Talk:Lich/@comment-25817038-20150323190706/@comment-24.202.19.242-20150410113319

^Hey mate, that one would be my, sorta-actual awnswer from this dilemma. Enjoy it, or not. I felt like a drunk writing this twisted form of stupid. Despite this, that situation was gnawing at my head, begging to be written. And no, it's not a violent, nor a super escape with no consequence thing.

Of course, when I said all of that, you could say that I was working myself to exhaustion. I was so busy making new rift for refugees to get to our sanctuaries that I used petty excuses to stay encased in my underground museulium, thinking she was really busy and just wanted more power.

That last sentence, however, was a lie. Finally having enough of my reasons to share a few moment of rightful intimacy and worried that I would literally kill myself at work, she promptly walks to me without me noticing and robbed me of my focus with a gentle, yet firm head slap.

"Hey, what's the big idea, can't you see I'm bu-- I was going to bellow. Instead, I was treated to a tearing spouse that had her hand shaking, yet had no remorse sapping me of my work.

"Enough", I hear her whisper, "when we promised ourselves to each other, I had told you, dear husband, that I would most likely be busy. Your cheerful and understanding is what had me falling for you. But..."

I saw she struggled with those words, like she really wanted me to see that I had changed from months of constants labor. Yet, it wasn't until I saw her cry, something she had not done since the wedding.

"...I can't bear seeing you turn from that heart-warming man to a work-obsessed dwelling in your post. Putting those people to safety will be useless if you end up dead anyway." She finally let her tears stream down her soft face. Watching my spouse crying had wracked my heart with guilt, realizing that I indeed turned from myself. But more importantly, from her.

With that in mind, I got up the table, disregarding what I was doing, walked up to her, and hugged her gently. She shook in surprise since I hadn't touched her, doing those so-called fey-lining for power transfer.

"I'm sorry, darling." My voice was also, tearing up(no shame though), and spent 30 minutes ranting about how I had failed in my duties as a husband during those last 3 months. After all that, we were still hugging each other, approached our faces, and finally kissed for 10 minutes of happiness....

Until a horde of thieves looking for a quick buck made there way in our sanctuary. Needless to say,5 minutes in, and they were running while crying with giant bony hands and phantoms faces tailing them.