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A sword chose him, claimed him as its own, taking his hopes and dreams and sharpening them to searing, razor points.
I’d thought I’d lost him forever, gone to the metal, to the blade, until he arrived with another in hand, steel singing a song I’d never before heard, stripping the film off my eyes and giving me the gift of sharing his world once more.
It’s always nice to have fantasy men. To wonder at their stories :) Merry Christmas to everyone!