So it had come to this. His life to be ended by his own soulmate. Sword to his neck she asks him “any last words”
The love of his life, his other half. The one who completes him, his home. His comfort, his world, his everything. He never told her just how he felt, he never told her. He felt that it was beneath him at the time. But now…if she knows maybe she’ll give him a chance. A chance to prove, a chance to redeem himself. He lets go of his ego and fears. He draws what little courage he has left. “I love you”
Her mask falters and her eyes begin to water. A sorrowful expression takes hold upon her face “I…I..I” she whispers and his hope grows, he holds his breath desperately waiting for her to continue. He had waited years for this, for the both of them to take the leap of faith and confess their love for one another. For the both of them to become one, to complete their bond. It had taken him 15 years, to persuade her into allowing him to court her. They’d been together for 6 nearly 7 years. How it all came to this, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he got a patronus for James Potter that Malfoy manner had fallen and that they were all outnumbered. He arrived to a battlefield, more then half the manner and it’s grounds were destroyed. So many people fighting, spells being thrown left and right, weapons clashing and pained screams. “I don’t” those words pull him back to the present. His eyes flying to his soulmate, her aura cold and hostile. “What!”
“I Do Not Love you” her lips turn up and a cruel smile graces her face “Did I really fool you that well” she leans down, her form towering over him “Fate showed her cruelty by destining you, to be mine”
Utter pain rushes through him, no mask would ever be able to hide his heartbreak and betrayal. Persephone pulls away and plunges her sword through Thomas’s heart. Blood pours out of his mouth but he doesn’t notice. All he does is look up at his soulmate, as he feels his life start to fade away. He see’s the vindictive gleam in her eyes and her strong stance. The sound of boots walking on snow disrupts the deafening silence between them as those footsteps make their way towards them. The footsteps come to an abrupt stop and Thomas see’s feminine hands snake their way onto his soulmates waist and shoulder. It couldn’t be, he thought her dead. But here she was, Persephone’s lover alive and in the flesh. “Aelora” he whispers and in return she shakes her head. He is on the brink of death, not even a minute left. He is confused if she is not Aelora then who? The woman in question speaks “Hello brother”. Thomas gasps as he regains memories “sister!” His sister moves closer to his soulmate rapping around her possessively “Well it was nice to catch up death, but a girls got to live. And I have a lot to make up for, for all the time that I was away from my dearest. Tata now say hello to the fates for me. A deal is a deal”
“Life” Mortems last words before he’s sent back to beyond the veil