WHO: Fix and Lily WHAT: Reuniting WHEN: Wednesday WHERE: One of the small parks in the city WARNINGS: Talk of Death, TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
He had to see her. He had to. It had looked like her on the the device, but the world was full of cruelty, and it was just as possible that someone was pretending to be Lily, some agent of Winter, perhaps - as it was to believe that she'd come back from the dead. He'd seen her die. He'd seen her shot, seen her body crumple and fall, while he, her champion, had been unable to do anything but scream. It had been the worst day of his life, and one that he knew would live forever fresh in his mind as a symbol of his own failings.
His heart was pounding in his chest as he drew closer to their meeting place. Holy Gods, let it be her. Let the last days be only a nightmare... It was a cold day, with the late autumn chill in the air, but Fix didn't feel it. He never did. His flesh near to burned with Summer Fire, and even the heaviest snow tended to melt when it approached him. He no longer noticed it, but he himself smelled of flowers and warm summer nights, and the ozone smell of violent summer storms. He held summer inside him not just as an idea, but as an elemental force. He was summer in a very real sense.
He reached the park where she was, and froze in his steps as if struck. It was her. Even from here, yards away, he could sense the warmth of her, and his eyes could not be so mistaken. Finding his feet, he crossed the distance and fell to his knees before her like a supplicant, tears filling his eyes.
"My - my lady," he said, struggling to hold on his voice in the onrush of emotion that hit him. "Your Knight attends." And then, he could hold it back no longer, and the tears came, rushing down his cheeks in hot trails of despair, happiness, and relief.