Alone

The day I sent her back to the man who claimed to be her husband. Watching her eyes go blank, forgetting me. Seeing the smile she gave him -- that of a young girl in love. The cold smirk on his face as his hand closed about her waist and he led her out. I retreated to the highest tower of the castle atop the sidhe, staring down on rocks and more rocks as he pulled her through the field of broken bodies, fae and human alike. No. Not pulled. Escorted. I watched her look of horror at the carnage, eyes turned to him for explanation. Watched him smooth her hair back gently, set her atop his horse and ride away with her.

She never looked back.

It didn't matter that it was our choice. It didn't matter that we did it to save our people, to save those we loved from his wrath -- the same wrath that spurred my wife to curse our steps. I blamed them, you see. My family. My people. My position as their leader which meant their welfare came before mine. And she their Queen, she knew her role better than I. Knew I had to let her go to stop the war.

They came to me after, shattered and broken and fearing the king's return. We retreated deeper into the earth. I healed those I could. Tended to those who had lost loved ones. Moved through the centuries performing my role as King of the Underworld, Lord of Bri Leith.

I've never felt more alone.

[locked to Sam]

The kiss is hungry, desperate, teeth biting as much as any soft brush of lips. A thought and he lands them in an empty bedroom. Or at least, he does check. Right. Empty. No sign that it belongs to someone right now. Not that he'd care much. His fingers tighten in the Sorcerer's hair, kissing him again with all the pent up rage and frustration and fear that's been boiling for the past week. Some respite in the Other Realm, but it's surged again, seeing her fragility and Michael's grief.

His lovers need him to be strong, and he can do that. But they need him calm and rational as well, able to give. And he needs somewhere to put the fury and fear if he's going to do that.

So convenient that Samael happened to be around. Doesn't matter that there's a bed in the center of the room. He slams him into a wall, pressing close, urgent and heated with an icy fire.