Sometimes he is lost in thought, mind wandering to a life years ago and eyes misted over with long created memories, longing visible on his face as he stares at the mirror panes and fingers ghosting over its runes with a phantom gentleness so alien...
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↳the magic is in its final moments
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AARAVOS HAS FORGOTTEN how his home country looked like 一 how his people looked like. He missed the diversity of patterned constellations upon his kin's skin, because there were no two startouched elves with identical symbols. All were different and unique, making each and every single one of them stand out.
He forgot how beautiful the town was underneath the full moon as people mingled about, markings glowing beneath the blackened sky.
He forgot the feeling of the starburst trees as he lounged among their branches, sleeping or simply lost in thought, magic theories on his mind.
He could barely recall the library, massive, with walls as tall as mountains and rows upon rows of books, scrolls, letters and manuscripts; all there for him to let time fly and forget about all that surrounded him.
His memories of his town were misted over, covered by the fog of time and Aaravos could feel his heart break with every memory that he lost to the years.
And yet...
And yet.
Like a blank canvas suddenly splashed with colour, his memories were bright and vivid and full of life once more, all centered around her.
His Andromeda.
The high archmage of his people, with skin as dark as night and deer-like horns, all covered in golden star markings一 from the rings on her horns to the faded tips of her crown, her ears and fingers and the star signs on her high cheekbones and forehead, little stars sprinkled atop her body not unlike freckles.
He remembers threading fingers through her hair, braiding and admiring its midnight shade, the golden strands as if weaved and sown by the world's greatest craftsmen.
The tinkling of jewels rings true, fresh, ghostly, in his ears as a reminder of the shining bands and rings and chains that decorated her horns, ears and head to signify her status.
And then he smiles, his mind drifting to the little orbs of magic that floated around her being akin to fireflies, encasing her body in a constant ethereal glow一 the little orbs that, as a child, helped pacify his moods and calm his temper tantrums.
He rememberes her the most out of all with an unparalleled clarity and softness to her face.
He rememberes her because she is important to his people, to his kind, to him.
She is his Andromeda.
His mentor and guide.
His goddess and protector.
His parent and mother.
She is the woman that brought him into this world, that raised and taught him, that offered support and freedom when needed.
The one place that he sees with the clearness of a moonlit lake is the house in which he grew, from where most memories have already vanished into the wind.
It's because of its connection to her, but instead of seeing yet another day in which she teaches his child self magic, he sees the day that he left, the argument they had and the details that on that day he failed to process.
Her beautiful face now tear stained, soft golden eyes lost, saddened, filled with the world's despair as she calls out for him to return, arms reaching forward as to grab him and drag him back, her calling of his name, at first strong and filled with motherly anger, then anguished as she fell on the floor, watching his back while he walked out the front door.
Her last whispers still haunt him to this day.
("Don't leave Aaravos... Please don't leave me, my little moon...")
And now he sits and stares at the fireplace, trapped within the very mirror that he himself created under her guidance, regretful and bitter and resentful at himself.
Because Aaravos had only his magic as his skill and his mother as his treasure, and now he lost the latter of the two.
And he alone is to blame for that.
He watches as Viren rants about the two runaway princes and his plan of using his own children to dispose of them and he compares him to her.
But he can't seem to hold a candle to her as a parent.
Elbereth was the pillar of her people, their ruler and guardian.
And she was his idol second and mother first.
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A/N:
I read this one one-shot on fanfiction.net about Aaravos' mentor teaching him how to make a magic mirror and three hours later inspiration slid into my dm's for this... thing?
Eh.
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Here are some meanings!
Andromeda =
1. The Andromeda Galaxy, also known as Messier 31, M31, or NGC 224 and originally the Andromeda Nebula, is a barred spiral galaxy approximately 2.5 million light-years from Earth and the nearest major galaxy to the Milky Way.
2. In Greek mythology, Andromeda is the daughter of the king of Aethiopia, Cepheus, and his wife Cassiopeia. When Cassiopeia boasts that she is more beautiful than the Nereids, Poseidon sends the sea monster Cetus to ravage the coast of Aethiopia as divine punishment.
