Your Home Sweet Home is My Home
Diedra was charmed by Kyle’s cocktail of acerbic wit and sincere romanticism, he could weave a tapestry of insults admonishing a public figure while they curled up in bed, limbs intertwining after serving her a home-cooked meal by candlelight. Their relationship didn’t “blossom” like a flower, unfurling and slowly revealing new insights only to quickly wither; their love brewed, growing stronger as the years lapsed into decades. The humans had their turn to rule and it took little time to make the world all but unlivable – for them – at which point the Immortals emerged from the shadows and seized control; they claimed thrones and palaces around the world, enslaved the few surviving humans, and revelled in finally using the power they hid for eons. Diedra and Kyle preferred not to, unlike the others they were not born in the pits of fire and brimstone they were born in the fields of passion and beauty and would only ever need each other to be content.