POISON AND WINE

He comes to stand before her, a mess of scars and terror. Virgil does not flinch; she slays monsters, after all. Fiery gaze locks upon him in familiarity. Once she would have liked to walk by his side, to burn the world and conquer together. She?s changed since he left. Domesticity has settled in, contentment as well. She?s found love and a corner of the earth to call her own, and yet there is a hole. What could we have been if you had stayed she wonders. Perhaps her children would not be bastards then, perhaps they would be his. Oh, she doesn?t regret her children, but she wonders how things might be different.
?You left,? she notes. She is not the same girl he had left behind. She is older, more mature, less infatuated. She is truly her own god now, and she is ready to burn those who oppose her. ?I didn?t think you?d be coming back,? she notes. She figured he had moved on, found greener pastures, and now she sees that she is mistaken. He has returned, and she can only wonder what this means for these lands.