.