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[onefellswoop]

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[onefellswoop]

I have a memory.

[ … ] Traces, glimpses of memories like gossamer, like fog. Difficult to clasp hold of, but glowing with the warmth of heart’s truth.

Molten metal, and the glint of burnished gold. Excitation, euphoria running through my blood, my fingertips. [ … ] Golden scales on material toned gold and red.

Two rings, crafted by my own hands.

[ … ]

I don’t know what became of them. When they were - or when one was - bestowed. But I have my suspicions. I have certainties.

My husband; I am certain you were that.

And I would have asked my wolf. That, as well, I believe; that, as well, strikes warm resonance.

[ … ]

I loved you; I know that. My heart leaps toward the thought, nestles into it like honest, long-for comfort.

Well.

We’ll find the rings, my Dearest. And your wolf self is right; ‘mate’ holds meanings manifold, holds connectivity that sings itself even when memory’s gone absent.

Your nearer-to-human self is right, as well, or I find it so: This wish to be known as your husband. This desire to call you and have you known as my own.

My wolf, and my sometimes-a-man. Your man-not-man, your creature walking in this guise adores you fully.

And I will bring that blanket.

Your blanket.

I remember you, wrapped soft in its embrace. Myself, nuzzled at your neck, and you drawing your arms outstretched, then clasping, to wrap me in the blanket with my Puppy.

You remember I’m so pleased that you remember it, I

[ … ]

I didn’t let her touch it, you know.

It remained in my room always. For my knowledge only; a comfort in which I might enclose myself, and know your scent.

And think of you only, you always.

My love, I missed you so. Missed what we were, and ought to have been. I should have Well. There isn’t any changing what’s occurred. Only moving forward and with you, always.

I know my luck, the grace of your fortune as infinite.

I long now for the night’s arrival.

Your and I, your blanket, and a soft-burning fire.

My Love, we’ll have our heaven. This night, and every day, every evening after.