rethdis-love:

She was asleep, full of prattle. Gambler stroked her hair for a long time, sitting next to her and thinking about what she said. To leave? But how will he live without it? And most importantly — how will she live?

— You are my woman, — he said sadly. — I would give my life for you, without hesitation. Reth, oh Reth, what should I do? I love you, after all.

He peered at her sleeping face.

**

Dawn found him in a strange city.

He did not know why he left. This was the last thing he wanted to do — he needed a woman like air. But he also knew that she would drive him away anyway, anyway. In some ways, he could understand her, but he was still angry. And secretly hoped that she would call him and tell him to come back. But he understood that there is almost no hope. And he was scared.

Prev 
|
Beginning

Rus

rethdis-love:

She paused, not looking at him. The young man was silently shocked, and then sat down beside him and embraced her. The woman covered her face with her hands and burst into tears again.

— Reth, I’m going to die one day, with or without you, you know? But you’re so selfish, Reth! Why did you start all this? I could just leave then and our destinies would not be connected…

— Because I’m a fool, Gambler! I could not resist!

— Please do not cry. I can not leave, Reth, you do understand? And I do not want to do this.

She clutched at him and cried out in despair:

— Gambler, I beg of you! You must go!

Prev |
Beginning

Rus

rethdis-love:

The young man jumped to his feet and stared at the elf in silent perplexity. She waved her hand in exasperation and quickly began to speak.

— Gambler, I’m not even from this world. In my world I was a archer, an adventurer and I did well to do it all. My world is a wonderful place and, I hope, it remains to this day. But there are wars in all worlds, Gambler. And I died on one of them.

— You understand? I died there and woke up here. I do not know how it happened. I
remember the heavy spear that protruded from my chest, I remember my
death cries — I’m immortal, Gambler, but I, too, can be killed. I do not have time and disease, but not hatred of others.

— I’ve
been living here for about a hundred years, I remember how this town
was inhabited and understood that I’m just as immortal here. Gradually I got used to your world and even started to like it all — quiet and quiet life. Yes,
I’m still sad about my world, according to my friends who stayed there,
but I understand that I will not be able to return back. And where should I go? To the grave? This is at best, I’m afraid that my body was not even buried…

— And then you appear, Gambler. And I’m going crazy. You, so young and mortal, climb into my heart and firmly occupy it. Two years have passed, more will be done. I do not want to see you growing up, and then you get old and die on my hands. And what will it be for you? Imagine — you are getting old, and I look exactly the same as at the moment of our acquaintance! Spare me and yourself from this, Gambler! I do not want to suffer for the rest of eternity, remembering how you died.

— I saw you with Object together — you are so young, and if Object now has a normal life, then what will happen to you? I
want you to build your destiny with an ordinary woman, start a family
and children… and I can not even give birth to a child,  Gambler!

Prev

| Beginning

Rus