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You loved me and I froze in time...
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It is always cold and closed in the inbetween place.
The darkness stalks and taunts but can never truly reach to destroy.
Katrina wishes it could.
She is burdened with the knowledge of her love's destiny, of his soul's place in the ultimate battle,
Of the one who would be his light in the dark.
She knew then, before she knew him what his role would be and she tried to keep distant watch.
To merely be a protector and observor.
But Ichaod is too persistant, far too sure of himself in his entitlement.
She cannot deny his charm in this, his somehow endearingly stubborn propriety and patience.
His beauty also does not hurt his cause, the melody of words on his tongue.
He reached into her chest and clutched her heart, held it fast and she was caught.
Despite what could not be changed, she had the burden of being his,
Even unto he willingly released his hold.