Fenris stumbled into the room, taking heavy breaths and stabling himself on the door frame. He had ran all the way from the estate to the Gallows, only taking a rest on the boat- if you could call it rest with his nerves so shot.
"Garrett!" he called out to the robed man that stacked books carefully on a shelf along the wall. The glass eyed man turned to face him, forehead marked with that dreaded symbol.
It was his mage. His mage. Not the Templar's. Not the Circle's. But they had stolen him. Garrett had talked of it- knew the damage he had caused and had spoken in silence to Fenris of wishing for this fate. The elf did his best to get him to see the truth and Garrett had agreed to let it slip from mind.
Yet here he was. A mindless puppet doomed to forget who and what he was.
Fenris found it hard to concentrate through his glazed vision. "Garrett…" his voice shuddered out as he pushed himself to the mage's side. The look that once was held beneath those eyes, the love and the care… it was gone.
The magic that was once held in Garrett's heart disappeared with his ability to wield it.
"Fenris. What are you doing here? I must ask you to leave the premises, the public is not allowed here."
Fenris' head dipped to stare at the stone floor. He knew what had to be done- to spare Garrett and himself. He turned his gaze back up to the lifeless eyes of his love, gripping his chin in a gauntleted hand.
Their lips met in one final kiss; the passion Fenris held slipped into Garrett… just as his blade did.