A lukewarm, fast-fading ember of memory is what his guiding light has been reduced to, but even if faint, that tender light and lasting heat are just as precious. Rivetra, drabble.

...and the world will break them, wielding the early frosts in one hand, but not before they break themselves and tear their petals with their own thorns, and their roots rot and fall off, painlessly, but for that, all the more iniquitously. And in the midst of that frost, it is only each other that they can rely on. After coronation, non-incest Virgil/Vanessa, manga-verse.