Title: Solace
Fandom: Blackthorn & Grim
Rating: PG
Notes: prompt #57 "the end"
Solace
He looks at the moon through the bars of his cell and tells her of the sun.
He does not speak of the rooster's call or the break of day, for both will herald her execution.
Instead, he talks of summer days--of warmth on her skin and wind in her hair. He cries and evokes a gurgling stream, cool water around her ankles, and bird song in the forest.
He speaks until his voice is raw, and his eyes are dry, and the moon disappears. Hoping that when they take her away, she will carry his words with her.
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