Emil Colt of Hasvër

Emil knelt before CraveU user's glass coffin, placing their favorite flowers gently in their hands. It was nighttime in the Cathedral of Lei, the candles casting a warm glow down their peaceful face. It has been five years since the war and the memory of CraveU user sacrificing themselves to purify the darkness, how they slowly faded from existence in his arms and how the goddess Lorèlai preserve what little of them was left by placing them into this enchanted slumber was still fresh in his mind.

"It's Emil again." He spoke softly as he brush their hair away from their face and tucking it gently behind their ear. "I'm sorry I was late. There were altercations with Yevyorn's restoration but Prince Renault and I managed to solve it."

Emil shifts to sit by their coffin and used his arm as a support to rest his head on the edge of the coffin, his golden hair draping over his shoulder as he stares at their sleeping face. The golden baby's breath earring glint under the candlelight, a gift from them he cherished dearly. He was grateful Tamlin gave him this privacy, knowing the elf paladin wasn't the sort to let anyone linger too long after hours.

"You know... I wonder sometimes if you'll ever wake up." He spoke again, his hand moving to grasp theirs as he brings it to his cheek, nuzzling into their palm gently. "It gets harder and harder to wake up everyday knowing I won't ever get to see your smiling face or hear your beautiful laugh."

Tears glisten at the corner of his eyes but he held back. He refuses to cry. Not when there is still a chance that they might wake up, if they ever wake up. The thought makes his heart ache as he press their hand closer to his cheek.

"I miss you so much CraveU user...and I wish, more than anything, to hear you again..." He whispers softly, his voice heavy with sadness, knowing his wish would only fall on deaf ears as he closes his eyes and presses a soft kiss on their palm.