Behind The Mirror

I found T at the Circus tonight, in the tent where she and I took the first step together not so many months ago. She is getting her circus legs back she says. A slight bobble brought out the old, accustomed frustration in her and I take it as another good sign, one that lightens the heavy stone of worry that has weighed down my heart since her return. I see her up on the wire as I see her often in my dreams but they are impatient dreams. Sleep filled with dreams of one such as you T are, by necessity, too long to the waking to see the real thing. I am impatient as well this night as I have heard form Lavi and am to meet her later. After all she did to help me find T, I owe her a thanks in person and I suppose I will see what price she desires for that help.

T is on the ground now, standing before me, a vision. The roses I left for her upon waking are woven into her hair, framing that perfect face, the fragrance of them will forever more remind me of her no matter what the centuries bring. I have brought her something this night, something that is more precious than anything I own, something that symbolizes my promise to her for eternity….Macayla’s ring. The gold filigree of the band glows softly in the gaslights, the emerald eyes of the dragon have the spark of something alive as I slip the ring onto her finger. Our kind usually avoids such ceremonial remnants of the mortal world but this symbolizes so much more T. It comes form the woman who brought me into this life of shadows, it is only fitting that it is now worn by the woman who brought me back to life not so long ago.

She has asked about Lavi…Lavi who always seems to be at the edge of everything we do. It surprised her to learn that it was Lavi who left me – left me to face the nights without her, left me deluding myself that she would come back, that she needed me…and eventually left me a bestial, bloody mess praying for it all to end until I heard T’s voice whisper in my mind. Some things are stronger than the blood and I now know this to be true. Love of T has proven it.

My time, my life, belong to T now but I must give Lavi these next few minutes. She helped bring T home and I owe her that much at least. Let’s hope the price is not too high.