FH:

Mayor is devoted to his love.

Today's prompt:"it's a new day, let's go"

Today's veeeery short, 'couse I had stuff on my head and it was hard ;-; sorry not sorry, and see ya!

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Mayor believed one can only love once. And for his one and only love, that he had carried with himself for all his roles and all passing centuries, he would do anything.

He stood by her side for so long. When the first idea of rewriting the world had not yet bloomed in her mind, he was already there. When she decided to take this path of so-called destiny, he followed her step after step. When she got trapped and sealed away, he did her bidding here on earth, pulling the strings of destiny she trusted him with. And he was there when she got so painfully close to achieving her goal.

And when she perished, defeated and bested it might have seemed their ways had parted at last.

But how could he just come to terms with such a cruel outcome.

He couldn't.

And he wouldn't.

He traveled far and wide. Spoke with many wise sages, forgotten gods and demons that know magic even Celestials fear and despise.

He wouldn't rest until She would be in his arms again.

He studied, he learned, he practiced. Time was not an obstacle, his beloved had blessed him with immortality long ago, so he could stand by her side forever. And so he would use that gift to its fullest, searching for a way to bring her back. What other purpose could he have anyways?

His devotion was strong and he was a persistent devotee. And devotee's like him got rewarded greatly.

And so it took him only a century, when he again could stroke her pale, cold cheek, waiting for her to wake up. He looked at her yet not awoken form fondly, running his hand through her long, ink hair with care.

He watched closely as she, for the first time in years, had drafted her first breath. Her thin, soft lips parting and her chest rising slowly. He felt his eyes water slightly as he grabbed her hand in his and brought it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss upon it.

Her beautiful, icy blue eyes opened lazily, fluttering this too long dream away.

First she looks straight up, not believing her senses, her eyes. "My Lady." is the first thing she hears, this soothes her, as it all starts to make sense to her. And so she turns her gaze to him, smiling with this icy serenity in her gaze.

"My Champion." she hums, her voice a bit weak "I should have known, you wouldn't let me rest." and he smiles at that, fat tears running down his cheeks.

"It's a new day, let's go." he kisses her palm again as she sits up, her silhouette outlined by the sunrise's rays.

New destiny awaited them.