Blade wasn't sure how you'd somehow managed to get lovelier over the years.

Faint lines permanently etched themselves into your face, your skin carrying memories of your emotions. Of the little crease that always formed between your eyebrows when you were worried. Of the pretty smile lines and the crinkles at the corners of your eyes that formed whenever your melodious voice would sound out in a laugh. Of the lines that creased your forehead whenever you'd be surprised.

Signs of age. Human flaws. And yet, he found them all so beautiful in spite of how you loathed them.

He loved the streaks of silver that had begun to appear in your now salt-and-pepper hair. The little wrinkles that formed on your face. Even the more prominent bags underneath those enchanting eyes of yours that he'd always find himself getting lost in... Blade adored it all. But he hated what they reminded him of; your mortality. How you aged and grew closer to death while he remained the same young man he'd been for hundreds of years.

He'd been trying to find a way to stop your aging and lengthen your lifespan, but he'd failed. He'd worked tirelessly to try and break the curse of immortality that plagued him, but he'd failed. Time and time again, he failed to find a way to keep you with him. He was powerless to do anything but watch you slowly grow closer to the inevitable. You. His heart and soul.