Time Throws Fire
by Ophelia Everfall
Part One | Redux Eterna
Part Two | Polymath Blues
Part Three | The Feather
Part Four | Wizard
Part Five | Coward’s End
Part Six | Whirls of Wind
Content Warning: This is only a story.
Chapter Nineteen
Echo was home. A place she’d never been—not like this. Held and wrapped from behind in a strongest grip, grasped so tightly it would be known they weren’t intending to ever let go. She’d pressed back into Rory with her whole self and a gentle sigh escaped.
Peace was rest and this was that. Nothing between them had been so perfect—not even those first chances to hold each other they’d had before the tear which saw this relationship reborn a fright of fight. Echo had been picking battles with Rory since her return and roaring towards something needed without stop. To know they’d been who they were and not the monster she’d made them to be in her mind was what began her healing. Demons were borne in this woman in their absence and the way she saw it as foretelling the truth of her spirit. A most damaging thing that had been to be understanding in the rightness of her heart for when it spoke with clarity and rang that one bell clearest throughout the whole of her life.
Mind was a mess and the single most worrying thought this girl could ever have had been quelled. That it would end the way it had with Rory’s disappearance; that they’d died. The fear she’d not get to see their face again—her smile. It was the most beautiful feeling Echo ever felt simply to being allowed a chance to bring it out of them.
Honor was found in moments beside. It felt as if she had an equal Echo could at last reside with. Nowhere was less of hectic notion. Togetherness was found in rejoining head to breast. No sense of loss in the presence of each breath. Heart would be as one again as it felt in heaven.
Underneath was the simple plan to rebuild anew into something harmonic and grand. The Foundry would change with these two working together. Echo would lose no sleep without them knowing the bridge had been mended of a final parting which tore her heart to remember.
Breath was whole. Time would slow. Ingenuity would strike within the mind and heart of these two in the stillness. Cast forth from those moments was grace.
Truth’s shown face by right of those flickering specs of godhope clamoring each chamber of space unseen within Foundry walls had brought them back. Rory was home too.
Chance was taken and it unwound the clock. Scales tipped. Sense was regrafted to Echo’s spirit that hadn’t been felt but twice before; Rory touched her face and kissed her.
